328 The PytcJiley Hunt, Past and Present, 



and sucli a store of recollections will be aroused as will 

 last until the failing lights warn you that bed-time has 

 arrived. Like many another affected by Father Time — 

 and a time ruinous to agriculturists — his hunting-days 

 have well-nigh passed even the waning hour; but the 

 love for the sport burns no less brightly than of yore. 

 A brother, some years his senior^ has long disappeared 

 from the cover side_, but the genial hospitality that ever 

 awaited the hungry hunter at Marstou Trussell Hall, will 

 be gratefully remembered by the older members of the 

 *' P.H." As hounds hung about the Marston plantations 

 — puzzled by the ^^ fur ^^ that so plentifully prevailed — on 

 the welcome fact becoming known that a slice of ripe 

 Stilton, a glass of fine old brown sherry, and a beaker of 

 home-brewed, were awaiting any of Mr. Bennett's friends 

 and his friends' friend, the dining-room of the old Hall 

 soon became thronged with famished sportsmen, and 

 more than one good gallop has been missed by a too pro- 

 longed attention to the wants of the inner man under 

 that hospitable roof. 



MR. MILLS.— ME. ENTWISLE.— THE LATE 

 MR. GOUGH. 



For many a year both Quorn and Pytchley have looked 

 to the owner of Welford House to see that the interests 

 of hunting suffer nothing for want of attention in those 

 parts which form his more immediate neighbourhood. 

 Nor has either been disappointed. The mere fact of the 

 properties at North Kilworth and Welford being owned 

 by such keen and excellent sportsmen as Messrs. 



