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for liunting has certainly never been exceeded. Riding- 

 cattle without quality or form, or anything for which they 

 might be desired, he never failed to get fairly along; aud 

 at the end of the day could always give a pretty good ac- 

 count of what had occurred. Towards the end of his 

 career, crippled by rheumatism, and unable to get into the 

 saddle, he would not give up his favourite amusement, but 

 turned his gig into a hunter, and followed over plough 

 and ridge and furrow in a manner that must have been 

 injurious alike to horse and vehicle. 



With a farm-lad by his side to open the gates and 

 " pick up the pieces ^^ when he came to grief, Humphrey 

 with his '^ flail " — a whip — and cobby chestnut dun, saw 

 as much of the fun as many of the road-riding sportsmen ; 

 and proved that in the alternative of staying at home or 

 hunting on wheels, he showed his good sense in choosing 

 the latter ; but why he would keep chained, in season and 

 out of season, a gate leading out of the Clipston and 

 Sibbertoft Lane direct to the '^ Windmill Meet,'' is ^' a 

 thing that no fellow could understand '^ at the time, or 

 does now. 



With him has passed away another genuine lover of 

 fox-hunting. 



ME. AND MRS. SHARMAN. 



In Mr. and Mrs. P. Sharman, constant attendants at the 

 Pytchley Monday Meets, a family is represented from 

 Wellingborough, certain members of which were famous 

 through many a year for the boldness of their riding ; and 

 all who remember Mark Sharman, the father, and Edward, 



