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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. Yerburgh's accounts of runs are written with such life and " go,** that one need not know Essex to enjoy them very thoroughly; Some of the author*s Purchase Trihexyphenidyl Online pages ap- peared originally in the Field and other journals, and were obviously penned while Order Trihexyphenidyl Online every turn of the chase was vivid in his memory. Hence Buy Trihexyphenidyl they have a freshness in addition to the other attractive qualities already mentioned. Essex is as fortunate in its farmers as it has been in its hunting his- torians. Nothing impresses the reader more as he follows Mr. Yerburgh from one end of the country to the other, than the widely prevalent enthusiasm of the Essex farmer for the sport and the self-denying pains he is at to promote it as a preserver of foxes and an abstainer from the use of wire. This would be creditable in any hunting country, and is the more so in an essentially agri- cultural country like Essex wliere fields rule large and where fox- hounds, harriers or staghounds, provide sport every day in the week. Perhaps we may detect one good reason for this in the vast majority of those who hunt with the Essex hounds and other packs in the county are residents on the land, summer and winter alike. Everybody appears to know everybody else, and though many have occupations which take them up to town with more or less regularity, there is an old world atmosphere about the Essex hunting field as Mr. Yerburgh sets it before us, which seems remote from the days of horse- boxing and migrant hunting population. The author has handled the mass of material at his disposal with discretion ; his accounts of days to be remembered, or days "LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY.