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Show Fox Hunting-. Early Sunday morning a party of city gentlemen, armed cap a pie, and followed by a troupe of heuud, drove to the Church parture south of the city, for a day's fox hunting. As they rode along herds of silver tailed Reynards ran through their minds, and their countenonces danced ali over with smiles as they thought how easy it would be for tho fiue limbed dogs to corner the most cunning fox. On Sunday evening the party came home, footsore and weary ; then-minds then-minds were not exercised in painting foxes, or dreaming of exciting chases; it required the whole of their imaginative imagi-native powers to frame imprecations and punishments suitable for the wag who had told them that the Church pasture was alive with foxes. The sporting gents had scratched and dug to the end of every gopher hole- in the field, iu the hopes of finding the game which had caused them to bend the Sabbath, but not a sign of a fox was seen. The only living animal ani-mal that crossed their path was a timid hare, and whether by desperation despera-tion brought on by disappointment, or because their ideas were sufficiently sufficient-ly enlarged to swell a hair into a fox, the whole .party, hounds and all, rushed for the rodent, and it is confidently con-fidently believed, frightened -it to death. The whole secret of their failure was that the adage about angling ang-ling on Sunday and catching no fish applies to foxes as well as to vertebrates. |