more shall be spent than they pay. And in this there is a rough
justice, that roughness of justice which pervades our English
institutions. To a master of hounds is given a place of great
influence, and into his hands is confided an authority the
possession of which among his fellow-sportsmen is very pleasant
to him. For this he is expected to pay, and he does pay for it. A
Lord Mayor is, I take it, much in the same
category. He has a
salary as Lord Mayor, but if he do not spend more than that on
his office he becomes a byword for stinginess among Lord Mayors
To be Lord Mayor is his
whistle, and he pays for it.
For myself, if I found myself called upon to pay for one
whistleor the other, I would sooner be a master of hounds than a Lord
Mayor. The power is certainly more perfect, and the situation, I
think, more splendid. The master of hounds has no aldermen, no
common council, no liverymen. As long as he fairly performs his
part of the
compact, he is
altogether without control. He is not
unlike the captain of a man-of-war; but,
unlike the captain of a
man-of-war, he carries no sailing orders. He is free to go where
he lists, and is hardly expected to tell any one whither he
goeth. He is enveloped in a
mystery which, to the young, adds
greatly to his
grandeur; and he is one of those who, in spite of
the democratic
tenderness of the age, may still be said to go
about as a king among men. No one contradicts him. No one speaks
evil of him to his face; and men tremble when they have whispered
anything of some half-drawn
covert, of some unstopped earth, some
fox that should not have escaped, and, looking round, see that
the master is within earshot. He is
flattered, too, if that be of
any avail to him. How he is
flattered ! What may be done in this
way to Lord Mayors by common councilmen who like Mansion-house
crumbs, I do not know; but
kennel crumbs must be very sweet to a
large class of sportsmen. Indeed, they are so sweet that almost
every man will
condescend to
flatter the master of hounds. And
ladies too, all the pretty girls delight to be
spoken to by the
master ! He needs no
introduction, but is free to sip all the
sweets that come. Who will not kiss the toe of his boots, or
refuse to be
blessed by the
sunshine of his smile ?
But there are heavy duties, deep responsibilities, and much true
heart-felt
anxiety to stand as makeweight against all these
sweets. The master of hounds, even though he take no part in the
actual work of
hunting his own pack, has always his hands full of
work. He is always
learning, and always called upon to act on his
knowledge suddenly. A Lord Mayor may sit at the Mansionhouse, I
think, without
knowing much of the law. He may do so without
discovery of his
ignorance. But the master of hounds who does not
know his business is seen through at once. To say what that
business is would take a paper longer than this, and the precept
writer by no means considers himself equal to such a task. But it
is multifarious, and demands a special
intellect for itself. The
master should have an eye like an eagle's, an ear like a thief's,
and a heart like a dog's that can be either soft or
ruthless as
occasion may require. How he should love his foxes, and with what
pertinacity he should kill them! How he should
rejoice when his
skill has assisted in giving the choice men of his hunt a run
that they can remember for the next six years ! And how heavy
should be his heart within him when he trudges home with them,
weary after a blank day, to the
misery of which his incompetency
has, perhaps,
contributed ! A master of hounds should be an
anxious man; so
anxious that the
privilege of talking to pretty
girls should be of little service to him.
One word I will say as to the manners of a master of hounds, and
then I will have done. He should be an urbane man, but not too
urbane; and he should certainly be
capable of great austerity. It
used to be said that no captain of a man-of-war could hold his
own without swearing. I will not quite say the same of a master
of hounds, or the old ladies who think
hunting to be
wicked will
have a handle against me. But I will declare that if any man
could be justified in swearing, it would be a master of hounds.
The troubles of the captain are as nothing to his. The captain
has the
ultimate power of the sword, or at any rate of the
fetter, in his hands, while the master has but his own tongue to
trust, his tongue and a certain influence which his position
gives him. The master who can make that influence
suffice without
swearing is indeed a great man. Now-a-days swearing is so