The Sun.
London, England, 1835-11-13 00:00:00

HUNTING.

BRIGHTON HARIERS.—Friday was an auspicious morning,
and many a lover of the chase hailed the rising of the day,
eager to follow the staunch pack which throw off regularly
three times a week in the vicinity of this town. In a former
paper we spoke of the beauty of the country, and its unri-
valled situation for hunting ; we shall now, therefore proceed
at once to the sport.
The Dyke on Friday was the mustering point, where an
excellent field assembled. We shall not dwell upon the first
chase, as it was rather cold hunting ; but proceed at once to
the second and more cheering game. The hounds started her
near Baccombe, and breaking cover in fine style, there was
every prospect of a severe burst, which was fully realized be-
fore the pack ran into her. She took away to Pond Brow,
and made for the Dyke, leaving Seddlescombe to the left;
thence to Northheath, to Mr. Blaker's, near Pangdean; and
at length to Seddlescombe, where she got into her file, which
she traversed twice, and then left it, making for the Pond
Brow and the Dyke road, when the pack ran into her in gal-
lant style, after a severe run which had lasted about an hour.
During the run there were a few checks; but the hounds did
not get off their scent. A third hare, which afforded a sharp
run, was found near Hangleton ; she took away to Portslade,
headed to the right, and went to New England' (near Port-
slade), thence over Cock-a-roost hill to Whiteloek bottom ;
headed back, and proceeded in nearly the same direction till
she had nearly reached Portslade, where she fell before her
staunch pursuers.
On Monday the pack threw off at Patcham to a very good
field. Shortly after the first hare, the hounds were called off.
The second was found north-east of Standean, and proved su-
perior game. She made for Standean furzes, thence to Ditch-
ling Hill, by Pangdean Holt; repeating this several times,
and leading the field at a slashing pace for about two hours,
over ground not far short of thirty miles. At length she crept
exhausted to a crib in a lone farm-yard, near Standean, where
the hounds ran into her. Although a keen north-easterly
wind prevailed during the day, the scent was excellent.
Another hare was found near Patcham, which took Holling-
bury Hill, and from thence to the Earl of Chichester's Park,
and having boldly leaped the palings, found a sure refuge in
the preserves, and the dogs were called off. An accident oc-
curred in the course of the day, which afforded the field con-
siderable amusement. Two hares got up together, and ran
nearly abreast, hotly pursued by the hounds, for a considerable
time, through a thick cover, till they escaped their pursuers.
This couple has been seen before. In the course of the day a
gentleman was thrown. His horse tripped against a mole-hill,
and both horse and rider bit the dust, but neither sustained
any serious injury.
On Friday last Colonel Wyndham's Fox Hounds met at
Ham, near the residence of W. G. R. Gratwicke, Esq., and
in a rick-yard belonging to Mr. J. 011iver, of Preston, found,
and took alive (among a quantity of old timber) three foxes
and two rabbits. One of the foxes was turned down and
hunted, and after a good run poor Reynard fell a prey to his
eager pursuers.
Capt. Richardson's Hounds had an excellent run on Tues-
day. They threw off at Steepdown, and very soon succeeded
in finding a hare, which afforded capital sport.
MINISTERIAL SPORTING.—Lord Lichfield's shooting party,
at Renton Abbey, did not break up till Friday and Saturday
last. A King's messenger arrived on Thursday last, with
some communication addressed to the Noble Earl, or to his
principal guest, Lord Melbourne, and horses were ordered for
the Premier to leave early the next morning. his Lordship,
however, did not leave according to this arrangement, but
stopped for Friday's sport, and left after dinner. The party
consisted of Lord Melbourne, the Marquis Conyngham, Lord
Fitzclarence, the Hon. Mr. Cooper, Colonel Maberley, E. G.
Stanley, Esq., Mr. Stevens, &c. The slaughter of pheasants
was immense. In some of the narrow covers the sportsmen
lined both sides of the plantation, and, from their close proxi-
mity, the birds were literally blown to pieces. Several Staf.

ford Crispins hung on the movements of the party, and Mr.
Stanley and others, understanding who they were, entered
into some conversation with them. A bold Jobson (supposing
them all to be Lords) said to one of the party—" What's the
reason we cannot have a writ for Stafford, my Lord ?" Sports-
man—" Oh I you behaved so very ill at the last election, when
you knew how you stood for former sins." Cobler—" That
was only a few of the scum of the town, paid by Captain Gre-
now, and he could not get in ; we have a thousand indepen-
dent men besides those, who voted free and honourable."
Sportsman—" How came you to think of returning such a
rank Tory as Goodricke ?" Cobler—" Why we had never a
Whig to oppose him, my Lord; will you send us a writ ff we
will return a Whig ?" Sportsman—" It is suspected that a
Whig will have no chance with you." Cobler—" Send one,
my Lord, and try us." Here the party joined in a loud laugh,
and the cobler threw in some hints about the greater corrup-
tion of other boroughs, and other parties; and that if the
Stafford freemen had returned a \Vhig, they would have bad
another writ. " You are making game of us, my Lord," said
the Crispin, at parting, to the great amusement of the Hon.
Secretary' and company.