The Sun.
London, England, 1863-11-27 00:00:00

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spirited sketches of country sports, from which
we extract the following account of how
BARON STERNIIEDI TAKES THE RIVER.
In this manner the hounds had traversed four large
pasture fields, although with little improvement as to pace,
when Will Lane said, "Perhaps, sir, we had better hold on
at once to Moor Copse ; that's his point, sir—and get out of
the crowd of gentlemen who keep pressing forward."
" Not yet, Will—an old cunning fox, when not found by
hounds, will lie in a hedge-row sometimes. Give them a
few minutes more; and look I the young ones are getting
on now. Work of this kind will do them good."
" Dis vara slow," the Baron remarked; mine horse, he
pull so to get on."
"It will be fast enough presently," the captain replied;
" this is what we call walking up to our fox."
"Ah I vara good I we walk truly ; dis no grand vox
chasse."

The words had scarcely passed his lips when, on the other
side of a thick sedgy hedge-row, a sudden chorus burst forth
from the whole pack, which sent every man's heart bound-
ing to his throat. The fox had sprung out just before the
hounds reached it.
" Come on I" screamed the Captain, as he sent his horse
at the double fence, getting in and out of the opposing
quickeet very cleverly, on the other side, over a drop leap
into a dark peaty meadow. "Now, gentlemen," he said,
looking back, " take your places," as men and horses came
floundering down, many of the former showing the way,
headforemost, to their astonished steeds. Firebrand would
have it now all his own way, and the Baron, remembering
his owner's advice, and thinking it most prudent not to
dispute the point with him, gave him his head.
" Mine what a leap," he muttered, as he was
thrown forward upon the pommel of his saddle, by Fire-
brand's coming down upon his knees ; " dis horse, he jump
terrible; but where de dogs—me no see them—how me
follow ?"
"Go along, sir I" roared a first-flight man, dashing past
him ; and along he was carried, amidst a shower of peat
mud dotting him all over like a cameleopard. The fox had
skirted the corner of Moor Copse, through which the
hounds dashed like lightning, and were now streaming
away across the second meadow at a terrific pace, with
Edmund, Will Laiie, and Charley only in their wake.
" Come along, sir," shouted the leader, whom Firebrand
seemed determined to follow, " come along 1" as he sprang
over the fence into the thicket ;" we shall see them the
other side."
" Oh I mine head ! mine hat," cried the luckless Baron,
being torn through the stiff blackthorns at the mercy of
Firebrand, held only by one hand, the other being raised to
defend his face from the sharp prickles, " Dis place
terrible,"
"Never mind, sir ; come along I" again reached his ear,
and the Baron showed on the other side a figure to behold ;
without his hat, his long hair hanging in wild disorder over
his scratched and bleeding forehead.
Some dozen pink jackets were now added to his company,
who all boldly encountered the stiff fences and deep ditches
of some half score rough pasture fields. Firebrand carry-
ing his rider cleverly over all without a stumble.
"The river, by Jove I" exclaimed the leader, " and not a
bridge in sight ; have it we must."
" Me no swim, Bare," cried the Baron in consternation at
the wide, rapid stream, within one field of them.
"Your horse can—so come along !" and splash went
horse and rider into the bed of the foaming torrent.
"Oh mine got," exclaimed the now terrified Baron, as
Firebrand sprang high in the air, to clear it in a bound.
Oh 1 die is terrible work; die gentleman vox, he der Freis-
cuhtz, de red diable." Further words were stopped, by the
spouting and splashing of water about his ears, from which,
when emerging, the only visible sign of Firebrand was his
head above the eddying current.
"Give him his head to follow me, and don't pull the
reins," was again shouted forth from the bit of pink cloth,
now sailing rapidly down the stream, which in a few
minutes was seen to elongate up the bank, at a place where
cattle came down to drink. "All right again—here we are
on terra firma once more—now for it, to catch them I"
and away sped the first-flight man like an arrow from a
bow, renovated by his shower-bath for fresh exertions,
" Hark I I hear them ; hark I—they have reached Hazle-
wood. Oh I for two turns there in my favour and we shall
be up with you, my young master. Ah 1 how they rattle
him round the covert—every hound seems to have him in
view. Ay ! there's Charley's holloa ; hark back I he has
been headed 1"
A moment's pause—the pack have swung a few yards
outside the wood hedge.
" Hark back I" again cried Charley, with a rate and crack
of his whip. They turn like lightning to the well known
tongue of Old Solomon, who has met the fox, and in a se
cond the wood re-echoes with the full chorus of the pack,
crashing and dashing through the stuff, which bends before
them like reeds to a flood of outbursting waters. " Twang
—twang—twang" goes the horn " Forward, away I"
screams the master ; " yonder he flies, up the side of the
hedge row to the right."
"Ay, ay 1 a hit of luck for me new," exclaims the leader
of the Baron; " they are tuning our way ; but, hang it
all, that double post and rails, with a blown horse I Must
do it steady, in and out—come along I"
Our leader on his made hunter bounds in and over
cleverly the opposing bars; but hearing a crash behind him
turns his head, and there lies the Baron on his back, and
Firebrand disentangling himself from the splintered
timbers.
" Hurt, sir ?" asks one of the dozes, now pressing on.
" Oh I mine vriend—mine arm,"
" Al 1 nasty fall, very," replied the other, passing on ;
" can't stop ; doctor behind,"
" Come along, sir ?" roared another voice, your horse is
caught for you, and they are at cheek."
The Baron, however, recovers his courage and his
seat, and is, after all, " in at the death," and receives
the crowning honour of " the brush."

Theodore Parker's Works. Vol. V.—Discourses

on Slavery. Vol, I. Triibner.

The fifth volume of the new edition of the works
of Theodore Parker contains the first series of his
eloquent discourse on slavery. The editor very
truly observes that "few will read them and see
how deeply their author's heart was engaged in the
cause of negro emancipation, without being touched
by the thought that in the great struggle now pass-
ing in America the voice which would have spoken
loudest for right and justice has been silent, and the
brave soul which would have exulted in the triumph
of freedom has passed away from earth." Among
the discourses contained in this volume the most
eloquent is entitled " The Function of Conscience."
In it the author, after relating the escape of a run-
away slave who took refuge in his house, declares
that no law could justify his surrender of that man
to his pursuers. He charges all to remember " that
nothing in the world without is so sacred as the
eternal law of God ; of the world within nothing is
more venerable than our conscience, the permanent,
everlasting oracle of God. If," he goes on to say, " I
am consciously and continually false to this, it is of
no avail that I seem loyal to all besides; I make
the light that is in me darkness, and how great is
that darkness ! The centre of my manhood is gone
and lam rotten at my heart. Men may respect
me, honour me, but I am not respectable, I am a
base, dishonourable man, and like a tree, broad-
branched, and leafed with green, but all its heart
gnawed out with secret worms; at some slight
touch one day my rotten trunk will fall with
horrid squelch (!) bringing my leafy honours to
dishonoured dust, and men will wonder that
bark could hide such rottenness and ruin."
Among the other discourses are some on " The
Nebraska Question," The Boston Kidnapping,"
" The Abolition of Slavery by the French Republic,"
&c. We need not say that we do not fully coincide
in all Mr. Parker's opinions, but they have the merit
of being straightforward and thoroughly in earnest.

An'i-Colenso : an Essay towards Biblical Interpre
tation. A Handbook for Thinkers. By Johannes
Laicus. One Vol. Pp. 358. Hamilton, Adams,

and Co.
Although the title and object of this work would
ensure our sympathy, we must confess that we have
been somewhat dismayed by the grandiloquent
style of the introduction. The author tells as that
his book is " the creative effort of a layman," and
gives, as matters of supreme importance, the dates of
its first conception and final accomplishment. Many
passages in the work evidence a good deal of thoughn-
t
and a rational spirit of inquiry, and will prow:, i
teresting and perhaps useful to those " thinkers for
whose benefit it has been prepared"'-if such can
really require a negation to the preposterous
subtleties of Colenso.

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he ron:ense, and warn persons disposed to read it that to do
nonsense,
would be a sinful waste of time. In short, a gentleman
must never call a spade a spade, Ho must always describe
it as an agricultural implement.—Sabo.day Bev. v
THE LATE MURDER IN NORFOLK,—James Naylor,
who was awaiting his trial for the murder of his
wife at Elsing, Norfolk, two months since, has died in Nor-
wich Castle this week after two.or three days' illness. The
murder was attended with circumstances of great barbarity.
Out as Naylor did not appear to have been in a thoroughly
sound state of mind, it is doubtful whether, even assumini4,
that he had been convicted, the extreme sentence of thelaw
would ever have been carried out,