46 The CoM7'-se, the Camp, the Chase 



yearly caught by the unsportsmanlike device of a live bait. 

 All fishing for them should be restricted to "fly" or 

 " spinning," and if an angler is not sufficiently skilful to 

 catch them thus, should he not leave them for better fisher- 

 men than himself ? 



In the world of art there is one name that must not 

 be forgotten, the famous painter, Mr. A. Stuart Wortley. 

 His pictures of grouse-driving and moorland scenery were 

 quite a revelation when they were first exhibited ; and, 

 though he has since had many imitators, he still remains 

 unsurpassed in depicting the poetry and glamour of the 

 wild scenery, which makes the pursuit of grouse so 

 unspeakably charming. It is seldom that such an 

 exponent of the art of shooting, so thoroughly versed, too, 

 in all the details of the management of a " drive," combines 

 the power of placing his knowledge upon canvas. In this 

 happy instance the pictures afford universal pleasure, for 

 the eye of the art critic is equally charmed with that of 

 the sportsman, his painting being assuredly correct 

 in every detail. Artists without knowledge of their 

 subject are too prone to make some glaring error that 

 offends the sense of the expert ; while, when the positions 

 are reversed, the sportsman only succeeds in producing 

 what the artist too truly designates a miserable daub. 

 May Eton soon send forth another worthy to follow in the 

 footsteps of Mr, Stuart Wortley ! There is room enough 

 for several. 



An honour was once accorded to me that I am afraid 

 was unmerited. On Jenny Lind most good-naturedly 

 coming to sing at a village concert, got up by the Eev. 

 Stephen Hawtrey, for his school near Windsor, I was 

 invited to sing in a duet with her, and the fact has been a 



