324 " THIS A TOLEDO ! TSIIAW." 



old Forester (whose Life has been written by Tiiistle- 

 wiiiPPER as we never read the life of a Foxhound 

 written before, and I fear never may see anything of 

 the sort written again) — what would old Forester 



say ? Why he would M'orry the hagsman 



But hold hard ! here he comes, while his Westminster- 

 bridge cheer is repeated with ecstasy by some scores 

 of " most sweet voices " in the gallery — {Mem. glori- 

 ous English liberty this). " Tallyho ! there he is!" 

 and a pretty devil it is as a representation of one of 

 the first fliglit at Ashby Pasture. Why, the very grass 

 would look blue if it saw him there ; Kirby Gate w^ould 

 open of itself; and Whissendine run dry to let the 

 apparition liave free escape. Now " Hie-ho Chevy," 

 being a Stangate Street foxhunter, thinks he is acting 

 up to the spirit of his part by putting on the look and 

 carriage of a half-and-half hostler and one of the 

 swell mob. 



Then for his toggery : his coat may probably be 

 well made — that is, if he did not order it, but had 

 sense enough to buy it second-hand in Holywell Street; 

 if on the contrary, depend on it it Avill be a rum 

 one. Why then, as poor Brummell said, " my dear 

 fellow, do you call this thing a coat ? " though, after 

 this observation beino; made, he mio^ht not derive 

 the same advantage I did from a waistcoat of mine 

 not pleasing this once leader of ton. I was going 

 to dine mth him : he scanned my dress all over : I 

 conclude he thought it bearable till he saw my waist- 

 coat. " My dear fellow," says he, " you must 

 excuse me, and let me take a liberty with you. I 

 cannot dine and look at that waistcoat : it is a mere 

 body-case. I should fancy old times were returned, 

 and my dinner was dressed by some wretch who cooked 



