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Anstrutlier Thomson will not fail to remembei* how^ when 

 having brought a beaten fox into a field of high white 

 turnips near Sywell Wood, the hounds threw up their 

 heads and bea^an to look about for assistance. Nor was 

 it long in coming. With a full confidence in his olfactory 

 organs, Mr. Young at once constituted himself a member 

 of the pack, dismounted from his horse, and began 

 sniffing about with all the intensity of an old hound. In 

 a few moments up jumped the ^' missing one," and away 

 went " bipeds " and ''' quadrupeds,'' to the great amuse- 

 ment of the Field, in hot pursuit of the doomed and leg- 

 weary animal. Not a little elated at the success of his 

 interpositions, Mr. Young's only reply to the '' chaff*" 

 with which he was assailed was, *' Weil, never mind ; let 

 those laugh thaty^nd" The ghost of poor Pug is said to 

 be seen on winter nights, prowling round the precincts of 

 Orlingbury village, bent upon avenging himself upon 

 the cocks and hens of his destroyer. 



For a friend to pass his door, homeward-bound, 

 without looking in for a cub at the cold beef and ripe old 

 ^' stilton " which are always awaiting the sportsman on 

 hunting-days, is one of the things which would almost 

 amount to an insult in the eyes of one, quick to take, if 

 not to give offence. As in hunting, so in politics or 

 aught beside, the worthy Squire is prone to express 

 himself strongly, should the subject run counter to his 

 own opinions. To mention the name, even, of a certain 

 eminent statesman in his presence is not likely to 

 increase the prevailing harmony ; and to him who under 

 his roof chanced to speak favourably of the ^' Pope,'^ 

 there will not be a very '' gaudy time." Lord Byron, in 

 his poetical creed, says, — 



