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CHAP. XVI. 



'* Sweet fairies, why are ye so kind, 

 You come with every breath of wind 

 To meet me in the wood ? " 

 " Oh mortal brave, dost thou not know — 

 With every sigh we come and go 

 O'er forest, field and flood : 

 "We have indeed enough to do 

 To fly between your love and you ! " 



Berkeley. 



Having lately mislaid the memorandums I made at 

 the time as to my daily sport in the French forests, 

 it has caused me to misplace the run I am about to 

 narrate, which ought to have come between the two 

 described in the last chapter. The old sow having 

 been supposed to have been wounded by the blouse 

 at the end of the day, from our having no hounds fit 

 to go, M. d'Anchald sent over to M. E. Brunier to 

 ask him to meet and draw for the creature thus 

 supposed to have been left in misery. A fixture was 

 accordingly made, and we repaired to a little village 

 in the centre of those woodlands. It was a long 

 distance to come to cover ; so, as we reached the 

 little inn some time before the arrival of the hoimds, 



