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laro;e ; and at one time, after crossing with. 

 John Warde's, Sir John spoilt his pack by- 

 getting them much too big for the country. 

 At a meeting of masters- of hounds at Brams- 

 hill, when they were assembled for a field-day 

 on the flags, Mr. Chute, who was present, ob- 

 served to the other, " Nose is everything r , and 

 you look only to big legs and feet." 



One day Sir John's hounds clashed with 

 Mr. Villebois', when a single hound of the 

 Bramshill pack ran so much ahead that he 

 seized the fox alone, and was so mutilated by 

 him as to be obliged to be shut up for a fort- 

 night. The hound was a yellow and white 

 one, named Sampson, and Mr. Blackhall Sim- 

 monds, I believe, has a picture of him. 



The Bramshill beer was the finest Bramshiii 

 in the country; no better could be ale * 

 brewed. Mr. Golding of Maiden Early, who 

 greatly admired it, tried to brew the same 

 quality. He bought the same malt, and had 

 the same brewer, but he had not the same 

 water, and so failed; for at Bramshill there 

 was a spring about twelve feet deep, so clear 

 and bright that one could see a sixpence at 

 the bottom of it; of this the ale was made, 

 and it was tile secret of the famous Bramshill 

 beer. 



