GEORGIAN STAG-lfiuWriNG 47 



The blue hunting coat had to be iolded away. The 

 early farming rides, the punctual hunting mornings, the 

 kennels, the deer paddocks, the hunter-stabling passed away 

 for ever out of his life. If he had a careful and affectionate 

 valet, I dare say the queer old top-boots .were put into grease 

 against his getting better and wanting them. If not, I 

 suppose that, like their master, they just perished away. 



