37).
'Here Johnson lies; what human can deny Old Honest Tom the tribute of a sigh?
Deaf is that ear which caught the opening sound; Dumb that tongue which cheer'd the hills around.
Unpleasing truth: Death hunts us from our birth In view, and men, like foxes, take to earth.'" [Sidenote: THE SUSSEX PACKS] A few words on the packs of Sussex at the present time may be interesting in this connection.

Chief is the Southdown Fox Hounds, a very fine, fast pack brought to a high state of perfection by the late master, the Hon.

Charles Brand.

They hunt the open and hill country between the Adur and Cuckmere, between Haywards Heath and the sea.

In the north are the Crawley and Horsham Fox Hounds, which have large woodlands, high hedges, and some stiff ploughed soil to their less easy lot.