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Durnmer House, and killed in a pond close to 

 the lawn in front of the windows. It was an 

 unfortunate thing that Mr. Terry, who resides 

 at Durnmer, was absent from, home upon a 

 visit to a friend's in the neighbourhood. How- 

 ever, his son, who, like his father, is one of the 

 keenest and best sportsmen in Hampshire, gave 

 us all a good luncheon, which was the more 

 agreeable, as the day was exceedingly cold, and 

 the rain still pouring down, as it had nearly 

 the whole of the morning, in torrents ; the 

 whole country looking more dismal than ever, 

 composed as it is of large cheerless districts of 

 bad-scenting ploughed land and never-ending 

 woodlands. Amongst the whole field that were 

 out, there was hardly one that I could recog- 

 nise as belonging to the old set that I used to 

 know in former days. The Taylors, the Min- 

 chins, the Heyshams, had all, I conclude, left 

 off hunting, as none of them were to be seen 

 as formerly by the covert's side, in the good 

 old days of Mr. John Villebois. 



"It is now many years ago since I spent a 

 most agreeable week with that fine specimen 

 of the old English gentleman and sportsman : 

 my horses, which were then at Newbury, were 

 attacked with influenza, and he kindly invited 

 me to stay and hunt for a week with his own 



