his disregard of pain. He was on his return from the field, with two of his ribs displaced, and evidently suffering much from a fall. To enable him to cut off an angle, he got into a fold-yard, but could not get out of it unless by riding over some high rails, which he did, in that state. In the hilarity of high animal spirits he performed some feats that were ludicrous, and others that were painful to witness. Amongst the former was his appearance with Lord Derby's stag-hounds, when he was taken for a London tailor. Happening to be in town in the hunting season, he had a desire to see those celebrated hounds, and Tilbury sent out a horse for the purpose. On his arrival at the place of meeting in a cab, which he had driven at an awful rate, he attracted the notice of the throng, to all of whom, save one, he was a stranger. "What a buck he is!" said one. "Who the d-1 is he?" said another. "He is a tailor from London," said several, all of which remarks were carefully reechoed to him by his friend. Mytton said nothing, but the tables were soon turned when Lord Derly's carriage drove up. "What, MYTTON!" exclaimed Lord Stanley,1 "who would have thought of seeing you here"-putting out his 1 Now Earl of Derby. hand to welcome him. "Why, to tell you the truth, Stanley," said Mytton, "I have ridden over many a good fellow in my own country, but I never rode over a Cockney, and I am come here to-day for that sole purpose." His treatment of a London Jew money-lender was not amiss. Being wearied by delay, he hired two coal-heavers to knock at his door every second hour throughout the night, until the money was forthcoming. But this anecdote furnishes a painful recollection on the subject of money-lending. A few years back he borrowed ten thousand pounds on an annuity at high interest, and lent nine of it to a friend who has never been seen in Europe since! This, although a type of the man, is no matter for joking; but the following may be looked upon as frolics. He had a parson and a doctor dining with him one evening at Halston, and at a certain hour of the night they mounted their horses to return to their homes. Having a carter's frock, and a brace of pistols loaded with blank cartridges, at hand, Mytton mounted a hack, and by a circuitous route headed and met them on the road, when letting fly both barrels at them, and calling to them to "stand and deliver," he declared they never rode half so fast in their lives as they did from that |