Tylney Hall Author:Thomas Hood Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: effigy glided up stairs, " that's what J call ' sic transit ;' " and with this remark he caught up his hat and sallied forth homewards with his neighbours of the... more » village. CHAPTER III. You cannot hunt to-day, to-day, You run not hunt to-dny ' — lint hunting we will go ! Thomas Rounding. In the list of hunting appointments, as given in the County Chronicle, the meeting of the H hounds for Saturday, the 20th of November, was advertised to take place at Windmill Grange, a fixture which brought the pack into the vicinity of Hanway's public house. The morning was beautiful for hunting, that is to say, what some people would have called rather muggy, with very- little wind from the south, and a cloudy sky. Owing to this auspicious weather the field was more numerous than usual; and the sportsmen welcomed with peculiar pleasure the first appearance for the season of their old friend and leader Sir Mark Tyrrel, of Tylney Hall, the master of the hunt. During the last two months a martyr to the gout, though he would rather have been one of Fox's Martyrs, he had never mounted a horse. The woeful case of Wi- therington in Chevy Chase was light compared with the Baronet's, who had thus four legs taken from under him, for, in reality, he was a modern Centaur. He did not, however, make as manful a fight as the bold esquire in the ballad—like the ancients knights, he felt quite helpless when unhorsed, and, after a feeble struggle, surrendered himself quietly into the hands of Dr. Bellamy, the family physician. The doctor, a formalist of the old school, was, like Ollapod, a great advocate for spring physic; and havmg vainly tried for some years past to persuade Sir Mark to go through a course of May medicme, seized with avidity on an opportunity for making him swallow the whole ...« less