less ambitious brother in the field. He, too, when he comes to make up his account, when he brings his hunting to book and inquires whether his whistle has been worth its price, is driven to declare that vanity and vexation of spirit have been the prevailing characteristics of his hunting life. On how many evenings has he returned contented with his sport ? How many days has he declared to have been utterly wasted ? How often have frost and snow, drought and rain, wind and sunshine, impeded his plans ? for to a hunting man frost, snow, drought, rain, wind and sunshine, will all come amiss. Then,