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letters and papers of White’s; a Journal (printed in full) which 
was kept at Selborne in the summer of 1763 by one of the “ Miss 
Batties,” to whom the Naturalist addressed his well-known 
verses upon Selborne Hanger in the autumn of that year ; and 
a complete and most interesting series of letters to the Selborne 
Naturalist during the period 1744-1790 (almost the whole of his 
adult life) from his friend and contemporary, the Rev. John Mulso, 
a brother of Mrs. Chapone, the authoress. These letters, which 
are freely quoted from, throw much new light on White’s 
career, which they serve fully to illustrate. A pedigree of the 
Naturalist’s family has been added. The illustrations comprise 
(vite;' alia) several portraits in photogravure from original pictures 
of Gilbert White’s nearest relations, including his grandfather, 
the Vicar of Selborne, and three of his brothers, Thomas, F.R.S., 
Benjamin (who published the “ Selborne ”), and Henry White, 
Rector of Fyfield. 
By the courtesy of author and publisher we are able to 
reproduce one of the illustrations. 
The Country, Month by Month. — Messrs. Duckworth 
have in the press a new and cheaper edition in one volume, of 
this work, by J. A. Owen and G. S. Boulger. 
The Last of the Buckhounds — The “ Royal Buck- 
hounds ” have “ passed,” and their disappearance will be 
unlamented except possibly by the editor of the County Gentle- 
man, and a few people learning to ride who think that the 
experiences of seeing a tame deer pushed along a road, and of 
keeping on their horses, deserves to be called “ sport.” Most 
of these careful hunters will probably shrink from the more 
risky undertaking of pursuing the fox, which is to be sub- 
stituted for the safe pastime of trotting after a domesticated 
deer, as a fox seldom has to be kicked and hustled along, and 
does not often end by impaling itself on railings, and there 
wriggling helplessly. It has a pestilent habit of leading its 
pursuers across the difficult country where hedges are high, 
where ditches are deep and broad, and where there are no 
gates. These are the things which will make men of a certain 
type sigh for the good old days ! But we may be allowed to 
feel elated at this belated abolition of a form of “ sport ” which 
was no sport, which was cowardly and brutal, as well as costly 
and grotesque, which was called royal, though detested by the 
late and the present monarch, and against which we have pro- 
tested continually for years . — Morning Leader. 
Croham Hurst. — Now that the great fight for the preserva- 
tion of this beautiful little bit of woodland is practically over, 
Mr. E. A. Martin, to whose untiring efforts this success is so 
largely due, has appropriately summarised the story of the 
struggle in the columns of a recent number of the Croydon Adver- 
tiser. 
