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and then jumped down in view, without any head of 

 earths to fly to. The New Forest plantations are 

 now so grown, that the pleasure of seeing the find is 

 gone, but the bogs still keep up their charter, and 

 when one of the late Lord Alford's horses ran away 

 with him, he only stopped him by running him into 

 one of them near the Doos of Badgery, and christened 

 him after its name. However, the pace of the 

 Pytchley one day stopped him for ever, and he died 

 in the field near Misterton. 



In all its other features, there is little New Forest 

 change in the Forest since Parson Gilpin Scenery. 

 roamed with his sketch-book through its glades on 

 the long summer days, and rigidly pulled down the 

 blinds of his carriage, as his coachman, in drab with 

 a cocked hat, drove him to Church on a Sunday, that 

 he might read over his manuscript sermon in peace. 

 We could not help joining in the old man's enthu- 

 siasm, as we saw the hounds draw close by Lynd- 

 hurst, on our way to Mr. Farquharson's last meet. 

 No wonder there was no find that day among such 

 posies of " stinking primroses and violets," which 

 seemed to cluster at the feet of the woodmen as they 

 sat on the prostrate white trunks of the oaks they 

 were barking. As we occasionally viewed a scarlet 

 coat or hound flashing across those glorious green 

 vistas, beautiful enough in their graceful livery of 

 spring, to bring a " Capability Brown " on to his 

 knees, we grudged sadly that the old glories of Lynd- 

 hurst — when the Prince kept his hunting court at the 

 King's House, and other hunts sent their keenest of 

 the keen, to join the party at the Crown and kill a 

 May fox — should have faded, and that a few most 

 melancholy hunting pictures, and a fox's head, which 

 had been painted blue, scores of times, along with 

 the stable-door, should be now the only signs that 

 once merry hostel could make. 



Many curious stories are told of the scenes between 

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