deed the Baronet,
on his deathbed, remembering that he himself had commenced the outrage,
had expressly forbidden Towser to mention it, and Carlo thought that he
might as well return home at once.

Sir Vane Peacock left no children, and the estates descended to his
cousin, Sir Java Peacock, who, fortunately for Carlo, had been too long
a witness of the evils arising from game-preserving to wish to continue
them. Immediately after taking possession, the new landlord sent a note
round, informing every tenant on his estate that he was at perfect
liberty to shoot or course all the game he found on his own farm.

It is said that from that time Carlo dined off roast hare and
currant-jelly at least once in every week for the remainder of his
life.

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MY NEIGHBOURS.

A COUNTRY STORY. BY WARREN RABBITT.

IN a charming retreat, upon the borders of a wood in Gloucestershire, I
once enjoyed the society of some friends, named Leverett, with whom I
was very intimate. They seemed to be the happiest little family in the
world, subsisted mostly on the produce of their farm, and always
welcomed a neighbour like myself with great hospitality. I resided at
that time at a pleasant place called the Sandpits, not far from their
abode, and I often looked in as I passed by, for half an hour's chat
with the old lady, or to ask Jack or his brother Bob to take a stroll
with me in the woods. The father was remarkable for his extreme caution,
seldom went far from home, and never meddled with other people's
affairs. It would have been well had his sons followed his example; but
then I should not have had this tale to tell.

Close by us, at the largest farm-house in the county, there lived a Mr.
Chanticleer, one of the proudest and most irritable fellows I ever had
the misfortune to meet with. To see the airs with which he strutted
about his farm-yard, and drove all the ducks and geese flying to make
way for him, often made Jack Leverett and myself laugh: but when he went
out for a walk with his wife and daughters, his consequence appeared to
be increased tenfold, and one wondered where the path was broad enough
for him to walk upon.

Mr. Chanticleer was extremely jealous of any intrusion upon his
property, and warned off every one who did but set foot on his land. Tom
Leverett knew this well enough, and knew what a pugnacious and litigious
fellow his neighbour was, so he ought to have been more careful than