with some passages in it marked by Sir Roger's own hand. Sir Andrew found that they related to two or three points, which he had disputed with Sir Roger the last time he had appeared at the club. Sir Andrew, who would have been merry at such an incident on another occasion, at the sight of the old man's handwriting burst into tears, and put the book into his pocket. Captain Sentry informs me that the knight has left rings and mourning for every one in the club.

FREE-HOLDER.]

No. 22.

THE TORY FOX-HUNTER.

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Studiis rudis, sermone barbarus, impetu strenuus, manu promptus, cogitatione celer. Vell. Paterc.

For the honor of his Majesty, and the safety of his government, we cannot but observe, that those, who have appeared the greatest enemies to both, are of that rank of men, who are commonly distinguished by the title of Fox-hunters. As several of these have had no part of their education in cities, camps, or courts, it is doubtful whether they are of greater ornament or use to the nation in which they live. It would be an everlasting reproach to politics, should such men be able to overturn an establishment which has been formed by the wisest laws, and is supported by the ablest heads. The wrong notions and prejudices which cleave to many of these country gentlemen, who bave always lived out of the way of being better informed, are not easy to be conceived by a person who has never conversed with them.

That I may give my readers an image of these rural statesmen, I shall, without further preface, set down an account of a discourse I chanced to have with one of them some time ago. I was travelling towards one of the remotest parts of England, when about three o'clock in the afternoon, seeing a country

gentleman trotting before me with a spaniel by his horse's side, I made up to him. Our conversation opened, as usual, upon the weather; in which we were very unanimous; having both agreed that it was too dry for the season of the year. My fellow-traveller, upon this, observed to me, that there had been no good weather since the Revolution. I was a little startled at so extraordinary a remark, but would not interrupt him until he proceeded to tell me of the fine weather they used to have in King Charles the Second's reign. I only answered that I did not see how the badness of the weather could be the king's fault; and without waiting for his reply, asked him whose house it was we saw upon a rising ground at a little distance from us. He told me it belonged to an old fanatical cur, Mr. Such-a-one. must have heard of him," says he, "he's one of the Rump.' I knew the gentleman's character upon hearing his name, but assured him that to my knowledge he was a good churchman. "Ay!" says he with a kind of surprise, 66 we were told in the country, that he spoke twice in the queen's time against taking off the duties upon French claret." This naturally led us into the proceedings of late parliaments, upon which occasion he affirmed roundly, that there had not been one good law passed since King William's accession to the throne, except the act for preserving the game. I had a mind to see him out, and therefore, did not care for contradicting him. "Is it not hard," says he, "that honest gentlemen should be taken into

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custody of messengers to prevent them from acting according to their consciences? But," says he, "what can we expect when a parcel of factious sons of He was going on in great passion, but chanced to miss his dog, who was amusing himself about a bush that grew at some distance behind us. We stood still till he had whistled him up; when he fell into a long panegyric upon his spaniel, who seemed indeed excellent in his kind: but I found the most remarkable adventure of his life was, that he had once like to have worried a dissenting teacher. The master could hardly sit on his horse for laughing all the while he was giving me the particulars of this story, which I found had mightily endeared his dog to him, and, as he himself told me, had made him a great favorite with all the honest gentlemen of the country. We were at length diverted from this piece of mirth by a post-boy, who winding his horn at us, my companion gave him two or three curses, and left the way c'ear for him. "I fancy," said I, "that post brings news from Scotland. I shall long to see the next Gazette." Sir," says he, “I make it a rule never to believe any of your printed news. We never see, sir, how things go, except now and then in Dyer's Letter,' and I read that more for the style than the news. The man has a clever pen, it must be owned. But is it not strange that we should be making war upon Church-of-England men, with Dutch and Swiss soldiers, men of antimonarchical principles? These foreigners will

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never be loved in England, sir; they have not that wit and good-breeding that we have." I must confess I did not expect to hear my new acquaintance value himself upon these qualifications; but finding him such a critic upon foreigners, I asked him if he had ever travelled. He told me, he did not know what travelling was good for, but to teach a man to ride the great horse, to jabber French, and to talk against passive obedience. To which he added, that he scarce ever knew a traveller in his life who had not forsook his principles and lost his hunting seat. "For my part," says he, "I and my father before me have always been for passive obedience, and shall be always for opposing a prince who makes use of ministers that are of another opinion. But where do you intend to inn to-night?" (for we were now come in sight of the next town ;) "I can help you to a very good landlord if you will go along with me. a lusty, jolly fellow, that lives well, at least three yards in the girth, and the best Churchof-England man upon the road." I had the curiosity to see this high-church innkeeper, as well as to enjoy more of the conversation of my fellow-traveller, and therefore readily consented to set our horses together for that night. As we rode side by side through the town, I was let into the characters of all the principal inhabitants whom we met in our way. One was a dog, another a whelp, and another a cur, under which several denominations were comprehended all that voted on the Whig side

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