. The dawn of the XIXth century in England, a social sketch of the times. le to learn since IsaacWaltons time, and the illustration shows us that the ^ There is a story told of a Lord Mayor in times long past, who went a-hunting in Epping Forest. Some one riding past him saluted him with, MyLord ! the Hare conies this way. His lordship bravely drew his trusty sword,and, flourishing it, exclaimed, Let him come! let him come! I thank myGod, I fear him not, 3o8 THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. Contemplative Man, in the early part of this century,knew how to combine his Recreation with the charmsof female
. The dawn of the XIXth century in England, a social sketch of the times. le to learn since IsaacWaltons time, and the illustration shows us that the ^ There is a story told of a Lord Mayor in times long past, who went a-hunting in Epping Forest. Some one riding past him saluted him with, MyLord ! the Hare conies this way. His lordship bravely drew his trusty sword,and, flourishing it, exclaimed, Let him come! let him come! I thank myGod, I fear him not, 3o8 THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. Contemplative Man, in the early part of this century,knew how to combine his Recreation with the charmsof female society. Shooting, like hunting, was a totally different thing, inthe first ten years of the century, to what it is now. Therewere no battues, no hot, and elaborate, luncheons, no beingposted in warm corners, no army of beaters, no breech-loaders, and two attendants to load for you, and, at the endof a day s sport, no waggon-loads of slain to be sent off tomarket to help pay, in some part, the expenses of breeding,and keeping, such a head of game. Then, a man went AFIER A DAYS SHOOTING preferably with a friend or two, soon after an early break-fast, accompanied by Don and Ponto, who were his con-stant companions in his walks, and whose education he hadpersonally superintended ; to watch their intelligent move-ments was in itself one of the pleasures of the day. Whena covey rose, not a shot was wasted, if possible, for, bythe time the gun was reloaded, the birds would be far bit of bread and cheese, as luncheon, at the nearest farm-house, or the village pub.; if the former, a brace of birds, ora hare left, with a kindly message. Enough game to carryhome, without being tired, plenty for the larder, and somefor friends ; then dinner, some punch—and Betty would SHOOTING. 309 come with the chamber candle and warming-pan, to findthe party asleep and quite ready for bed. The Guns, with which our grandfathers shot, were vastlyinferior to our modern breechloader; the workm
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