The Easter Hunt.

The annual turn-out at Epping has for many ages been a matter of serious consideration to the various classes of the community who inhabit that wilderness of houses called the Metropolis, and which seems very likely to extend its mazes even to the sylvan shades of Epping Forest. The throw-off was as usual fixed for one o'clock; but the impatience of the steeds anticipated that hour most fearfully, for the throwing off began almost as soon as the getting on. At about 20 minutes past one the deer was let out of his cart, and the ten minutes' law having elapsed the hounds were set on the slot. The stag, however, was not up to the mark, for he lagged along so lazily that had it not been for a stray greyhound which dogged him, and alarmed his fears, the pack would have closed on his haunches and have torn him down long ere they could have been called off. When he was once fairly on he showed them some sport; he went across the country from Fair-mead-bottom down to Chingford Hatch, and thence he got into the forest again, when after a short chase he was driven across the water, and the day being far spent the dogs were called off, and he was left to roam. We understand he was never chased before, and therefore took a line of country which proved to the cockneys a terra incognita, and raised such a terror in them as to deter them from following him.