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whom we left at Quorn, with Jack Shirley and Dick 

 Burton, who came to him at fifteen, as his aides-de- 

 camp. Save Dick and the venerable painter himself, 

 every one of the fifteen whom Mr. Ferneley grouped 

 in the celebrated picture, which he executed for Lord 

 Plymouth, have dropped one by one into their graves. 

 Barkby Holt in the spring time of 181 5 is the meet, 

 and the eye stretches away on the extreme right past 

 the church at Hungerton and Quenby Hall, to the fir- 

 clad Billesdon Coplow. '' Le Grand Chasseur Smit,'' 

 as the Parisians termed him when he went over after 

 the Peace, stands in the centre, by the side of his light 

 chestnut Gift, of which Dick Burton holds the rein, 

 and talks to Mr. Mills on his iron-grey ; while his 

 fidus Achates Tom Edge chimes in at intervals from 

 the back of that bony Gayman, whom so many were 

 wont to term " the skeleton cart-horse." Mr. Paris is 

 in the back-ground on the brown, for whom Lord 

 Alvanley gave notes untold ; and Lord Plymouth 

 stands leaning over Fancy, as if, although she did cost 

 him six hundred, he is glad to interpose her as a 

 barrier between himself and Lord Aylesford, when he 

 sees that his lordship's Beelzebub, the most vicious of 

 his race, has got his ears back for a round with some- 

 body. Oxfordshire has sent its representative in Mr. 

 Bradshav/ ; and Lord Dartmouth on his best grey 

 almost obscures the figure of Gamboy Henton, than 

 whom no better " blue coat" ever went to the fore in 

 " a blazing hour." On the left, Mr. Mayler, who soon 

 after died in the hunting field, only presents a back 

 view, as he sits on his brown, and attentively scans 

 Gift and his rider. John Moore, the father of the Old 

 Club in Nimrod's day, has got among the hounds and 

 servants, who are as well mounted as their master. 

 Jack Shirley looks down at his pets from the back of 

 Young Jack-'o-Lantern ; Will Beck, who was after- 

 wards with Mr. Musters, is up on the dark chestnut 

 Minster, so terrible in the Vale of Belvoir ; and 



