This is no place to tell of the glories of the Quorn Hunt under Assheton-Smith, or Osbaldiston—“The Squire,” as every one loved to call him; or the further splendours under Sir Richard Sutton, who, when asked why he hunted seven days a week, replied, “Because I can’t hunt eight.” The annals of the Hunt are extensive and the gossip endless, ranging through the whole gamut of sentiment: rising to Homeric laughter and sinking to the depths of mysticism, as when the older villagers tell you of the story, elderly when even they were young, of how Dick Burton, the huntsman, died and was buried in Quorndon churchyard, and how the hounds killed a fox on his grave at the close of the next hunting day. The interior of Quorndon church is beautiful and exquisitely kept, particularly the Farnham Chapel, the property of the ancient Farnham family, seated at Quorndon for many centuries past, and still here. The chapel, only to be entered by favour, is filled with the elaborate monuments of bygone Farnhams, of which the most notable is that to John Farnham, Gentleman Pensioner to Queen Elizabeth, who died in 1587. He lies in life-sized effigy beside Dorothy his wife, and is habited in armour, with a representation by his side of the axe carried by the honourable corps of which he was a member, whose duties were to form a bodyguard to the Sovereign on public occasions. “Pensioner” appears to be a misleading term, the membership being honorary and entailing expense, rather than bringing payment. [Illustration: FROM THE MONUMENT TO JOHN FARNHAM.] John Farnham appears to have been also a kind of captain of free-lances, warring in the pay of foreign princes on the Continent. An alabaster bas-relief on the wall of the chapel (like the tomb itself, recently restored) shows him leading his men on to the siege of a castle. A quaint epitaph in verse tells us something of what he was: John Farnham here within this tombe enterred doth remaine, whose life resigned up to God, the heavens his soul containe; and if you do desire to knowe his well deserved praise, go aske in court what life he ledd, and how he spent his days, where princes great he truly served with whõ he stood in grace, for good conceit and pleasaunt wit favour’d in every place. Beloved of the noblest sorte, well liked of the rest, unto his friend a faithfull friend, and fellowe to the best, In warres he spent his youth, for youth the best expense of dais, and did transfer from field to Court his just rewarde of praise. Descended of an antient house, with honour ledd his life only with one daughter blest, and with a vertuous wife. God gave him here on earth to live twise fortie years and odd, with life well spent he liveth now for aye with God. XXIV [Sidenote: “_GREAT PAUL_”]