PETERSFIELD.
MEET OF THE EASTMEON HARRIERS AND HEATH OF BLINK BONNY.—On Tuesday, the 6th, the above-named well-known pack of harriers met at the Trooper, when a large number of the choice sons of Nimrod assembled, including the respected master, Mr. Henry Barnard. The first was made and puss started from her seat near Chawner’s plantation, from which she went well away, and after showing her follower some good sport, with one or two checks, became non est; after which another hare was found and lost in spite of the practical endeavours of their well-skilled huntsman. ‟A change now came over the spirit of the dream,” for instead of the anticipated death of poor pussy, ‟Blink Bonny” had rendered herself in her day more than commonly victorious for her racing and steeple chasing propensities, had but just emerged from the enclosures with her worthy rider, Mr. John Etherington firmly fixed upon pigskin, when, lo and behold, both quadroped and biped suddenly came to grief upon the fresh-laid covering of flints upon the road, to the no small surprise of our ‟tallyho” friend, then present. Thus fell old ‟Blink Bonny,” true to her spirit through life, leaving her body for the hounds she had so loved to follow. Mr. Etherington, we are glad to say, escaped injury, with the exception of some punctured mementoes of M‛Adam’s triangular deposits, who then and there ungirted and unbridled ‟Blink Bonny,” and in the words of Harry Sidney, on the following day, at the Corn Exchange dinner—
‟He took the saddle on his back,
And walked home in a quiet sort of way.”