400 THE ZOOLOGIST. 
In the following month (November, 1853) he was again the 
guest of the late Emperor of the French, and shooting at 
Chantilly :— 
“©1853, Nov. 26th.—A grand shooting party in an enclosed space of 
ground. A squadron of Hussars marched up when we arrived, and dis- 
mounted to act as beaters. Sky-blue uniform and red trousers. As they 
wore spurs they were constantly tripping up! There were a great number 
of Pheasants and some Roe-deer; the latter unable to escape, being fenced 
in. The guns were the Emperor, Chaumont, Soulageon, Edgar Ney, 
Col. Henry, Prince Napoleon, Marshal Magnan, Lord Cowley, and myself. 
We bagged 210 head. More than one Hussar was peppered, upon which 
his comrades cried out, ‘ Tiens, tu as de la chance, toi! tu seras décoré !’ 
The Emperor shot very well, and was most civil to Lord Cowley and me” 
(vol. i, p. 412). 
But of all the entries in the diary, the following will perhaps 
possess the greatest interest for sportsmen of all classes, since 
it points to the existence of another journal still in MS., which 
relates exclusively to sport, and which, we doubt not, a good 
many of our readers would give much to peruse :— 
“1858, Dec. 26th.—Mr. and Mrs. Disraeli, Mr. and Lady Augusta 
Sturt, and Lord Anson arrived at Heron Court. Disraeli very low at 
Palmerston’s resuming office, as he thinks the Government are now safe. 
He is very much occupied and pleased with my library, which was compiled 
by three generations of men of totally different tastes. The first, my 
great-grandfather, usually called ‘ Hermes,’ was a great Grecian and 
classical scholar, and collected all the most perfect editions of the ancient 
writers. The second, my grandfather, a diplomatist and politician, added 
all the best specimens of European authors of the last two centuries ; and 
my father, all the most modern literature of his time. What seemed, 
however, to strike Disraeli more than anything was an autograph journal by 
my father, recording his sporting pursuits daily for forty years, in which is 
noted every shot he fired, killed, or missed, with a careful memeraanny of 
the weather day by day ” (vol. i. p. 418). 
Is it too much to hope that this autograph journal may some 
day be published? The results of forty years’ experience related 
in his own words by an ardent sportsman would be eagerly 
perused by those of similar tastes, and are surely too valuable 
to remain hidden from public gaze in the library at Heron 
Court. 
