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(Fttm " Liavisfrom a Hunting Diary.") 1900.] 347 " Leaves from a Hunting Diary. 99 Mr. Ybrburgh does not do him- ; self justice when he avers that any interest these " Leaves " * may possess will be due almost en- tirely to the illustrations. He has hunted in Essex for the last twenty years, and these two volumes contain a very complete account of the sport enjoyed by the followers of hounds during that period. Mr. Yerburgh has a capital eye for the incidents of a run and knows how to describe one ; nothing seems to escape him, and we venture to assert that his readers will find a very great deal to interest them in the text apart from the pictures of which there are over 400. He has something to say of each of the men and ladies who follow the Essex ; and not the least interesting of his pages are those which deal with men who are no longer among us. While he has recorded the doings of sportsmen and women, he is mindful also of their horses, and we are inclined to think that these pages must include a bio- graphical and character sketch of every good hunter that has crossed the Essex country during the last two decades. Mr. Yerburgh never renders account of run with- out telling us who was there and how they and their horses ac- quitted themselves ; and if a book which contains so much that comes closely home to those for whose entertainment it is destined, fail to find therein much to in- terest, responsibility for failure certainly does not lie at the author's door. The <* Leaves" naturally appeal most directly to Essex sportsmen; but many, very many, of Mr. * " Leaves from a Hunting Diary in Essex." By H. B. Yerburgh. (" McAdam.") a vols. 42s. Vinton & Co., Ltd. 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