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Jogglebury; 'we can entertain him well enough. You always say fox-hunters are not ceremonious. I tell you what, Jog, you don't think half enough of yourself. You are far too easily set aside. My word! but I know some people who would give themselves pretty airs if their husband was chairman of a board of guardians, and trustee of I don't know how many of Her Majesty's turnpike roads, Mrs.
The story of the country mouse, who must needs see the town, occurs forcibly to his recollection, and he exclaims aloud: "me sylva, cavusque Tutus ab insidiis tenui solabitur ervo." On overhearing which, Mr. It is an axiom among fox-hunters that the hounds they individually hunt with are the best compared with them all others are "slow." Of this species of pardonable egotism, Mr.
I recognized the man as one of the chronic fox-hunters of the region, and answered: "I 'm sure of it, by the way an old she-fox has pestered my chickens lately." "Well, she won't pester them no more. She 's been trapped and killed. Any man that would kill a she-fox this time o' year and let her pups starve to death, he ain't no better than a brute, he ain't.
Sponge carelessly; adding, 'Sir Harry is rather too fast a man for me. 'Too fast for himself, I should think, observed Mrs. Jog. 'Have you known him long? asked Mrs. Jogglebury. 'Oh, we fox-hunters all know each other, replied Mr. Sponge evasively. 'Well, now that's what I tell Mr. Jogglebury, exclaimed she. 'Mr. Jog's so shy, that there's no getting him to do what he ought, added the lady.
Then George Grosvenor and Lord Ernest and the rest of the men crowded around, and compliments poured in in a deluge. Sir Everard held himself aloof disgusted, nauseated or so he told himself. "Such an unwomanly exhibition! Such a daring, masculine leap! And see how she sits and smiles on those empty-headed fox-hunters, like an Amazonian queen in her court! How different from Lady Louise!
Beckett had a party of Yorkshire squires, chiefly fox-hunters and lovers of an outdoor life, at Kirkstall Grange when he heard that Oscar Wilde was in the neighbouring town of Leeds. Immediately he asked him to lunch at the Grange, chuckling to himself beforehand at the sensational novelty of the experiment. Next day "Mr.
It is "Heath," "Ditch in," "Abingdon mile," "T.Y.C. Stakes," "Sweepstakes," "Handicaps," "Bet," "Lay," "Take," "Odds," "Evens," morning, noon and night. Mr. Jorrocks made bitter complaints during the breakfast, and some invidious comparisons between racing men and fox-hunters, which, however, became softer towards the close, as he got deeper in the delicacy of a fine Cambridge brawn.
Compared with Fielding, Scott, Charlotte Brontë, Dickens, George Eliot, he is a man blind to the loveliness of nature. To him, as to other fox-hunters, the country was good or bad as it promised or did not promise a good "run."
The real center of fashionable England, however, was not George III., but rather his son, subsequently George IV., who was made Prince of Wales three days after his birth, and who became prince regent during the insanity of the king. He was the leader of the social world, the fit companion of Beau Brummel and of a choice circle of rakes and fox-hunters who drank pottle-deep.
'Oh, fiddle, replied his wife, 'you always say fox-hunters never stand upon ceremony; why should you stand upon any with him? Mr. Jogglebury was posed, and sat silent. Well, then, as we said before, when one door shuts another opens; and just as Mr. Puffington's door was closing on poor Mr. Sponge, who should cast up but our newly introduced friend, Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey. Mr.
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