d turned by becoming a countess. She has improved his lordship
amazingly, got him smart new clothes, and persuaded him to grow bushy
whiskers right down under his chin, and is now feeling her way to a pair of
moustaches.

Woodmansterne is quite another place. She has marshalled a proper
establishment, and got him coaxed into the long put-a-way company rooms.
Though he still indulges in his former cow-heel and other delicacies, they
do not appear upon table; while he sports his silver-mounted specs on all
occasions. The fruit and venison are freely distributed, and we have come
in for a haunch in return for our attentions.

Best of all, Lady Scamperdale has got his lordship to erect a handsome
marble monument to poor Jack, instead of the cheap country stone he
intended. The inscription states that it was erected by Samuel, Eighth Earl
of Scamperdale, and Viscount Hardup, in the Peerage of Ireland, to the
Memory of John Spraggon, Esquire, the best of Sportsmen, and the firmest of
Friends. Who or what Jack was, nobody ever knew, and as he only left a hat
and eighteen pence behind him, no next of kin has as yet cast up.

Jawleyford has not stood the honour of the Scamperdale alliance quite so
well as his daughter; and when our 'amaazin' instance of a pop'lar man,'
instigated perhaps by the desire to have old Scamp for a brother-in-law,
offered to Amelia, Jaw got throaty and consequential, hemmed and hawed, and
pretended to be stiff about it. Puff, however, produced such weighty
testimonials, as soon exercised their wonted influence. In due time Puff
very magnanimously proposed uniting his pack with Lord Scamperdale's,
dividing the expense of one establishment between them, to which his
lordship readily assented, advising Puff to get rid of Bragg by giving him
the hounds, which he did; and that great sporting luminary may be seen
's-c-e-u-s-e'-ing himself, and offering his service to masters of hounds
any Monday at Tattersall's--though he still prefers a 'quality place.'

Benjamin Buckram, the gentleman with the small independence of his own, we
are sorry to say has gone to the 'bad.' Aggravated by the loss he sustained
by his horse winning the steeple-chase, he made an ill-advised onslaught on
the cash-box of the London and Westminster Bank; and at three score years
and ten this distinguished 'turfite,' who had participated with impunity in
nearly all the great robberies of the last forty years, was doomed to
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