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moon shone also, but I think that fair planet of the night could not but choose to smile on such ardent votaries.

This pack unquestionably performed well, and if it had been a fair scenting day, or the fox had taken to the moor, which at one time he seemed inclined to do, we should have had a brilliant finish.

These hounds have the same fault I have observed in so many kennels: they are too large; and, being so high bred, they lop along at such a spanking pace that the varmint must go at score, with anything like scent, to get out of their way; and as for the nags, 'faith they must be regular Meltonians to see anything. Their music is good, and they stoop well for such high bred ones; the generality of them are firmly knit together, and shew externally their high descent, and altogether they may be pronounced a killing pack.

The Squire rode a well-shaped chesnut, which seemed to be aware that spin he must, or he was no horse for his stable. This gentleman is as persevering a huntsman as I ever saw, and appears perfectly au fait to the minutia of the sport, though I thought he pressed a little too much on his hounds. For politeness and good humour-that virtue so difficult for a hunter at all times to practise he is a pattern to Masters of Hounds. On the day I mention, though he was evidently much disappointed at the issue of the day's business, yet he bore it with the most perfect good humour, and imparted the same cheerful feeling to all his followers: and I learned afterwards that his conduct on all occasions is so affable and kind,

and so perfectly free from ill humour, and he has such a store of fun and anecdote, that the miseries of a blank day are forgotten in the charms of his conversation, and deportment. The elite out were, Messrs. Charles Trelawney, W. Coryton, the DEVONIAN, Geo, Leach, Pode, and Lane.

Mr. C. Trelawney rode a slapping thorough-bred nag of great power and substance, one that can do the thing if called upon. He purchased him of Sir Walter Carew for a cool two hundred, which, though a pretty stiff figure, I consider he is well worth. His riding on this day convinced me I was right in saying he is one of the most stylish riders in the West. The way in which he clears his fences pleased me excessively, and his seat, as I observed before, is graceful to a degree. In fact, he is a clipper, and he who can keep neck and neck with him will never be far from the post.

Although personally a stranger to Mr. W. Coryton, his fame as a bruiser was not unknown to me; and I took care to take notes of his doings. He is considerably below a welter, and thus affords a great advantage to his horse, which is generally a brilliant. On the present occasion he rode Pencil by Rubens, a horse with lots of strength and blood, and equal to a much higher weight than Mr. Coryton's. He has a remarkably close seat, sticking to his saddle like bird-lime, straight eye, is always to be seen in the foremost ranks, and rides like a devil. He is a pleasant companion and an ardent sportsman, up to the points of a hound, and down to the pedigree of a horse; and, though last not least,

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heir to Pentillie Castle, one of the loveliest places in the county of Cornwall.

Mr. George Leach rode a horse that has seen much service, but is nevertheless a finely shaped animal, and has still pluck enough in him to do the brilliant.

Mr. Leach is brother to Colonel Leach of the late 95th Rifles, distinguished for their bravery in the Peninsula. He himself has the honour of belonging to the Devil's Own, a corps, by the bye, which has been basely slandered, but which nevertheless comprises men of birth, talent, and unstained honour, and who are ornaments to society. Those who know Mr. Leach will not accuse me of flattery, in saying he is one of these. He rides up to fourteen stone, is an old hand in the field, and a very successful breeder.

Captain Pode is a light weight, and well up in his stirrups; and as gallant in a fox-chase as he has proved himself in the field of Mars.

Of Mr. Lane, it would be presumption in me to say anything, after the just tribute paid him by your very able Correspondent ONEOFUS. I had looked forward to the pleasure of seeing the latter gentleman in the field, but regret to say his extreme indisposition prevented my anticipations being realised. I have not, however, ceased to hope that a future season will afford me that happiness. There were many other scarlets out, whose names I could not learn, consequently can only say they all laboured well in their

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There were two whips out, one new to this establishment--a civil, active fellow, whose proceed ings I liked, and who, though a

provincial, I have no doubt will prove a good help-mate to his present master. The other has a devilish close seat on his nag, but is much too for ward with hounds. It struck me he considered it a point of duty to take as much out of his horse as he could; for, instead of hanging back and encouraging the laggers, he chose to figure off, when he had an opportunity, at the head of his hounds. Let me advise him to follow the example of his brother whip, and he will by and bye be a chap wot knows his business.

The country the Lyneham pack hunt appears a good scenting one, particularly on Dartmoor, where on a favorable day the sport must be glorious. Here Charley must go at his best bat for many a mile ere he reaches the hospitable shelter afforded him by the huge masses of granite, which, rising in this lonely and immense tract of forest till they seem to touch the sky, give an idea, if not of the beautiful in nature, certainly of the sublime. A native poet thus describes these piles:

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spring, when Nature is in her kindest mood, and all her charms and blandishments are called up to form a combination of beauties: and what in Nature is more beautiful than a sunny morning? The dew-drops, those gems of heaven, glowing on each flower and blade of grass with a lustre nothing earthly can surpass; the air, so fresh, so perfumed with the young blossoms; and the birds, warbling their thanksgiving on every bush and every branch, while Heaven shines forth in unclouded brightness to sanctify the whole-I never felt so completely the force of that line of Cowper,

"GOD made the country." The neighbourhood of Plymouth is peculiarly calculated to excite the notice and admiration of the traveller, from the fine view of sea and land, its cultivated appearance, and the noble mansions which rise around it. Saltram, the seat of Lord Morley, and one of the lions of the county, here rears its stately head amidst magnificent groves of venerable oak, elm, and every other forest beauty, with the sweet river Lairy flowing at its feet, and bearing on its kind bosom many a small white sail to the great ocean which receives its tributary waters: and on the opposite side, Mount Edgecumbe, the Eden of England, as it is or might well be called, stands alone in its grandeur, seeming to scorn the approach of anything less lovely than itself; while all that sea and land can produce of richness and beauty seem collected together to do it homage.

Over the Lairy an elegant bridge has been erected by Lord Morley at an expense of 40,0001.,

a munificent proof of his Lordship's public spirit, as very little of it, I should imagine, will ever find its way back into his pocket. He is a liberal patron of the Provincial Meetings, and I much regret I had not an opportunity of seeing the inside of Saltram, where I understand, amongst other beauties, are many fine pictures relative to sporting subjects.

Lyneham, Mr. Bulteel's residence, is a roomy and substantial house, with nothing particular in the building itself, but with such an approach to it as is not often seen. "An avenue of oaks or elms," the Squire observes, "is the true colonnade that should lead to a gentleman's house. As to stone and marble, any one can read them at once; they are the work of the day: but commend me to the colonnades that have grown old and great with the family, and tell by their grandeur how long the family have endured." Geoffrey Crayon.This is precisely what I admire at Lyneham. Your road to the house lies through woods of noble oak, whose enormous trunks, mossy and grey with age, prove that though they still flourish, the hand that planted them has long mouldered in the grave.

For the same reason I have a great affection for Fonthill, whose Babel-like erection can only be reached through those magnificent woods. How fine a lesson does that perishable building afford of the frailty of Art in competition with Nature! Those woods have endured for ages, while the palace, upon which all that ingenuity and wealth can devise has been lavished, is already crumbling into decay.

Whilst waiting in the drawingroom Mr. Bulteel's arrival, I amused myself with contemplating two superbly-executed pictures-one, a portrait of Lady Elizabeth Bulteel, daughter of the Premier-a Lady whose high station and feminine accomplishments do not prevent her appearing in the field with her Lord, where she is celebrated as a courageous and graceful rider. I was extremely sorry to find illness prevented my seeing her out. The other picture contained the portraits of Mr. Bulteel's two children-a boy and girl-in the fresh beauty of smiling infancy, and so placed that they appear to be watching their mamma, who answers their look by a smile. I sighed as I viewed those guileless faces (on which neither time nor sorrow have yet set their withering seal), to think of the trials which await them, and from which the tenderest parents, the most luxurious home, nor the happiest state can save them. I always pity little children: they are so innocent, so confiding, and so happy, and fancy, poor things, that happiness is to last! I have myself a little boy, who is at once my torment and delight. He climbs like a monkey, and is every bit as mischievous, but so intelligent and full of affection, that when I have been provoked beyond endurance, and am about to give him some practical evidence of my displeasure, my anger is arrested by the idea that he is but a child, and that enough of misery is in store for him without clouding the bright hours of infancy. My wrath evaporates in a sigh, and the urchin escapes to perpetrate some new piece of mischief.

It is said the wisest man has a weak point: now I am not a wise man, and I plead guilty to having many; and the most prominent is a bitter regret for all that may be reckoned in the past. It is a perfect disease with me; for I am not a very old man, and may therefore reasonably expect a few more happy years. Besides, I felt it when I was twentynay at sixteen, when I can well remember, after having sighed for a long coat for two previous years, I at length felt myself in one, I took a sudden affection for the jacket, and thought, after all, I had been happier in it than in my much-desired coat of the most fashionable E- build; for it seemed to have converted me into a complete non-descript, too old and mannish to play with the young girls, and too young and bashful to aspire to a flirtation with the elder ones: so that, between the two parties, I was completely thrown into the shade; and, entre nous, would most gladly have cut the long coat and the drawing-room, and returned to the delights of bird's-nesting and the jacket.

And now let me hark back to Mr. Bulteel's kennel, which I perceive has been some time waiting for me. I think it too far from the house; for, as rebellions and riots will occur in a kennel as well as in other dominions, I think it prudent to have it near their governor's. It is a small, neat crib, with a slated court adjoining the sleepingroom is large enough for twenty couple, and I am no advocate for having this apartment larger than there are hounds to fill it, as they sleep warmer by being housed together. The feeding room is close,

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amere remove from their beds, and under cover, and when kept clean and wholesome, as it is here, is very convenient and proper. The yard is very small, but I did not see a grass one, which surprised me, as it is so necessary an appendage to a kennel. Were I the Squire (I should do as he does most likely)-I would build a new kennel on a more extensive scale: the present one is too low, and neither air nor water-proof; but as Fleet, the old family mansion of the Bulteels, will one day be his, I dare say he feels quite satisfied to wait for that. I must do his men the justice to say, a sweeter or more wholesome kennel cannot be seen. The pack, which was turned out for my inspection, looked remarkably well and healthy after their recent skirmish. They are very big-boned, lengthy, and of various colours, and one or two in every respect similar to the old North Devon staggers, which are grand animals. Those I most admired were, Dairymaid, by Lord Fitzwilliam's Nonsuch out of Dr. Troyte's Dora, a blood which cannot be surpassed, and which originally came from the Noble Earl's kennel, when Will Dean had brought that crack pack to its highest state of perfection: -Filter, by Lord Fitzwilliam's Joiner out of Damsel, also from Dr. Troyte's Scorpion by Sir T. Mostyn's Epicure, a dam of famous Irish extraction, imported from the Meath, and forwarded to Mr. Bulteel by a gentleman of the Hunt for the purpose of breeding :-Priam, by that crack hound Pantaloon out of Lord Fitzwilliam's Nelly: (Pantaloon may be said to be one of the best hounds that ever travelled west

ward, and was a specimen of Mr. Ralph Lambton's favorite blood, which for cold scenting, and every other valuable property, is certainly the most killing blood in England at the present period:and Little Jessamine, by Grafton (Mr. Fellowes' stock) out of Jessica, having Mr. Lambton on both sides. This little bitch I do not consider a model, being too foxy in her head; but on the other hand, she is so symmetrical, airy, and light, and goes the pace so well, that she must strike the eye of every lover of hounds.

The puppies are very handsome, and not so large as many of the old ones, which I was glad to see; as I am certain, if Mr. Bulteel will breed a little downward in this respect, he will not regret the change. Were I a master of hounds, I would have no dog in my kennel above twenty-two inches in height; and if all that is above that standard were thrown into the bulk of the body, it would be seen that hounds could clip along quite as well-a little short, big-bodied hound, say I, both for music and work; such, for instance, as Priam.

I noticed several of the Fitzwilliam red pies, which are very racy and powerful. Poor Challenger, Mr. Bulteel informed me, had once a very narrow chance for his life. They were running a fox very quickly towards the sea, when the impetuosity of the good dog, who was leading, overstepped his caution, and he found himself on the brink of a tremendous cliff, and over it too, before he could say Jack Robinson. He must have fallen a height of a hundred and fifty feet. Mr. B. saw him roll completely round

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