234 A TOUCH OF THE YELLOWS. 



swallowing which my old friend made woeful 

 grimaces and wry faces, never before having made 

 much acquaintance with the contents of a drug- 

 gist's shop. Whilst undergoing this severe disci- 

 pline, a sporting neighbour called to see him and 

 inquire the cause of his illness. 



" Egad, sir, I can scarcely tell myself," replied 

 the invalid, ''except that I believe it is neither 

 more nor less than a touch of the yellows which 

 the puppies get sometimes when they come in 

 from walk ; for my eyes were as yellow as a 

 guinea a few days ago, and I feel deuced queer 

 still." 



" Nothing more likely, old boy ; and if you 

 don't take to the pigskin again, and pretty quickly, 

 the doctors will run you to ground in less than 

 six months. Your country is still vacant, so take 

 my advice, and get together some hounds without 

 a day's delay." 



Mv friend's humour jumping in the same 

 direction, the arrival of " Bell's Life" was im- 

 patiently looked for (although the public sales 

 had passed), when, to his great delight, a small 

 pack was advertised for immediate disposal, which 

 had been hunting fox and hare, and had been 

 given up suddenly, in consequence of disagree- 

 ment among the subscribers. With the next 



