2o6 TallyliG. 



Wicklow^ wlio subsequently told me that lie was as 

 clever as lie was handsome. 



Amongst the field I saw Mr. Welby, of Allington, 

 Mr. and Mrs Hornsby^ and several whom I had met 

 on former occasions when hunting with the Belvoir 

 hounds. But I missed one bruiser and good fellow to 

 boot, Mr. J. Wilders, of Croxton, whom I have seen 

 perform to perfection over a stiff flight of rails on 

 more than one occasion. A large detachment of the 

 Melton division put in an appearance, amongst which 

 I observed Mrs. Molineux, who is a grand performer 

 across the open ; Mrs. Candy, who is what a dutiful 

 wife should be — always ready to follow her husband 

 over a difficulty ; Miss Bennett, representing our 

 Trans- Atlantic cousins ; Mrs. Sterling, who is gene- 

 rally to be found in the front rank ; and the hard- riding 

 young lady who has evinced a determination to go in 

 double harness for the future ; Mr. Lubbock, very well 

 mounted ; Major Paynter, who looked like going ; 

 Lord Wolverton, and many others whose names I 

 have already given as riding with these hounds. 



The Duke of Rutland not having returned to Belvoir 

 as yet, though expected in the course of the ensuing 

 week, Frank Gillard trotted us away to Hose Gorse, 

 where a fox was quickly found, but being headed back, 

 was unfortunately chopped. Then away we trotted for 

 two or three miles, going out of the vale in the direc- 

 tion of Melton, where a cover situate on a hillside was 

 drawn, and, a fox being found, we were away at a 

 racing pace over a good line of country, crossing a 

 nast}^ looking brook, not much to the taste of the 

 riders in general, apparently, as but few crossed over 

 the sluggish stream with its rotten banks. Then away 



