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liis discourse wlieii he saw occasion. Though 

 few men ever showed such good sport as he 

 did with the ]^ew Forest hounds, he was but 

 badly supported; and at last, in consequence 

 of some captious objections, he resigned them. 

 Shortly before he did so, one man rode over 

 a hound called Gratitude, when Mr. JN'ichol 

 shouted out, with a glance at the dissentients, 

 who had been formerly his warmest admirers, 

 "For God's sake, don't kill Gratitude; it is 

 already reduced to a hound's name." 



They were pleasant parties at Exton ; where 

 Sir William Hoste, Sir Francis Collier, Cap- 

 tain Olliver, and the Yorkes often accepted 

 Mr. Smith's hospitality ; and he in return was 

 most warmly welcomed by Sir Joseph Yorke 

 and his lady (who was the Dowager Marchi- 

 oness of Clanricarde) both at Sydney Lodge 

 and in London. On one occasion they went 

 together to see Miss O'lN'eill in the character 

 of Belvidera, when Sir Joseph was so much 

 affected at the distress of the heroine, that he 



