CHAPTER XV. 



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a man but to write a single 

 sample, entitle it " A Day with 

 tlie Quorn," and set to work upon it as if the army of 

 hunting correspondents and descriptors had never been 

 called into being to wear a subject to its barest threads 

 — he might do worse than take Friday, January 18th, 

 for his subject. He would begin of course by drawing 

 a lively picture of the gay meet before the old feudal 

 Hall, descant upon the bevy of brightness and beauty on 



