4 ears. TYLNEY HALL. " Have whom ? " said Sir Mark, pricking up his " Puss there," said Ringwood, putting his thumb on full cock, and taking aim along his fore-finger, at a hare that was running into cover. The promised weekly visits of the young lady at the Hall produced no better result; she only grew more fond of poetry, and Raby became more fond of copying it, to the usual exclusion of Nim- rod, ramrod, and fishing-rod. This congeniality of tastes did not escape the notice of the Baronet, and, with some jealousy as to its probable effect, he endeavoured more strenu- ously than ever to drive Raby into the field, and Ringwood into the library ; but without any other effect than of reviving the old bickerings between the brothers, each attributing to the other the persecution he endured. By dint of importunity Ringwood was induced to copy out something for Miss Rivers, and he wrote out a portion of Somer- ville"'s Chase ; Raby by the same entreaty was persuaded to join in a day's coursing, and it is
TYLNEY HALL. 5 difficult to say wlncli of these fish out of water suifered most in its strange element. " If it wasn't for your everlasting poetry,"" said Ringwood one day, " I shouldn't hear so much of my everlasting sporting. I wish to God you would hunt or shoot a little yourself, instead of being such a bookworm. There's fishing is a quiet studious sort of thing." " Never," answered Raby with emphasis. " I cannot bear the thought even of impaling a poor inoffensive worm on a hook to writhe in agony till he is drowned." " But you might have a fly," said Ringwood, " and, as you are so squeamish, you need not even impale a real one." "True," said Raby, "but I happen to have read Cotton, with his directions for making arti- ficial ones ; and really I have no inclination to go through the varied course of sporting which would be requisite only to furnish me with dubbing." " If I know what you mean," exclaimed Ring- wood, " may I be pounded ! "I speak," answered Raby, "from the book.