ten miles off, to paper his drawing-room, consequently the
duties of deciding upon its publication devolved on the Bloomer. Now, she
was a most refined, puritanical young woman, full of sentiment and
elegance, with a strong objection to what she considered the inhumanities
of the chase. At first she was for rejecting the article altogether, and
had it been a run with the Tinglebury Harriers, or even, we believe, with
Lord Scamperdale's hounds, she would have consigned it to the 'Balaam box,'
but seeing it was with Mr. Puffington's hounds, whose house they had
papered, and who advertised with them, she condescended to read it; and
though her delicacy was shocked at encountering the word 'stunning' at the
outset, and also at the term 'ravishing scent' farther on, she nevertheless
sent the manuscript to the compositors, after making such alterations and
corrections as she thought would fit it for eyes polite. The consequence
was that the article appeared in the following form, though whether all the
absurdities were owing to Miss Lucy's corrections, or the carelessness of
the writer, or the printers, had anything to do with it, we are not able to
say. The errors, some of them arising from the mere alteration or
substitution of a letter, will strike a sporting more than a general
reader. Thus it appeared in the middle of the third sheet of the
_Swillingford Patriot_:

SPLENDID RUN WITH MR. PUFFINGTON'S HOUNDS.

This splendid pack had a superb run from Hollyburn Hanger, the
property of its truly popular and sporting owner, Mr. Puffington.
A splendid field of well-appointed sportsmen, among whom we
recognized several distinguished strangers, and members of Lord
Scamperdale's hunt, were present. After partaking of the
well-known profuse and splendid hospitality of Hanby House, they
proceeded at once to Hollyburn Hanger, where a fine seasonal fox,
though some said he was a bay one, broke away in view of the whole
pack, every hound scorning to cry, and making the welkin ring with
their melody. He broke at the lower end of the cover, and crossing
the brook, made straight for Fleecyhaugh Water Meadows, over which
there is always an exquisite perfume; from there he made a slight
bend, as if inclining for the plantations at Winstead, but
changing his mind, he faced the rising ground, and crossing over
nearly the highest point of Shillington Hill, made direct for the