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sports and Pastimes, 



Turf Guide^A^- 












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Co., of London, may be had of all Gunmakers 
throughout the United Kingdom. 


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These Powders are recommended as a safe and certain remedy for destroying every 
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giving him additional strength and vigour, purifying his blood, and adding a fine gloss 
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mission in his labour. 
Sold in boxes, at 3s. 9d., accompanied by a ' Treatise on Worms.' 
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L. BROWN S Waterproof Harness Polish is far superior to all others. 

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Gentlemen taking much equestrian exercise 
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of the first-class engineering firms in the country to companies formed under the Act 
of 1862 — among whom may be named Messrs. Fairbairn & Co. and Messrs. Sharp, 
Stewart, & Co., of Manchester, Messrs. Jno. Brown & Co. and Messrs. Cammell & Co., 
of Sheffield, Messrs. Slaughter, Grnning, & Co., of Bristol, &c. — is at once proof of the 
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spirit he has shown, are desirous of presenting him with a substantial TESTIMONIAL 
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Francis, Francis, Esq. 
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Lupton, I. J., Esq. 
Sutton, J. M., Esq. 
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Original Inventors of the Modern System of Fittings for Stables. 

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Monthly Magazine of Sports and Pastimes, 

and Turf Guide. 

No. 52. JUNE, 1864. Vol. VIII. 

Embellished with a Portrait of Mr. Francis Popham. 







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Wilkie died 1841. Prince of Wales Yacht Club Match. 
Benjamin Aislabie (Hon. Sec. M. C. C.) died 1842. 
Maidstone Races. [a.m. 

Royal Thames Yacht Club Ocean Match. New Moon 11*40 
Second Sunday after Trinity. 
Jeremy Bentham died 1832. 
Ascot Races commence. 

Ascot Cup Day. [x. and xxiv. 

General Meeting of Marylebone Club to legislate on Laws 
London Rowing Club. Eights. 
Third Sunday after Trinity. 

Royal London Yacht Club (2nd and 3rd Class) Match. 
Hampton and Newton Races commence. 

Royal Thames Yacht Club Schooner Match. Duke of Marl- 

[ borough died 1722. 
Battle of Waterloo 1 8 1 5. 

Fourth Sunday after Trinity. Magna Charta signed 121c. 
Accession of Queen Victoria 1837. 

Odiham Races. Royal Western Yacht Club (Ireland) Regatta. 
Bibury Club and Beverley Races. 
Stockbridge Races. 
Midsummer Day. 

Thames Rowing Club, Senior Sculls. 
Fifth Sunday after Trinity. 

[Newcastle Races commence. 
Queen Victoria crowned 1838. Chelmsford, Curragh, and 
Prince of Wales visited Ireland 1861. [teur cricketer, died 1849. 
Worcester and Ipswich Races. Mr. W. Ward, the celebrated ama- 


The Martlebone Club. 
2nd, At Lord's, M.C.O. andG. v. Gntl.of Devon. 
6th, At Lord's, M.C.C. and G. v. Cambridge 

University, Return. 
9th, At Lord's, M.C.C andG. v. Oxford Uni- 
versity, Return, 
ijtli, At Lord's, Oxford v. Cambridge. 
16th, At Lord's, M.C.C. and G. v. Civ. Serv. Club. 
2otb, At Lord's, Harlequins v. Quidnuncs. 
22nd, At Rickling, M.C.C. and G. v. Rickling 

23rd, At Lord's, I Zingarit). Household Brigade. 
21th, At Lord's, The Gentlemen v. The Players. 
30th, At Lord's, M.C.C. and G. v. Rugby School. 


The Surrey Club. 
2nd, At the Oval, Surrey v. Sussex. 
9th, At the Oval, Surrey v. Cambridge Un iv. 
ijtb, At the Oval, Surrey v. Yorkshire. 
16th, At the Oval, Surrey v. Oxford University. 
23rd, At the Oval, The Gtlmen. v. The Players. 
30th, At the Oval, Gentlemen v. Players of the 

The Middlesex Ci.ttb. 
2nd, At Newport Pagnell, Middlesex v. Bucks 
6th, At Islington, Middlesex v. Sussex. 
16th, At Maidstone, Gentlemen of Middlesex 
v. Gentlemen of Kent. 


6th, At Southampton, Willsher and H. H. Stephenson's Eleven v. Twenty-two. 
13th, At Nottingham, Kent v. Notts. 
15th, At Woolwich, Royal Artillery v. Royal Engin eers. 
16th, At Broughton, Willsher and H. H. Stephenson 's Eleven v. Eighteen. 
17th, At Woolwich, Royal Artillery v. Quidnuncs. 
20th, At Islington, United Eleveu v. Twenty-two. 
20th, At Brighton, Kent v. Sussex. 
24th, At Woolwich, Royal Artillery «. Harlequins. 
30th, At Nottingham, Yorkshire v. Notts. 


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Mr. Francis Popham, whose career on the Turf, though brief 
was brilliant — having won the Derby with Wild Dayrell — belongs to 
one of the oldest families in England, and is descended from the 
celebrated Lord Chief Justice Popham, whose abilities as a Judge 
have been handed down to us by the most celebrated legal his- 

Mr. Francis Popham was born in October, 1809, and is the second 
son of Lieutenant-General Edward Popham, of Littlecote. For 
many years Mr. Popham pursued the life of a country gentleman of 
fortune, passing his time in the pursuit of field sports, and those occu- 
pations peculiar to his position in life. Although fond of racing, he 
never kept a stud, but had one or two brood mares at Littlecote 
to experimentalize with. In 1850 Mr. Popham purchased Ellen 
Middleton of Lord Zetland, and sent her to Ion. The produce 
was Wild Dayrell, who was sold when a yearling to Lord Henry 
Lennox for 100 guineas, with the condition that if he won 
the Derby he was to receive 500 more. The Duke of Rich- 
mond's stud being broken up, and Lord Henry Lennox retiring 
at the same time, Wild Dayrell went up with the Goodwood horses 
to Tattersall's, and as no bidder could be found for him, the secret 
treasure was taken back by Mr. Popham, and put into training at 
Ashdown Park, where, under the care of Rickaby, the stud groom of 
Mr. Popham, he took his breathings. Rumours that he was a 
nice colt were occasionally floating about in the South of England, 
by those who knew the district, but he was never seen until the 
First October Meeting, at Newmarket, in 1854, when, ridden by 
Marlow, he won a Two-Year Old Sweepstakes in a canter, Para 
and Hasel running a dead heat for second. The impression he then 
created was so favourable, that- inquiries as to his being in the 
Derby were made, and these being answered in the affirmative, the 
gentlemen who back horses from a knowledge of their make and 
shape, and are judges of action, at once determined to throw away a 

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pony or fifty on him. And from that time until after the Derby, 
the name of Wild Dayrell was rarely absent from the Derby quota- 
tions. In the Spring, the fame of his prowess began to extend 
itself, and Lord Craven's friends at Ashdown returned to London 
with the most flattering accounts of his progress. To find a horse 
to lead him in his work was a matter of great difficulty. Lord 
Zetland was to have lent Hospodar ; but as he was required for 
Fandango, there was nothing to be done but to give sixteen hundred 
guineas for Jack Sheppard ; and in his trial with him he gave him 
eight pounds, and Gamelad twenty-one. This spin, it will be 
admitted, gave him a great chance ; and Hampshire, Wiltshire, and 
Berkshire literally piled its money on him. Still, he never improved 
his position in the market; and certain operators never ceased laying 
against him under any circumstances. This naturally alarmed the 
suspicions of his friends, who considered there could not be smoke 
without fire ; and Mr. Popham was entreated to remove him from 
the care of Rickaby, and change his jockey, Robert Sherwood, who 
had been specially engaged to ride him in his exercise, and also in 
the Derby. But he most firmly refused the request, and stated he 
had entire confidence in the integrity and ability of his servants ; and 
his estimate of them was not overrated or abused. Every design 
that villany could suggest was had recourse to in the hopes of 
nobbling Wild Dayrell; but never being left for an hour by 
either his trainer or jockey, he escaped the intended ' coopering,' 
even when the lynchpins of the wheels of his van had been 
tampered with. 

To get out now of the large sums that had been laid against him 
was impossible ; and as Rifleman and De Clare had both broken 
down on the Sunday previous to the race, his prospect of winning 
became so great he was almost backed against the field. Since 
West Australian and The Flying Dutchman no horse created so 
great a sensation in the paddock, particularly when it transpired 
Mr. Popham had been offered 5,000 guineas not to run him. Old 
John Day followed him about with delight and wonderment, and 
said he would be beggared if he would not have a monkey on at 
any price, for he could not lose. How he won in a canter is 
notorious ; but it was only just in time, for the hard ground told on 
his legs with such a carcass to carry, and the following morning he 
was lame. By his victory the nobblers were routed, and a good 
service done to the racing community by Mr. Popham, who felt so 
keenly the anxiety he had to endure during the last few months 
of Wild Dayrell's preparation that he said nothing on earth would 
ever induce him to have another Derby horse. Wild Dayrell's 
next appearance was at York August Meeting, where he beat the 
6,000 guinea Oulston in the commonest of canters. His third and 
last effort as a racehorse was at Doncaster, where he came out for 
The Cup with horse-cloth bandages on his front legs to face Rataplan. 
But all was of no avail ; for although he had the assistance of two 
aide-de-camps in Indian Warrior and Little Harry, as they came 

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round the bend of the T.Y.C. Wells found something going, and 
Wild Dayrell never troubled another bookmaker or entered another 
enclosure. The Yorkshiremen mourned his sorrows as much as 
the Southrons, and said, c He's a vast deal more down in his sinews 
1 than ever Maid of Masham was.' In his four races, in each 
of which he was ridden by a different jockey, he won 5,575^. ; and 
as Mr. Popham won a nice stake over him for the Derby, he has 
proved almost worth his weight in gold to him, if we take into con- 
sideration his earnings at the stud, wherein he has acquired as high 
a reputation as on the Turf. For the information of breeders, we 
should say Wild Dayrell stands sixteen hands and an inch high ; 
has a lean, blood-like head, strong arched neck, good oblique shoulders, 
great depth of girth, and good back and ribs. He has likewise strong 
muscular quarters and thighs, and immense arms ; is a little in at 
the elbows, and turns out his toes, but is altogether a magnifi- 
cent specimen of a Sire. Among the best of his stock may be 
mentioned Avalanche, Hurricane, Buccaneer, Wildman, Dusk, 
Investment, The Roe, Becky Sharpe, Tornado, Molly Carew, and 
Sea King; and he will doubtless add to their numbers before long. 

Wild Dayrell was named after a species of Palmer who originally 
owned Littlecote, and committed a series of atrocities which, if Miss 
Braddon had been alive, would have furnished materials for a 
romance which in interest might have rivalled l Lady Audley's 
' Secret.' Accused of having committed pretty nearly every crime in 
the Decalogue, by a slice of luck equalled only by that of the modern 
Smethurst, he escaped the penalty due to his crimes. And persons 
were not wanting at the time to assert that he c got at' Judge 
Popham, and squared him by making over" Littlecote to him. Like 
many criminals of the deepest dye Wild Dayrell could be a saint if it 
suited his purpose; and Sir Walter, in ' Rokeby,' thus sings of him : — 

' If Prince or Peer cross Dayrell's way, 
He'll beard him in his pride ; 
If he meet a Friar of" orders grey, 
He weeps and turns aside.' 

His good luck, however, did not benefit him long, for a few months 
afterwards he was killed by a fall he got from his horse in attempting 
to force him over a stile in Littlecote Park. 

The mansion at Littlecote is now leased by Mr. Padwick, so 
well known on the Turf; and although weak-minded persons still 
persist in the belief that the ghost of Wild Dayrell haunts its gal- 
leries and bedchambers, other visitors, whose minds are of a more 
practical character, and who have partaken of the hospitality of the 
new lessee, have never been troubled with such qualms, and have 
escaped without any such midnight visitations. But if their dreams 
have been disturbed, it has arisen more from stereoscopic views 
of Paris, Prince Arthur, Birch Broom, and Scottish Chief, than 
from any other cause. 

Mr. R. Popham is married to Miss Brock, and has by her several 

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children. In all the relations of life Mr. Popham has preserved an 
undimmed reputation. As a follower of the Chase he has been well 
known for years with the Craven Hounds ; and the streams with 
which his estates are surrounded have contributed to his fame as a 
fisherman. In short, no man can fulfil the duties of his station 
better; and in his sphere of life he is an eminently useful member 
of society. 



c Quot homines, tot sentential. ' This aphorism, like many others, 
is not true ; and a close examination of proverbial expressions will 
only confirm the sentiment of David, that ' all men are liars.' Had 
the royal Psalmist said so after considerable deliberation rather than 
in haste, it would have been but a ^more necessary result of longer 
and deeper thought, and have added weight to the assertion. The 
greatest virtue of modern days, because the rarest, is truth : and 
perhaps there are not a dozen men in Europe who are capable of 
discarding all temptation to exaggerate, and whose conversation can 
be characterized by c yea, yea,' and c nay, nay,' and nothing be- 
yond it. 

It is not true that there are as many opinions as there are men. 
There are quite opinions enough, and sufficiently opposite sentiments 
to produce discussion, and something more ; but the increase of 
population has put the witty author of this trite piece of Latinity 
entirely out of court on the score of fact. He might almost as well 
have said there are as many race-courses as men ; an expression 
which serves well to illustrate one of the prevailing fashions of the 
day. There are so many, that it is no exaggeration to say that every 
class of racing man has his own course : that the true sportsman, the 
idler, the sporting-man, the aristocrat, the ring-man, the nibbler, 
and the nobbier have each ground on which they can operate with 
greater facility than elsewhere. Even the Welsher is not without 
his small county meeting of third and fourth class horses and pro- 
vincial talent, incognizant of the policeman, and far from the haunts 
of his lynx-eyed victims, where he can gather fresh laurels for his 
brow, — shall we say crowns for his pocket ? The insouciant dandy- 
ism of Goodwood is as far removed from the business-like air of 
Newmarket, as the First Spring Meeting is from the 27th of July ; 
and Royal Ascot has features as distinct from the noisy cork-drawing 
of a Derby Day, as a well-ordered fight is dissimilar from a street 

This is the 23rd of May ; two days before the Derby of 1864. 
If I were a prophet, which, thank goodness, I am not, seeing how 
singularly wrong they usually are, I should certainly back my fore- 
knowledge at once instead of selling it. It seems to me a remark- 


able piece of disinterestedness, that these gentlemen should present 
such very valuable information to the readers of ' Bell,' or the ' Field,' 
or any other journal, or should even offer it to strangers for half a 
crown's worth of stamps, before they have secured to themselves 
the very handsome fortune, which would inevitably follow a practical 
outlay in accordance with the exercise of their prescience. I fear 
on this day I should have been employed otherwise than in endeavour- 
ing to amuse the readers of ' Baily's Magazine.' But let us return 
to our muttons ; or rather let us take the first slice out of them. 
We will begin with Epsom. 

The cockney's first holiday is the Derby. Your true and genuine 
cockney turfite cares nothing at all about the earlier meetings. 
Northampton is too far off, Epsom Spring is too cold, Newmarket 
has no booths or flags ; and he has nothing to learn from York, Bath, 
or Harpenden, full of instruction as these places are. He looks for- 
ward to the Derby as the day that is to inaugurate his season of 
racing ; and considering the manner in which his mind has for weeks 
been occupied in arrangements decorative and appetitive, it is won- 
derful how much he knows about the horses that are going to start. 
The General, Cambuscan, Birchbroom ; he talks of them all as if 
they were intimate acquaintance, as, indeed, he does of Glasgow, John 
White, and Westmorland, as though he would pay them a compli- 
ment by making 'household words' of them, like Shakespeare's 
heroes on the fields of Shrewsbury or Agincourt. His book is an 
instructive one. He is quite sure to have to pay gloves, bonnets, 
and scarves to the extent of a quarter's salary ; and he has discovered 
only to-day that he cannot possibly win anything, and will probably 
lose two pounds five. All that, however, goes into the day ; it is a 
pure holiday — in Young Metropolitan's opinion not intended for 
making money, but only for spending it. The new clothes which are 
to come home, the lemon-coloured or lavender gloves, the thin 
paletot, quite unfitted for our Siberian spring (the last ten days being 
only an exception to the rule), rival the glossy bonnet and the start- 
ling novelty in shawls, fresh importations from Paris via Regent 
Street and Madame Elise. Fortnum and Mason are au desespoir. 
If such great people can be said ever to have had any wit, they are 
now at their wit's end. Multifarious, indeed, are the orders, and 
blank are the looks of the domestic cuisine : shades of lamb and 
salad so lately eating, the one the other, in the green fields and on 
suburban pastures, now to be devoured together ; what state of 
mind are you producing among the good plain cooks ? Startled 
policemen slink away from the area railings, feeling that the season 
for caterwauling is not now. Higher pleasures than those of love 
are taxing the energies of the lower regions, and the Proserpines of 
Tyburnia are engaged in seasoning their pigeon pies instead of their 

By the way, no one has asked after Banting about this time. 
Is he contemplating suicide ? Will he bear his disappointments like 
a man at the universal disregard of his advice ? or will he be found, 


for once, transgressing his own rules, and laying on pounds of flesh 
in a self-indulgence which merits praise if only for its rarity ? Surely 
plovers' eggs and iced champagne will find favour in his sight for 
the one glorious holiday, to which our friends have looked forward 
ever since they came up from the shires. 

Of course racing men — i.e., the few thousands who profess to 
know anything about the business, who lay the odds or take the 
odds, who disregard the pleasures of personal gratification, voting the 
crowd an insufferable nuisance, and the only refreshment necessary 
to clear their throats for ' laying against Combustion or the Broom,' 
a ham sandwich and a bottle of stout — will go down sulkily and 
mysteriously by the rail. Perhaps they will, have taken a lodging in 
the town, or a villa in the neighbourhood, according to their late 
successes (which ought to have been great) or reverses. But our 
true Derbyite will be satisfied with nothing but Newman's fours — 
greys if he can have them, and a yellow barouche packed inside and 
outside with creature comforts of all kinds. This is the true road 
to the Derby ; any other is spurious, and unfitted to the great occa- 
sion. He will turn a deaf ear to the weatherwise : he will not believe 
in rain, though a stormy petrel settle on his bolster the night before ; 
at least not more than enough to lay the dust. To all offers of 
laying any other dust, or of taking it, he is equally and happily im- 
pervious. The little of the leg that he has in his composition, as an 
Englishman, is now absorbed in his personal get-up, his attention to 
his alter ego, or ' better- half,' or 'temporary helpmate,' or whatever 
his name for the ladies of the party may be, and in his anticipations 
of that glorious luncheon, to whose promise he has stifled the calls 
of to-day's breakfast, and by whose fulfilment he will as certainly 
settle the pretensions of the same meal to-morrow. Not to disap- 
point the critics, nor to hurt the feelings of the general reader, I 
exclude from this category all the regular frequenters of the Turf, 
and only desire to exhibit in its true colours the peculiar idiosyncracy 
of the frequenter of the hill on the Derby Day. 

He is the pink of propriety as far as the course, where he joins 
a motley group of drags, omnibuses, carriages, on four-wheels and 
two, donkey carts, provision merchants, and that numerous class of 
pedestrians whose duties appear to lie between the Stand and the 
Warren, but who palpably belong to neither. Once in position, and 
brushed down by the united services of an ex-pickpocket and a sports- 
man in scarlet, but without shoes, his business begins. The first 
races pass without even a pretended notice ; for he watches the 
Epsom Town Plate and the race for the Bentinck with his head 
and shoulders in a brougham, or in unearthing the pigeon pies and 
salad from the boot of his carriage. A walk to the Warren before 
the race of the day fills him with secret alarm for his patent leathers, 
when some too kindly officious friend proposes to show him the 
horses which are to contend for the Blue Ribbon of the Turf. 
What cares he for horses on the Derby Day ? He is satisfied with 
a coup a"a?il, which is not to be beaten in the world, from the top 


of a friend's drag, or the box of his own landau, at a distance of two 
furlongs. He has no more idea of the colours of the riders than he 
has of the pretensions of the horses, and the whole passes by him as 
a vision of an intermittent rainbow. Roars of ' The General, Cam- 
buscan, and Blair Athol,' fill the air ; enthusiastic friends who have 
spotted the winner, shout and dance ; hats fly here and there ; and 
in the midst of an unreal enthusiasm, he takes his seat in a plateful 
of salad, and the Derby is over for him. 

And now his day begins. 'Thank goodness, that is over,' says 
he ; * now let us lunch.' And to it he goes, with some thousands 
more, to enjoy the pleasure of the greatest race of the year. This 
is the Englishman, whose love of a horse and whose knowledge of 
horseflesh is applauded by admiring, or rather envious, foreigners. 
This is one of the Public, who insist upon right being done by them, 
and who determine upon knowing why this horse or that is scratched 
or run, according to the will of the owner, instead of in accordance 
with the convenience of thousands, who are as fond of racing, and 
know as much about it, as our metropolitan type. During the rest 
of the day he is immersed in iced champagne, claret cup (thanks to 
Mr. Gladstone), knock-'em-downs, Aunt Sally, the Christy min- 
strels, fighting boys, the ancient doll trick, real Havannahs from 
Covent Garden, fortune-telling, and sherry and seltzer water. He 
resumes his journey when the postboys assure him that the last race 
has been run. His equanimity is not disturbed by chaff or pin- 
cushions, sawdust or gingerbread, nor his temper ruffled by all he 
has undergone, though he has lost his gloves and a rather severe 
walking-cane, until he is compelled, after long altercation, to repay 
the Sutton Gate, because he has mislaid his ticket. He reaches 
Grosvenor Place about half-past ten, if lucky, without having broken 
the pole, or somebody else's pole having broken his back ; and 
although it takes him a week to recover the effects of his love for 
the national sport, he vows there is nothing like it, and intends to 
do the same thing again at the Derby in '65. The national taste 
must be supported ! 

This is not your true parasite who lives upon the turf; and who, 
doubtless, is thought, like the sheep, to benefit it immensely by feed- 
ing from it : but he is one of the representatives of it in England, and 
we have to thank him, to a certain extent, for the enormous reputa- 
tion we enjoy as a great racing people. 

As the season advances, and fetes champetres are more in vogue, 
when laced parasols, charitable institutions, and the flimsiest of 
bonnets have obtained during the day, and when about four weeks 
of opera, concert, heavy dinners, and petit s soupers have had a some- 
what unlimited run, London dissipation is again intruded upon by 
the second popular exhibition of the national sport. Royal Ascot 
invites the attention of the racing man. This time, the venue being 
further removed from London, the company may be expected to be 
of a more exclusive class ; and it is so. The rail affords vast facilities 
to many ; but the privileged classes will prefer to locate themselves 


in the neighbourhood. Neither beauty of scenery nor convenience 
of situation is deficient. From the humble cottage or villa, which 
is not unfrequently to be tenanted at the moderate sum of from 
thirty to fifty guineas a week, to the large and handsome house at 
from one to two hundred, there is no lack of accommodation. The 
notion of a man who intends to refresh himself with some country 
air in the middle of the season, being hurried backwards and for- 
wards to and from town, is an absurdity. That it has struck men 
so appears certain from the admirable hotel which has been built at 
the top of the course, and which seems to combine the advantages 
of purity of atmosphere with proximity to a race-course ; a combina- 
tion so seldom to be met with, that it merits a trial. 

Let me assure the stranger or the foreigner that this is another of 
those national reunions which may be ascribed to our love of racing, 
but which has as much to do with that love of a bonnet, and the 
pleasures of a fashionable squeeze. It boots not to sing of days when 
Ascot, unapproached by rail, and unconscious of a Grand Stand, 
stood conspicuously forward as the meeting of the season. Then 
on either side of the course were carriages filled with such beauty 
as only an English aristocracy can produce, and which even those 
brilliant toilettes could not enhance. There was a pageant to be 
seen. The Royal Family came in their carriages of state ; and 
Davis, the finest horseman in the country, himself a sight worth the 
journey, rode in front of them, up the centre of the course. Be- 
tween the acts, there was a promenade of striking beauty, in which 
the peer and the peasant played a part. All men could see and be 
seen ; and as the horses walked down the course to start, and the 
bell rang out its warning, the ladies retired again to their carriages, 
to repeat the walk, according to strength or inclination. 

Such, of course, could not be the case now. But Ascot has pre- 
served many of its ancient privileges. It is neither so noisy, so 
dusty, so crowded, nor so drunken as the Derby. It is pre-eminently 
a lady's race-course : and whether she venture among the pink 
bonnets and parasols which crowd the Stand, and render breathing 
a difficulty, and seeing an impossibility, or whether she confine her- 
self to the more healthy and convenient shelter of the carriage, she 
has nothing to dread in the shape of the hill. The gipsies are better 
behaved, the Christy minstrels less noxious, a harp and violin, out of 
tune, to be candid, is substituted for the not edifying spectacle of a 
street fiVht, and Aunt Sally and the cocoa-nuts are kept out of sight. 
In a word there is no hill. The betting ring is as diabolical as else- 
where, but it is an exceptional case, no more a feature of one course 
than of another ; and not less honest, or less earnest, or more grimy 
than in other places. 

Though professional vagabondism musters strongly, very strongly 
since the opening of the railway, as it always will within twenty-five 
miles of London, it is here not so much on its own ground. Like 
ruffianism in the precincts of a court of justice, it recognizes the 
genius loci to some extent. Trade has its representatives among 


only its upper classes ; wealthy Jews abound. These are no votaries 
of the national sport, but followers of fashion, and pretenders to a 
sort of suburban elegance. Their holiday is among their betters. 
The villas round London throw out their inhabitants ; and the 
cockney element is no less present, but it is less prominent, than in 
its rival. Its mirth is not so boisterous ; and it borrows less from 
its subordinates, more from its superiors. There is an element of 
county society, less marked than at Goodwood, and wholly wanting 
at Epsom. There is not that utter abandon to the pleasures of 
sense ; and the sports of the day force themselves more prominently 
upon public notice. From local causes, most men, and women too, 
see some races besides the Cup at Ascot. Thousands at Epsom 
never see a horse, excepting the jaded cattle that drag them back 
wearied to their homes. Broken glass is in less profusion, and in- 
capable postboys fewer, and, oh ! considerations of safety ! further 
between. , Distance cannot be accomplished but by relays, and few 
costermongers enjoy a change of horses on the road. Vanity Fair 
assumes a more graceful aspect within reach of royalty, and if it 
furnishes less excitement, Ascot leaves fewer stings behind. 

Goodwood presents us with no marks for criticism. If Boccaccio 
could have sung, and Watteau could have painted, horseflesh, we 
would have sent him to the hills of Goodwood for his lesson. It is 
there only that we can forget that on the left-hand side of the Stand 
is a clamorous throng of thirsting mendicants. What peace, what 
beauty, what harmony ! Beneath the shadows of those beautiful 
trees, on a lawn dry with the warmth of a whole summer, and soft 
with a verdure entirely its own, there seems to be spread one uni- 
versal pic-nic. Racing ! — heaven save the mark ! Who ever thinks 
of such a thing, excepting that vast throng which I reserve for future 
mention, and which here condescends to mingle some pleasure with 
its severer duties. Noise, dirt, dust, and champagne fail on the 
Derby Day to extract aught but a sigh of regret from the speculator. 
Ascot enjoys her own without alloy ; but Goodwood infuses into the 
hardest crust of self-interest some sort of sentiment for its beauties, 
apart from professional attendance. Pandemonium feels the influence 
of its graces. The London season is over, and Goodwood looks 
like the first step back to the innocence of rural life. We have left 
the metropolis far behind, and few are hardy enough to have brought 
its demoralizing tendencies on to the Sussex downs. There is a 
semblance of goodness, at all events, in a people who can enjoy 
their luncheon al fresco. Dress yourself well, behave yourself 

decently, and you may eat with the Duchess of A , and share 

the somewhat spacious table of the Countess of B . You are 

under the same bright blue canopy ; the same glorious foliage is your 
curtain : fear not to bask in the same sunlight. 1 hope it may make 
you happier — it ought to make you a better man. Goodwood, that 
is to say the right-hand side of the Stand, always quiets my con- 
science. If Ascot is a lady's race-course, childhood itself might play 
about the lawn at Goodwood. If vice is more dangerous as it loses 


its coarseness, Goodwood, if vicious, must be perilous in the extreme. 
The syrens who lured Llysses would have led him directly to his 
fate. 1 heir very charms and embraces were what he had to fear. 
I hat race-course never leads me beyond a speculation on primaeval 
innocence, and its beauties shut the door to an entrance on its less 
healthy enjoyments. 

Thus three of the greatest meetings in England are made up of a 
society which, in the main, cares nothing or little about the ostensible 
sport. There is an enormous element in England of speculation, 
and the race-course gives the plessantest, easiest, and readiest return 
for the outlay. But no man, unless prejudiced in its favour, would 
give it the preference at either of the three great Southern Meetings 
of the year. It might be a question as to how far the southerners 
are influenced, as a people, by the race-course at all ; and whether 
the crowd would be smaller or the dissipation less, if any other 
announcement were made by the officials than a Derby Stakes of 
50 sovs. each, to be run for by three-year olds, distance one mile 
and a half. Anything in the world that man can render fashionable 
may be made certainly to bring together a mixed crowd of well- 
dressed people to a spot like Ascot Heath ; and even a Volunteer 
review and a sham fight created ten times the attention, and brought 
together a greater crowd of respectable persons, than Brighton races. 
As to Goodwood, the : predominant feature has no more to do with 
racing than the Lords of the Admiralty have to do with fighting. It 
is a mere adjournment of the aristocracy from their summer quarters, 
with a rest on the road, before they dive into temporary obscurity 
for the autumn ; and its outskirts are made up of the more wealthy 
and respectable of the middle classes, who, very naturally, like the 
opportunity of seeing and being seen. There is not a bazaar in the 
country, if fashionably conducted, and having a good strong religious 
element at the bottom (that is a great point with us all), that will 
not bring together precisely the same people, and, taking into consi- 
deration the absence of pigeon-pies and iced champagne, in quite as 
great numbers. 

But if there were anything to add to the pleasures of this latter 
meeting, it might be found in the simple viridity of the country" 
people who assemble to see the l foine folks ' on the Sussex hills. 
We cannot say that in these days of progress there still remain the 
scarlet neckcloth, white smock-frock, and hobnailed boots of Hodge : 
these, like Virgil's mariners, are ' nantes in gurgite rari.' The 
labourer has his beard and his broad cloth, and an ungainly beast he 
looks in his Sunday clothes. But there are to be seen the Sussex 
farmers with their handsome daughters, laughing and flirting outside 
of the rails : remnants, it is true, of a generation now passing away, 
with their drab breeches and mahogany-topped boots. There are 
the quiet, acute tradesmen of the small towns on the coasts, who 
usually have a pound or two upon something for the Cup; while the 
rural population inspects the company through the iron railings, and 
points out the celebrities that have arrived from the Duke's, from 


Bognor, Chichester, and the houses in the vicinity. Along the line, 
too, Paterfamilias in the family barouche, somewhat lower down, 
brings the whole of his party, foregoing the additional expense of a 
Stand ticket for each, and quite sure of a pleasant visit from his 
neighbours, who have known where to find him any time these thirty 

All this is excitement, and a great deal of it pleasure — real, sub- 
stantial pleasure, made up of sunshine, gay bonnets, and feasting ; 
but it has nothing to do with racing, which appears to go on in spite 
of a dead set against it. If anybody will compare with this the 
northern Tyke, with his cunning, leary look, and his hands in his 
pocket, not for show, but to see that nothing gets out of it without 
his knowledge : if any one will see him examining the horses with a 
critical eye, and watch the visible interest he really takes in the day's 
proceedings, he will pronounce Doncaster and York, notwithstandino- 
their fashion and provincial grandeur, to be far more of race-courses 
than any in the south. Every Englishman is a gambler; almost 
every man is a speculator ; all the chances of life and its most 
important events are the subjects of as much calculation as a betting 
book; but the Yorkshireman is a gambler upon horse-flesh. The 
veriest yokel cannot resist the temptation of a ' stable ' or the seduc- 
tions of 'private information;' and his half-crown follows in the 
wake of his convictions, as naturally as his master's team succeeds to 
his master's horses. Even the northern aristocracy, though they 
have forgotten something of their former state, their carriages and 
four and their outriders, have not forgotten their enthusiastic admira- 
tion of the Turf; and there is more heart follows the fortunes of the 
Leger and the ' Coop ' in one year, than is invested on the southern 
courses during a quarter of a century. 

But if pleasure has its votaries, to the exclusion of sport, at 
Epsom, Ascot, or Goodwood, there rs a place which for true love 
of racing beats the world. It is not for the instruction of Admiral 
Rous and the racing world that I suggest Newmarket, the head- 
quarters of the Turf, as fulfilling every condition of our national 
pastime. I fear no contradiction when I say that there alone is to 
be seen, in all its beauty and vigour, the full development of that 
sport which has gained for Englishmen a prestige which the woful 
errors of the system have not yet shaken. Foreigners may wonder 
at the crowds, the eccentricities, the vulgarities of a Derby, as parts 
of a saturnalia which they cannot comprehend ; or they may admire, 
in the beauties of Ascot and Goodwood, an extension of continental 
notions on the same point ; but they must see Newmarket fully to 
understand an Englishman's sentiments on the subject of horse- 
racing. The most beautiful sight in the world to a lover of the 
animal is to be found on a fine spring morning on the ground called 
the Lime Kilns, and the most attractive to the speculator in the 
afternoon on the other side of the town. Miles of magnificent turf, 
unimpeded by trees or habitation of man, stretch before him, marked 
only by the different courses and the place known as the Ring. 


Carriages are counted by tens, hacks by hundreds. Bleak and 
barren, it is no holiday love-making scene, but a severe trial in a 
north-easter, recompensed by the very best and fullest enjoyment of 
a race. Then comes a gallop back to the Ring, when nothing but 
business is the order of the day. Your pleasure-seeker may go else- 
where. The few carriages which draw up in its neighbourhood 
between the races keep their commissioners in full occupation ; and 
the lovely women on horseback are those of the haute volee, who 
share with their lords the pains and pleasures of their taste. Others, 
if there, sink into the profundity of an abyss, compared to which the 
hill at Epsom is positive celebrity. Men who want to bet can do 
so in comfort ; men who want to see the horses are neither jostled 
nor insulted. A glass or two of sherry and a biscuit or sandwich 
give a rational relief to the calls of hunger. If it snows, or hails, 
or rains ; if the sun broils or the wind blows, there is no shelter, no 
escape. You must bear it — grin, if you like — but you came to 
Newmarket for racing, and that you can have. You may be ridden 
over, too ; but that is your own fault. A hack or a fly is indispen- 
sable. You can see the start or the finish ; and you will be able to 
do anything you like in the way of a book at the market-price ; but 
you will find neither sticks to throw at, booths in which to drink, 
gipsies, Aunt Sallys, conjurors, gingerbread nuts, nor patent-leather 
boots. The only thing, indeed, to be found there irreconcileable 
with my ideas of Newmarket is Joey Jones — perhaps I ought to say 
his costume. 

Further than this, on the subject of Newmarket Heath, I am not 
called upon by my subject to express myself. Many of the readers 
of c Baily ' know quite as much as I do about it ; and my only 
object is to point out the peculiarities of our race-courses, and the 
motives which impel men to the same end. I contend that racing, 
so called, at Newmarket influences everybody. That business 
which I assert with pain and grief racing has become, is the very 
soul of the place : that a man interested in the sport, and desirous 
of seeing the thing he professes to have in view, cannot do better 
than take an annual tenement in Newmarket. But I should as soon 
think of recommending the Houghton or the First Spring Meeting 
to a mere champagne and lobster-salad pretender, as I should advise 
an empty house in Capel Court for a bachelor's ball. Let them 
stick to the Derby, or Ascot, or Goodwood, according to their cir- 
cumstances and tastes : they may be happy in the exhilarating plea- 
sure which each offers in its peculiar form, and may fancy they have 
been racing. There are men racing at all three ; and a very pretty 
exhibition the twenty-fifth is likely to make of some of them. But 
these racing and betting people are mere spots on the sun, mere 
accidents of a Derby Day, not to be at all taken into account except 
at Tattersall's. The Derby is one thing, but the Derby Day is 
another. In the first they are all-powerful, because but for their 
horses and their money the affair must change its name. As to the 
second, the Abbot of Unreason is the presiding divinity, and feasting 


and fumigation the great business of the day. St. Hubert is a quiet, 
orderly, rather abstemious liver j and a good digestion always presides 
over sport ; the god of the Campus Martius and the Palaestra delights 
not in pastry, and abhors bottled beer ; but the deities who preside 
over fashion and folly may build their temples on the Surrey hills, the 
Berkshire heath, or the Sussex downs, and the names of the wor- 
shippers will be legion. The temples on Newmarket Heath will be 
devoted to sport alone. 

May the 25th. — The Derby is won. I, for one, regret exceed- 
ingly that the best horse has won. It would have given me infinitely 
more pleasure to have heard that Lord Glasgow or Lord West- 
morland, or some man of approved position, should have carried 
off the Blue Ribbon of the Turf. However, there is an end of 
it. The race is not always to the swift nor the battle to the 
strong ; but it seems, in this case, that a horse which has been 
regarded occasionally as a dead one has proved lively enough to beat 
the winner of the Two Thousand. That Blair Athol is an extra- 
ordinary horse there can be no doubt : and we refer our readers to 
the daily journals for those details which we have neither time nor 
inclination to furnish. 

May the 27th. — I hope the British public like the performances 
of the French mare on the English turf. Whether this is an exhibi- 
tion of native talent, or adopted from our own practices, I cannot 
say. I trust it may not become general ; it might give racing a bad 
appearance in the eyes of honest men. 



For some weeks past placards of extraordinary colour and dimen- 
sions have been posted on the walls in and around Versailles, and in 
every village and town within fifty miles of Paris. The warning of 
Defense d'afficher, side by side with the bills, seems to have been 
utterly disregarded in the anxiety to give a wide notice of the above 
popular meeting. The programme is inviting, as well as amusing, 
and runs thus : — 

c Lundi de la Pentecote 16 mai 1864, grand steeple-chase annuel 
4 military (gentlemen-riders). — 5,000 fr. dont 2,000 fr. offerts par 
4 l'administration des haras pour tous chevaux. Entree, 250 fr., 
4 moitie forfait. Le second doublera son entree, le troisieme sauvera 
4 sa mise. Poids, 70 kil. Legagnant d'un steeple-chase de 2,500 fr. 
4 portera 2 kil. de surcharge ; de deux prix de cette valeur ou d'un 
4 steeple-chase de 5,000 fr., 5 kil. Le gagnant d'un steeple-chase 
4 de 7,500 fr. portera 7 kil. de surcharge ; d'un steeple-chase de 
4 cette valeur (en Angleterre) ou de 10,000 fr. et au-dessus, 10 kil. 
4 Les gentlemen n'ayant jamais gagne un steeple-chase de 1,000 fr. 
4 recevront une dicharge de 3 kil. Distance, 6,000 metres environ. 

4 Sont admis a monter : MM. les officiers francais ou etrangers 


4 en activite de service, les officiers des haras imperiaux ou toute 
* personne, sur la presentation et sous la responsabilite de deux 
4 membres du Jockey-Club de Paris ou de celui de Berlin.' 

So on Monday, May i6th, the park of de la Marche, within two 
miles of Versailles, was thrown open to the expectant world ; and 
long before the appointed hour, the rank, fashion, and beauty of the 
metropolis and its neighbourhood poured into the grounds in one 
continuous stream. The main road almost reminded one of a 
Derby Day in the olden time, so gay, and so well appointed were the 
equipages, and so charming were the fair occupants who came to 
visit this Olympic scene. There was, however, no element in the 
crowd at all akin to the ruffianism that marks our high meetings ; 
no thimble-rigs, no gipsies, no gladiators, no roughs. The touts 
might have been equally vicious ; but with a few exceptions, in 
which the Anglo-Saxon type of countenance could not be mistaken, 
the outward features did not bear that expression of low cunning 
and flagrant vice written in such strong letters on the face of the 
English ruffian. The price of admission to the grounds helped, 
doubtless, to sift the company : three francs ahead stared the blousers 
in the face, and evidently scared them : whereas, to the British 
public our downs are as open and free as the winds which blow over 
them. But in spite of the watering and culture given to the racing- 
tree by such men as De Morny, Lagrange, Count Talon, and even 
the Emperor himself, it has not as yet taken, nor is it probable that 
it will soon take as deep root in France as it has in our own British 
soil. Still, matters are mending every year ; cultivation will tell — 
the tree will gain vigour and bring forth fruit in due season. Within 
the park the military uniforms of every imaginable hue and pattern, 
from the cocked hat of the giant Gendarmes to the turban of the 
square Turcos, dotted and diversified the verdant landscape so 
picturesquely, that one could scarcely conceive a more attractive 
scene. Horace Vernet would have done it justice, and so would 
Rosa Bonheur, if she understood the points of a thorough-bred as 
well as she understands those of a Normandy cart-horse. 

But, to the business of the day : the course lay in a pleasant 
hollow meadow, fringed on all sides by extensive woodlands : near 
the water-jump was the pavilion of the Emperor, in which, however, 
he did not make his appearance ; and near the winning-post no less 
than five grand stands were erected, from which a good view of the 
course could be obtained when the trees did not interfere. The 
jumps chiefly consisted of faggots stuck on end with squire-traps 
on the ofF-side, into which many a horse and its rider fell incon- 

In the first race, termed 'The Grand Steeple- chase Annuel Mili- 
c tary Gentlemen Riders,' five horses started. One soon came to 
grief; and the rest, hanging together, took their several jumps 
steadily until the last round, when the pace improved, and L'Africain, 
M. Vaillant's horse, admirably ridden by Lieut. Roques, went 
ahead and won cleverly by two lengths. Our old friend Yaller Gal 

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was second, and the Vicomte de Namur's horse, The Colone', third. 
The second race, a handicap, was won by Comte d'Oimont's 
Amaranthe, beating Latalcia by four lengths. 

For the third and last race no less than nine horses started, five 
of which were soon placed hors-de-combat : the other four fought 
out the battle gallantly ; it was, however, won by Vicomte de 
Merlemont, who rode his own mare, Miss Margaret, in very spirited 

The sport was fair and the weather charming ; flower-girls did 
duty for the gipsies, not by offering cards of the races, but bouquets 
of* beautiful flowers. Ladies in fashionable carriages and very 
fashionable attire, with an extensive male acquaintance, fluttered 
"gaily in the park ; champagne flowed in streams ; ' Bordeaux, Ma- 
deira, and calces ' was the only cry, save that of the horses, that 
disturbed the ear ; and altogether the races at La Marche proved to 
be a most delightful holiday. 



Whether it was the pleasant, smiling, neat-looking hostess that 
induced our travellers to adopt the Hotel Paoli as their head-quarters 
during their stay at Corte, or the high respect they felt for the great 
patriot's name that figured so conspicuously over the entrance door, 
it is hardly worth while now to inquire ; suffice it to say, Madame 
Fiore's comely person and trim appearance were true indications of 
the comfort within. The beds were fresh, the linen white, and the 
table well supplied, if not with luxuries, at least with excellent food; 
in fact, the whole menage was unexceptionable. From the isolation 
of Corte the difficulty of obtaining the mere necessaries of life had 
been so exaggerated at Ajaccio that our friends, fully prepared for 
the worst, were agreeably surprised to find not only fair accommoda- 
tion at the Hotel Paoli, but ample stores in the town for the supply of 
all customers. 

To call on General de Leseleuc, the military governor of Corte, 
and to present his letters of introduction, was the first duty to which 
Pendril devoted himself on the following day. At his particular 
request, both Temple and AL Tennyson accompanied him to the 
citadel, while Will sallied forth with the dogs in the direction of the 
Tavignano for the purpose, as he said, of giving them a swim in 
that limpid stream. The citadel overhangs the town, and seems to 
watch over its safety as an eagle over her brood of young ; and the 
idea of clambering to an eyrie not unfrequently crossed our friends' 
minds as they mounted the steep street and rugged path leading to 
its walls. This fortress is veritably founded on a rock, and is said to 
have been built by Vincentello d'Istria in the fourteenth century. 
But, whatever may be its early history, it still bears on its battered 

124 PAUL pendril. [June, 

front the record of hard times and the scars of many a fierce fray. 
Tales of surpassing interest are told in Corsica of the battles fought 
on every yard of ground within and without these walls by the 
patriots on one side and the Genoese on the other. To an ordinary 
beholder it would appear to be impregnable ; it has, however, been 
taken and re-taken by slow siege, by storm, and by treachery ; but 
more frequently by the last than by any other means. 

As the gentlemen entered the room which the General was 
accustomed to occupy for the transaction of business, they found 
him seated at the end of a long table covered with papers, books, 
and maps, in the examination of which he and several officers 
seemed at that moment to be fully occupied. Two orderlies stood 
at the door waiting his commands, while a secretary on his left hand 
was busily engaged in transcribing a letter, the substance of which 
the General dictated aloud. ' Tell him,' said he, before he perceived 
the entrance of our friends or their cards, which had preceded them, 
4 that he shall have a troop of picked gendarmes for the service, and 
* that if they don't capture Galofaro alive or dead, they shall be tried 
c every man of them by a court-martial.' 

As he spoke out with much energy and clear enunciation every 
word rivetted the attention of his visitors before they could advance 
sufficiently near to apprise him of their immediate presence. 

However, in another instant his eye caught Pendril's, and, rapidly 
scanning him and his companions, he arose at once and saluted them 
in the most friendly and cordial manner. 

4 You are welcome,' said he, 4 gentlemen hunters, to the land of 
4 the mouflon ; and if you carry, as I've no doubt you do, the straight 
4 powder for which England is so famous, you will find plenty of 
4 sport in these rugged mountains. An express received last night 
c from Monsieur the Prefet of Ajaccio apprises us, among other 
4 things, of the object of your visit to Corsica. But I believe you 
4 bring an especial letter from my good friend on the subject,' he 
added, pointedly addressing Pendril. 

4 1 have that honour, General,' said Pendril with a respectful bow, 
as he placed the letter in his hands ; but he felt, at the same time, a 
little puzzled to account for the readiness with which the General 
pitched on him as the bearer of the letter. The General, however, 
did not keep him long in suspense. 

4 Your identity, Mr. Pendril,' said he, 4 needs no written creden- 
4 tials for me ; not only your name, but every feature of your face 
4 reminds me of your father so strongly that I can scarcely believe 
4 forty years have elapsed since I last enjoyed his boundless hospi- 
4 tality ' 

4 1 am proud to be thought like so good a man, General ; but permit 
4 me to inquire what fortune brought you into each other's 
4 company ?' 

4 The fortune of war, sir ; I was a prisoner at Wincanton for five 

4 years. Your father was then a Captain in the D militia, and 

4 guarded us so vigilantly that, whenever he went on short leave to 


1864.] PAUL PENDRIL. 125 

his country-house, he generally managed to take one of his prisoners 
4 with him — a dangerous experiment for both, it must be owned ; — 
4 nevertheless, many's the happy hour I've spent at Goodwell, 
4 hunting, shooting, or fishing every day in the week ; but for my 
c country, sir, I could have wished that such captivity had never 
4 ceased j and now tell me what can I do to serve my old friend's 
< son ?' 

Before Pendril could express his thanks or surprise at this unex- 
pected announcement, and before he could find words to confirm the 
accuracy of the General's slap-dash assumption that Paul Pendril of 
Goodwell was indeed his father, the General brought the conversa- 
tion to a close by saying : 

4 But pray come and dine with me to-day, you and your two 
4 friends punctually at six : I have now a little business on hand, a 
4 mere bagatelle, it is true, but it requires immediate attention ; 
4 when that is arranged I shall have ample time for the enjoyment of 
4 your society.' 

The General's invitation was, of course, tantamount to a com- 
mand ; but the kindly manner in which it was made drew at once 
from Pendril and Tennyson a prompt and hearty acceptance ; 
Temple, however, bowed his assent with a cold reserve, which 
Pendril thought the keen eye of the General could not fail to detect. 
They then withdrew from the citadel. 

In three hours from that time Temple was on the high road for 
Ajaccio ; and, as Tennyson and Pendril had been for some time con- 
scious that their society was anything but courted by him, they had 
strolled out together in search of Will, leaving Temple in his room, 
apparently engaged in letter-writing. The torrent of the Tavignano 
attracted them irresistibly to its banks ; and, although in tranquil 
condition, it reminded Pendril not a little of the wild Garry ; it now 
tumbled along, however, gently humming its summer song, while 
echo slumbered in the rocks, and the peace of the valley was as yet 
undisturbed. Pendril could fancy himself hooking a twenty- 
pound salmon and guiding him, as well as the huge granite boulders 
would permit, from one pool into another, until after many fierce 
flings, and many a sharp struggle for life, he kicks himself high and 
dry upon the sandy shore. While this pleasant picture was pre- 
senting itself for a moment to Pendril's imagination, the well-known 
sound of Charon's note suddenly rung on his ear ; the hound, too, 
was doubling his tongue and evidently running on moved game. 

4 What on earth can that mean, Tennyson ?' said he. 4 If the old 
4 vagabond has got upon a deer it will cost us some trouble to recover 
4 him ; let's get on and see what he is about.' 

A few short notes, however, as if the hound was at mark, soon 
convinced Pendril it was no deer ; so, waiting for Tennyson, who was 
scrambling afcer him through the dense scrub and over masses of 
granite with infinite discomfort to his battered shins, he gave a rat- 
tling cheer to the good hound, and then listened with all his ears for 
his next note. Again, it was a deep short roar, an unmistakeable 

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126 PAUL PENDRIL. [June, 

mark ; the hound's game was close to his nose, either at bay or at 
ground. Then, as they cleared a promontory of broken rocks that 
hung in fantastic and menacing form over the very bed of the river, 
they could plainly see Charon plunging into a deep pool and striking 
down stream with all the energy of a hound in chase. 

4 Have at him, my lad !' shouted Pendril with as wild and cheer- 
ing a note as ever was heard on that river ; * by St. Hubert, it's an 
4 otter, and the old hound is working him bravely. Oh, for six or eight 
4 more couples to join chorus ! what exquisite harmony we should 
4 have in this hollow ravine ! But, as that cannot be, let us hasten 
4 to the scene of action and see how nobly the old hound can work 
* him single-handed.' 

So down they hastened towards the river, and there a sight greeted 
them which, as Pendril said, made his bones shiver with delight. At 
the very tail of the pool in which Charon was so actively engaged, 
stood "Will in mid-channel, up to his coat-tails in water. No heron 
ever gazed more intently into the sparkling shallows than Will into 
the depths of that rushing tide. The otter did not dare to pass him; 
for every time he attempted to do so Will brandished a long stick, 
and lunged at him so fiercely that he was glad to turn tail and escape 
again into the pool above. There Charon took up the running, and 
by his close pursuit and fiery ardour kept the otter perpetually on the 
strain. Then, as the bubbles rose and glistened on the surface like 
a string of pearls, Pendril perceived the animal must land soon or 
inevitably be drowned. In vain he sought the lowest depths of the 
Tavignano ; in vain the darkest nooks of the granite shore ; Charon 
was hard at him at every turn : the only spot, indeed, in the whole 
pool, from which the hound could not readily dislodge him, was 
under the arch of a tiny cascade formed by an overhanging boulder. 
Behind this transparent screen he managed to keep his head above 
water and to catch fresh wind ; but it was only a short respite ; for, 
ever as the hound discovered him, he dashed through the spray and 
drove him headlong into the depths below. 

Tennyson was in ecstacies ; he had never yet seen an otter-hunt ; 
and it was with some difficulty that Pendril dissuaded him from 
jumping in and joining Will in the shallow. Wildfire and the two 
spaniels sat motionless on a rock hard by, watching every move in 
the game, and ready, if the otter landed, to chase and worry him to 
the death. 

4 We've been at him for an hour and a half,' cried Will to his 
master ; c and brought him a mile down stream before I could head 
4 him in this pool; and now, sir, he'll beat us after all if you don't 
4 get in and keep him away from that fall.' 

4 That's just what I'm about to do,' shouted Pendril ; and suiting 
the action to the word, he plunged waist-deep into the tide within 
arms' length of the boiling cascade. The otter, finding that point no 
longer tenable, landed at once in the very face of his enemy, and 
sought the jungle in precipitous flight. Nov/ then, Wildfire,, the turn 
you have so patiently waited for has come at last ! and away he goes, 

1864.] PAUL PENDRIL. \1"J 

like a bolt from a cross-bow, head-foremost into the thicket ; and 
away goes Charon on the line, spaniels and all, in mad pursuit ; such a 
storm at his heels never yet followed that otter. But the wild cry that 
scared the valley was not that of the hounds alone : five or six 
French soldiers, and as many Corsican peasants, had joined the pack, 
and raised such a din as might have been heard at High Olympus. 
Notwithstanding, the otter did not escape ; Charon was too steady 
on his line to be baffled by the hubbub, and, with a terrible purpose, 
was running for blood. Suddenly, however, the cry ceased, a deadly 
tussle ensued, and in a few minutes the otter rolled lifeless in the dust. 
Poor Brush yelped a sad requiem over his remains, lie had lost 
nearly half an ear in the fray ; and Wildfire's leg was so wounded, 
luckily above the knee-joint, that he hobbled about on three legs for 
the whole of that day. 

On their return towards the suburbs of Corte, after this lively and 
exhilarating bit of sport, Pendril and Tennyson had but one regret, 
and that was that Temple had not been present to share it. ' Had 
c he but seen,' said Pendril, ' the old hound in the pool, and heard 
that thrilling note of his every time he fresh-marked the otter, it 
might possibly have diverted his thoughts, at least for a time, from 
the all-engrossing passion which now rules him, body and soul.' 

* It certainly has been a charming divertissement,' said Tennyson, 
and must have delighted Temple had he been there to see it : but 
its impression on him would have been as lasting as that of the 
summer wind on the waving corn.' 

£ At all events he will have a stirring time of it for the next 
month ; the mouflon are shy, and the gorges of Monte Rotondo 
deep and declivitous ; and if he follow the game like a man over 
that country, the occupation will need his best energy. Reverie is 
the oil that feeds the fire — the current that keeps the mill going ; 
exclude the supply by active and wholesome work, and you will 
1 soon check the flame and bring the machinery to a dead stand- 
' still.' 

As the party approached the Hotel Paoli, Madame Fiore stood at 
the threshold, apparently awaiting their return. Bland and profuse 
were the words of greeting with which the comely hostess received 
her guests ; but Pendril could not help remarking, as she handed 
him Temple's note, that something had occurred to disturb the 
usual bright and happy expression of her pleasant face. 

* Mr. Temple,' she said, c requested me to give you this note, and 
{ at the same time informed me his bedchamber would be no longer 
c required. I should grieve to hear that he did not find my house 
' comfortable : he came, as I understood, for a month, and has left in 
c a day ; my guests, in general, reverse this proceeding, by coming 
4 for a day and staying a month. It is my pleasure, as well as my 
' interest, to maintain the character of the great name by which my 

hotel is known ; and this can only be done by making my guests 
4 happy.' 

While the fair hostess was proceeding, with some volubility, to 

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descant on the great and hospitable character of Pascal Paoli, Pen- 
dril tore open the envelope, and, with profound surprise and vexation, 
read the following note : — 

c Dear Pendril, 

* On the old principle that all stratagems are fair in love and 
war, you will, I am sure, have no objection to endorse my de- 
parture with a bene decessit. I would gladly have gone to the 
front with you ; but, as I am bound to own, a stronger fancy for 
game in the rear drags me in an opposite direction. I have little 
compunction in falling back and deserting the mouflon for sport 
at present more congenial to my taste. 

* If you write to your people, have the goodness not to include 
my name in the correspondence ; for, I need scarcely say, that 
letters received at Goodwell travel from the Hall to the Rectory, 
and from the Rectory to the Hall with telegraphic rapidity. My 
father's views sometimes clash with mine, and then there's a row ; 
a result that usuallv leads to homilies and other less convenient 

c If any letters arrive for me, pray forward them to the hotel at 
Ajaccio, from which point I hope to join you on your return to 
England. Commend me to Tennyson, and say all that is proper 
to the General on my account : he really seems one of whom it 
might be said, "Janua patet, cor magis. 

i Ever yours, 

1 Godfrey Temple.' 

c Poor fellow !' cried Pendril, gravely, as he folded up the cool 
note ; ' this is a sad step indeed ! Would that my influence had 
* been more successful, and his temptation less potent ! Passion, 
4 however, has prevailed over reason, and trampled out the spark of 
4 light in his better nature, — a tyrant inexorable as Pluto, and cruel 
c as the vulture that fed on the vitals of Prometheus. Can nothing 
4 be done to rescue him from this impending evil ? I'll consult the 
1 General ; and what cannot be effected by my counsel, may be con- 
1 trolled by his power.' 

So, strong in this resolve, he turned to the fair hostess, over 
whose brow the cloud of disappointment was still hanging, and ex- 
pressed a cheering hope that it would not be long ere Temple was 
back again in his comfortable quarters at the Hotel Paoli ; a re- 
assurance which soon brought out the sunny smile on her bright face 

While Pendril and Tennyson were engaged in dressing themselves 
for dinner, Will was amusing himself and a large party of admiring 
peasants by stripping off the otter's skin, which he managed to do in 
the most adroit manner. The animal hung in an open doorway, by 
a strong hook, firmly fixed into the inside of his upper jaw. With 
the aid of a sharp knife, the lips first, and then the skin of the head 
were inverted and drawn back, until the whole body, up to the very 
tip of the tail, passed through the mouth ; by which process, as Will 

1864.] PAUL TENDRIL. 120, 

demonstrated, the valuable skin was obtained 4 as sound as a new 
4 glove.' Poor Brush, too, no longer of merry mood, but apparently- 
anticipating with downcast looks the fate that awaited him, was 
coupled up to a post to undergo a sharp operation at Will's hands. 
After carefully rounding off the jagged edge of the dog's ear with a 
sharp scissors, Will's tender mercies had well-nigh mastered him, as 
he proceeded to apply the cruel red-hot iron to the bleeding wound. 
However, it was soon done ; and then, remembering that, under the 
frizzled and hard cicatrix formed by the actual cautery, the ear 
would thenceforth be case-hardened against gangrene and thorns, 
Will's conscience was quickly reconciled to the severe but useful 
operation. As to Wildfire's wound, it was wisely left to the sole 
care of his own tongue, which, by its cleansing and therapeutic 
power, soon effected a perfect cure. ' The dog wants no doctor,' 
said Will, 4 if he can only reach the wound with his own tongue ;' 
and then he proceeded to moralize, and to draw between the hound's 
tongue and that of the human being a comparison by no means 
flattering to the latter. 4 St. Paul was quite right when he called 
1 it an " unruly member :" even a dog's will heal a sore ; but the 
4 too frequent use of a man's tongue is to rip it up.' 

Before we follow Temple to the banks of the Gravone, and 
reveal the delirium of love, which led him in a state of moral blind- 
ness to the very brink of a precipice, let us accompany our two 
friends to the General's private residence, and bear testimony to the 
cordial welcome they received from their gallant and genial host. 
He regretted, he said, Temple's sudden departure for Ajaccio 
(Pendril had assigned no reason for it), but hoped soon to see him 
again at Corte. 

General de Leseleuc was not only a commander of high reputa- 
tion in the French army, but had gained, by his courteous bearing 
and straightforward policy in diplomatic service, the respect and 
esteem of many a foreign potentate. At that very time he was ex- 
pecting, and soon after received, the highest military honour which 
his king could confer on him, namely, that of a Marshal's baton. 
A perfect blaze of orders, among which those of his own country 
were not the least conspicuous, decorated the veteran's breast as he 
sat at the head of his table, and did its honours with the ease, suavity, 
and dignity of a thorough gentleman. 

The banquet, consisting of a great variety of dishes, the names of 
which are scarcely to be found by a reference even to Vefour's 
carte or that of the Trois Freres, boasted of one, however, a piece de 
resistance to which the General invited his guests' particular atten- 
tion. This was nothing more nor less than a glorious haunch of 
mouflon venison, roasted a merveille^ and served up with a delicate 
sweet sauce, indicating the highest flight of culinary art. 

' That mouflon,' said the General, 4 was killed by my piqueur, 
4 after a chase which lasted two days, in the forest of Asco. A wild 
4 thyme of peculiar sweetness grows on the porphyry cliffs of Monte 
4 Cinto, and imparts a fine flavour to the mouflon of that district. 

130 PAUL psndril. [June, 

4 In the absence of roast beef and Southdown mutton,' continued he, 
jokingly, ' you, M. Pendril, may find a fair substitute in our wild 
' mouflon ; so pray let me help you.' 

Pendril's appreciation of a substantial dish was equal to that of his 
countrymen in general ; and he frequently maintained that a hand- 
some, well-fed joint, smoking on the board, and suggesting a land of 
plenty, gratified the eye and the anticipation almost as much as the 
palate itself. Besides, he rather liked to know what food he was 
eating, a point of information not always attainable when an En- 
glishman dines on the wrong side of his herring-pool ; so he readily 
exchanged his empty plate for that proffered by the General. 

4 Worthy of the gods, General ! The Hampshire downs never 
c fed mutton equal to this ; in fact, it resembles in flavour the Castle- 

* hill venison, but is far superior even to it in the juicy and fine 

* quality of its fibre.' 

' We always dignify it,' replied the General, c with the title of 
1 venison, inasmuch as it is the meat of a wild animal, bearing a far 
4 stronger affinity in habits, if not in appearance, to the chamois and 
4 red-deer, than to any breed of sheep known.' 

c The argali of the Caucasus is own brother to the mouflon,' said 
Tennyson ; 4 but, strange to say, the Cossacks and Calmucks have 
4 the bad taste to despise the meat of that mountain sheep, and to 
4 value it for its skin and fleece alone : indeed, the carcase of their 
' domestic sheep is rarely eaten, and is usually considered by them as 
4 unfit for human food.' 

4 The same in Spain,' said General de Leseleuc. 4 Your grandee 
4 would as soon dine on a boiled donkey, or a raw sausage, as on 
4 one of his own choice merinos ; and even the poorest Spaniard 
4 prefers a dinner of herbs, stewed in oil, to the best mutton that his 
4 land produces.' 

4 The weight of this haunch must have been at least twenty-eight 
4 pounds before it was cooked,' remarked Pendril ; 4 a good size for 
4 that of a well-fed fallow-deer. Have you any notion of the animal's 
4 age, General ?' 

4 He must have been more than four years old, by his full mouth ; 
4 but to judge by the rings at the base of his magnificent horns, I 
4 believe him to have been at least six or seven.' 

Then the conversation fell on the best district for hunting; the 
mouflon. An officer present, Captain de Grenier, who as yet, 
according to the General, had earned far more glory on the moun- 
tain-top than in the military camp, pronounced strongly in favour of 
the forests south of Monte Rotondo, in the gorges of which might 
be found the oldest and the fattest mouflon of the island. 4 Besides,' 
added he, 4 by going into that district you penetrate the chain of 
4 mountains known by the names of Punta della Capella, Monte 
4 d'Oro, and dell Incudine, the most inaccessible and the least dis- 
4 turbed ground frequented by the mouflon.' 

4 A grand, wild country certainly, and abounding with game,' 
replied the General ; 4 but how can you carry on a campaign, which 

864.] FAUL PENDRIL. 131 

is no child's play, at such a distance from your base ? The 
peasant's lone cot, or the yet more miserable hut of the goatherd, 
are the sole tenements of man in that desolate region ; and they, 
you need scarcely be told, are utterly insufficient for even your 
necessary wants and accommodation. I quite understand your 
intention of roughing it ; but after labour — and such labour as 
yours will be — you must have rest and good food, or the mouflon 
will soon be the victors. Four bare walls, with a single aperture 
to let you and the light in, and the smoke out, will try your mettle, 
gentlemen ; and as for the fare, chiefly a coarse chestnut bread, and 
a sup of goat's milk, it would puzzle an Esquimaux and his dog to 
subsist on it after a hard day's chase.' 

1 We have enlisted Madame Fiore's good services in our behalf,' 

said Pendril ; ' she has undertaken to send daily provisions to any 

given spot within ten leagues of Corte. Then we carry a small 

tent with us, which, so far as it goes, will serve us for rest and 


4 But one tent is not sufficient,' observed the General ; £ you must 
take a second of larger dimensions ; you shall have one of mine 
which has a curtain-partition and two tressle-beds in it: this will at 
least afford you and M. Tennyson clean quarters, and, by bringing 
you together, will probably protect you against the intrusion of a 
couple of brigands who have long infested that district.' 

4 A thousand thanks, General ; it would be a home in the wilder- 
ness for us ; but how can so spacious a tent with its paraphernalia 
be conveyed to a region so rugged and devoid, as you say, of every- 
thing in the shape of a road, except a mere bridle-path ?' 

4 Easily enough, on the back of one of our ambulance horses. 
Leave that to me ; I'll undertake to send it to any point reached by 
Madame Fiore's provisions. Then, you shall have my piqueur, a 
mouflon-hunter from his birth. There is not a brooklet that tumbles 
into the Tavignano or the Restonica, which old Piero has not 
traversed to its source ; so you can depend on his knowledge of the 
country, and, what is of still greater use, his knowledge of the wild 
animals' habits, as well.' 

' He will be a great acquisition, General, I feel sure ; still I 
scarcely like to accept your kind offer, lest I should deprive you of 
his services.' 

4 Oh, never mind that ; if I take the field, which I hope to do 
some day in your company, I will adopt de Grenier in the double 
capacity of piqueur and aide-de-camp : what say you, my 
captain ?' 

1 That I should like to live and die in such service ; the camp in 
the forest has far more charms for me than the dull routine of 
garrison duty.' 

^ 4 Fulfil your duty, de Grenier, to the utmost of your ability, 
whatever that duty may be ; and then, depend upon it, your enjoy- 
ment of life, either in the forest or elsewhere, will be increased a 

132 PAUL PENDRIL. [June> 

As no one seemed disposed to question the soundness of the 
General's doctrine, nor to doubt for one moment that he had prac- 
tised it himself in all its comprehensiveness, de Grenier again drew 
Pendril's attention to the ravines lying south of Monte Rotondo, the 
numerous torrents of which feed the foaming Restonica, and pointed 
out the advantage of the narrow gorges over those of a wider 
character ; and from the minute manner in which he entered into 
details respecting the nature of the country and the mode of pursuit 
best calculated to insure success, it was evident he had devoted no 
little time and observation to the engrossing subject. 

Pendril and Tennyson, therefore, were by no means slack in 
booking the hints which this keen forester so readily bestowed on 
them ; and when he had unfolded a small pocket map of the district, 
and marked out certain central points around which they were 
recommended to revolve, he handed the map to Pendril, and begged 
his acceptance of it as a small token of regard from a brother hunter. 
A more useful gift could scarcely have- been made, for as it was a 
transcript from the government military map reduced by de Grenier's 
own hands, its accuracy was complete. The chase of the mouflon 
in these mountains, thought Pendril, must be no mean training for 
the sterner duties of a soldier's life ; and if his profession calls him 
to hunt the wild Kabyl in the gorges of the Atlas range, who so 
likely to distinguish himself in the fierce pursuit and deadly encounter, 
who to detect and circumvent the panther-like approach of the wily 
savage, as the man whose powers of mind and body have been 
already invigorated and sharpened by the severe but welcome lesson 
taught by the mountain chase ? 

The great Duke of Wellington was wont to say that the hunting- 
field was a fine school for a soldier; Sir Hussey Vivian was a 
notable example ; and the name of General Graham, who at forty 
years of age first adopted the military profession, and whose conduct 
in the Peninsula afterwards shed so glorious a lustre on the victories 
of the British armies, was another of the many instances to which he 
alluded in confirmation of that opinion. An ardent sportsman from 
his youth, General Graham had acquired his tactics on the mountain- 
side ; and so well had he studied the game of l mimic war,' on his 
own wild hills, before he engaged in that of giants in a foreign land, 
that Napier, speaking of the battle of Barrosa, pays the following 
tribute to his character as a general in these glowing words : c The 
4 contemptible feebleness of Lapena furnished a surprising contrast 
c to the heroic vigour of Graham, whose attack was an inspiration 
4 rather than a resolution, — so wise, so sudden was the decision, — so 
1 swift, so conclusive was the execution.' 

The merits of the forests situated on the west side of Corte were 
then freely discussed ; but the sources of the Golo in the region of 
Monte Tavolato seemed to be so little known by the majority of the 
officers present that the General strongly recommended our friends 
to adopt de Grenier's plan, and to bivouac in the valleys lying on the 
right bank of the Restonica. Accordingly it was finally arranged 

1864.] PAUL PENDRIL. 133 

that on the following morning the expedition should start, under 
Piero's escort, up the gorge of that river ; that ' the corporal ' bearing 
the smaller tent, and a mule the larger one provided by the General, 
should be accompanied by Madame Fiore's provisions and ascend to 
the very outskirts of the highest beechen forest. 

In deference, perhaps, to English habits, the pleasant little dinner- 
party did not break up with the usual post-prandial despatch, but sat 
on to a late hour, the General and Pendril chatting of old times at 
Goodwell and of days with Newton Fellowes, John Ward, and Far- 
quharson, when the countries of those heroes of the chase were 
enlivened by the spirits of such men as Billy Butler, Yeatman, 
Harry Biggs, and young John Russell, the last even then distin- 
guished for his superior knowledge in all matters relating to sylvan 

Tennyson, on the other hand, was looking to the future, being 
attentively employed in listening to the stirring tales of the forest 
which de Grenier recounted, and in gleaning from them such local 
information as might be useful to the hunting party. When the 
'good-night' at length came, de Grenier in an audible whisper, 
intended for the ears of the General, expressed his belief to the 
parting guests that in all probability he should drop in upon them 
before many days were past. 

The Genera!, however, thought otherwise, and put an extinguisher 
at once upon that hope : l To-morrow,' said he, ' Capt. de Grenier 
c goes on special service to the Gravone, by which duty he will gain 
4 more profit, though perhaps less glory, than in pursuit of the wild 
£ mouflon.' There was a dash of sarcasm unusual to the General in 
that last observation ; but it really referred to the service in which 
de Grenier was to be employed, and not to any doubt as to the readi- 
ness and ability of that officer to undertake and execute any order 
entrusted to him by his General. In reality, de Grenier was an 
especial favourite of his ; the old feeling of ' simile simili gaudet ' 
influenced his heart ; and no one knew better than he did, that, if 
de Grenier were required to head a charge or storm a breach in the 
very teeth of the enemy, it would be done with a chivalrous intre- 
pidity worthy of the days of ancient Sparta. Still his devotion to the 
chase exceeded all other considerations ; and, although the ordinary 
duties of his military profession were never left unfulfilled, yet was 
he prone to regard them as a kind of collar-work from which it was 
unmanly to flinch, or even as a penance imposed on him for the un- 
bounded licence he took in the enjoyment of the chase, to which he 
gave his whole soul. The General thought it prudent, now and 
then, to put on the drag, and to restrain the impetuosity of his aide- 
de-camp's temper by special service, the nature of which might or 
might not be in strict accordance with that code which regulated the 
duties of a French soldier. On this occasion it certainly was a wide 
departure from it. But besides the salutary check on de Grenier, 
who, like many a man, was a poor judge of his own pace, the 
General had other good reasons for appointing him to a command 

134 THE EARLY DAYS OF AN M. F. H. [June, 

which required hardihood, quickness of thought, and the activity of a 
mountain-cat. De Grenier was the very man for the post; but it 
can scarcely be said he was flattered by the confidence with which, 
in this case, the General seemed disposed to honour him ; no, he 
rather winced at the idea of being turned into a detective and sent to 
capture a mere smuggler and his cut-throat crew. If his prey was 
to be man he had no objection to a regular campaign ; but to track 
and waylay a buccaneer, a pirate at sea and a bandit ashore, such as 
Galofaro was known to be, he could not reconcile that service with 
his own notions of military duty. His proud spirit chafed at the 
appointment ; better a thousand times be summoned to a wolf-hunt 
by the Maire of one's commune, thought he, than be sent at the re- 
quest of a cursed Prefect on such a mission as this. And, after- 
wards, doubly bitter was the draught proffered to his lips as, on his 
pillow, his fancy pictured the pleasant expedition now about to start 
in pursuit of forest game ; he saw a noble-headed mouflon standing 
aloft on guard, and watching over the safety of a little herd that fed 
securely in the gorge below ; and he saw, in his rear, Pendril on his 
hands and knees, winding up to him like a Red Indian through the 
tufts of grass and blocks of granite that lay between him and his 
prey ; then, how far his imagination might have carried him it is 
hard to say ; but at that point the sharp rattle of a kettle-drum roused 
him from his light slumber to the real business of the day ; and in 
another hour he and a small troop of horsemen, lightly accoutred, 
swung into their saddles, and were off for the Gravone. 



There, is no time of life more enjoyable than that when a youth, 
emancipated from the drudgery of school, let it be called by the 
less euphonious name of 'the birch,' considers himself absolved from 
compulsory tuition — beyond the restraint of play bounds, and to be 
at once thrust forth ' lanccj as the French have it, in the bright 
paths of the world. With what a jolly satisfaction he throws away 
his round jacket for the turkey-tailed coat or shooting-jacket — to tie 
a loud choker, and henceforward to have a chance of the wing and 
a slice of the breast of the c gallinacei ' instead of that eternal toug-h 
drumstick ! It is a time of great peril; and the more of assurance, 
in a right sense, and of confidence that he may possess, the surer 
will he acquire the power of resisting improper influences, and of 
bearing himself right royally in the tumultuous existence in which 
he will be compelled to take his part. A spice of devilry is virtue 
in a particular phasis of action. We bear in mind that Democritus 
Junior, otherwise good old Robert Burton of Lindley, in Leicester- 
shire, and of Brasenose and Christ Church, has been ' tabooed ' 
from the pages of ' Baily ;' yet it must be allowed that an excellent 

1864.] THE EARLY DAYS OF AN M. F. H. I35 

and practical caution directed to the juvenile fox-hunter, on the 
insanum venandi studium^ may be found in Part I. sec. 2. of that 
quaint and profound work, from which both Bacon and Locke, and 
again Byron, have so largely borrowed. And the inferior doctors in 
ethics are indebted to him in the same ratio that are the superior 
and speculative philosophers to Baruch Spinoza. Even Butler did 
not disdain to make use of him in his Chapter on Virtue. The 
' Anatomy ' is a plum-pudding of knowledge, mixed up according to 
the receipt — and a savoury one — of a philosophic Mrs, Beeton — 

' Heraclite fleas, misero sic convenit sevo, 
Nil nisi turpe vides, nil nisi triste vides. 
Ride etiam, quantumque lubet, Democrite ride, 
Non nisi vana vides, non nisi stulta vides. 
Nunc opus est ' 

to relate how that our revered parent, called familiarly * the gover- 
' nor,' being a friend of Mr. Canning, was persuaded by him to send 
us to a private tutor for a twelvemonth before going to the Uni- 
versity, and forthwith we wended our way to the kindest and most 
learned preceptor that a young Etonian could have — the author of 
the work on ' Human Motives,' then residing a mile from Lincoln. 
The parsonage was within a walk of the Osbaldeston kennels, thirty 
miles from the Brocklesby, and twenty-five from the Belvoir kennels. 
Besides, that most excellent sportsman, known formerly in Leicester- 
shire as the ' Flying Parson,' was intimate with our tutor, and 
became our Mentor in les menus p/aisirs, therefore on both scores 
we were particularly well served. As the lady maternal of the 
« Flying Parson ' resided at Lincoln, and a relative of our own was 
located near Newark, abutting upon the Vale of Belvoir, whenever 
we had a few days of liberty we had always a safe fixture with the 
range of Lincolnshire and the cream of Leicestershire for a chevy. 

All that has been lately advanced in the House of Commons by 
the sciolists against classical education, and against boats and 
cricket as school recreations, is a weak invention, and only a 
rechauffe of what had already been said by Messrs. Bright and 
Cobden. The c didicisse fideliter artes ' is an accomplishment that 
those, who are shorn of that advantage in the House of Commons, 
feel full well the deficiency, and become persuaded, to their cost, 
that the satchel with Cocker on arithmetic, and the rudiments of 
ledger-keeping, cannot be equivalent in value for the substratum of 
education to the c Propria quae maribus,' and the < As in praesenti ' of 
the public schools. How is it, and why is it, that clergymen — 
almost all of them from public schools — invariably write correct 
grammar, are social authorities every wheie — accomplished gentle- 
men welcomed by all — excellent men of business, ride well to 
hounds, are captains of eleven in provincial cricket matches, and 
would speak better, if they were admitted into the House of 
Commons, than all the Manchester Radicals together ? It is 
nothing more nor less than a cantankerous envy that would brino- 
down the superior to the inferior. Look at the hungry non-classical 

136 THE EARLY DAYS OF AN M. F. H. [June, 

visages c auri appetentes ' — that never made a pilgrimage to the 
c fons Blandusiae,' and are not c splendidiores vitro ;' and contrast them 
with the smiling countenances of the bucolic senators, fresh from a 
run over Ashby pastures, and come up on purpose to vote in favour 
of Eton and Horace, and boating and cricket. And they laugh at 
the denunciations of fun, frolic, and the games of schoolboys by the 
1 duffers ' and the factory masters — • 

' Whose minds 
Shape strictest plans of discipline. Sage schemes ! 
Such as Lycurgus taught, when at the shrine 
Of the Orthyan goddess he bade flog 
The little Spartans — such as now chastise 
Our Cobdens and our Brights, their 'prentices/ — Canning. 

And hunting is regarded at Eton as the grand pastime of an 
English elysium. ' Pox-hounds ' had always been a prime game 
with the lower boys, and a run over the flat by Chalvey ditch was a 
favourite line of chase. One or two duckings had caused some of 
the boys to stay out from feverish colds, and on a Sunday when we 
were up in school before evening chapel to hear the programme of 
the ensuing week, we were duly cautioned never to transgress 
bounds for a fox-chase over Chalvey ditch under severe pains and 
penalties. The next whole holiday, after four, we were at it as a 
matter of course j Mother Coker's chicks backing their materialities 
against Cartland the birchmaker, and the chance of the switch in the 
library. We were well in chase, running hard from the lower end 
ofDorney Common on to Chalvey, when, lo ! there was Keate safe 
enough, cocked hat and all, on his grey mare, out for a ride, in ex- 
pectation, and fit for a start. He was at the gate beyond the 
shooting-fields bridge, lying in wait by the clump of trees near old 
Maguire's house, at the extremity of the gravel walk leading across 
the fields to Chalvey. To be whipped off' was inglorious ; we had 
a fine plough before us, with the length of a large field, and the 
hedge as a screen, in our favour, for we were coming across the middle 
ground of Chalvey flat, and the doctor had calculated upon cutting 
us off". Villiers being the leading hound, was the first to descry 
danger and to come to a check. We knew that the proper line of 
our fox was ahead, and to cast back would have been to class our- 
selves with drivelling harriers. There was a stake and bound for 
the first fence after the gravel walk, a bit of plough again, and then 
for the Chalvey Whissendine. If we got over that we were safe, 
as the chance of the doctor charging it was out of the question. 
With our second wind well recovered, and carrying a good head — 
forrard away — forrard — not mute, like fashionable fox-hounds, but 
giving tongue loyally and lavishly — forrard away ! The little doctor 
was 'cute enough in his generation, and, although not quite a Dick 
Christian, had plenty of pluck. He remained patiently until we 
were midway and without the possibility of a retreat, and then the 
grey mare was called upon to do her best. It had been well for him 
had he been a turn more horsey, for innocent of steeple-chase ex- 

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perience, he left the hard gravel, and put his old mare along, up to 
her houghs in the plough, with a loose rein. That might have been 
all very well for Sam Chifney, with his peculiar finger, in the rush 
on Zingaree, but this was another story ; yet the Carthaginian, fat 
as a pig, and roaring like a grampus, struggled on gamely. We 
were at the stake and bound, well collected, with a fast fling and 
over, no tailing, and properly whipped up. The sharp eye of the 
doctor detected a low gap in the fence and he made for it. ' Boys — 
4 stop boys — I'll flog you — I'll turn you down into the lower school 
£ — stop — I know you all — I'll expel every one of you.' { Nix my 
c Dolly, pals, fake away.' The grey mare plunged on, bellowing 
like a bull of Basan, with the doctor flog-a-ino- hard and making- his 

* DO D O 

race, seeing that his oracular charming fared the fate of that to the 
deaf adder of Israel. The mare got to the gap and blundered, 
throwing the doctor on her neck, smashing his frontispiece, and, 
as they say in Devonshire, ' he blid to the nos.' Steady ! now comes 
the still deeper plough, and we run the dry water furrow, luckily in 
our favour, up from the ditch, and then with a bright cheer and a 
run — a shooter — ha ! ha ! we are landed on the opposite bank, with 
a few splashes right and left, but out, omnes, and safe. On comes 
the enemy — the grey in grief across the deep furrow, and the doctor, 
red as a cardinal with passion, approaches the water. 'Whoay — 
4 whoay — whoay !' — all in vain. The snaffle bridle was useless, as it 
always is in difficulty, and the mare, ill-tempered by the liberal use of 
the whip, floundered heavily on. Not having strength or inclination 
to swerve, she made a half jump, went bang into the middle of the 
water, and breasted with a groan the opposite bank, upon which the 
doctor was deposited with a loud crack of his nether garments, and 
with his coeked hat sailing down the stream. Great was the fall. 

' Your hat has got a hole in 't, 
So have your breeches.' Canning. 

1 Sic transit gloria Doctoris,' whilst the peccant pack was well in 
the middle of the next turnip-field, with knives out and munching 
the said vegetable deliciously — very indigestible, granny ? Ask a 
fourteen-year old stomach whether it cannot beat Holloway, Cockle, 
and the whole lot. The grand crash of the scholastic finale, like 
that of Fidelio, was inspiriting, but the c Tourte ' bow of the orches- 
tral fiddle was, in its fashion, like unto a birch rod, with the high- 
arm action of Costa for the conductor flagellant ; — we caught it, and 
no mistake. 

Our first introduction to the 'real article' of fox-hounds was at 
Dinsey Nook — with the hounds of Osbaldeston — a few miles from 
Lincoln, under the guardianship of Colonel King, the owner of Bessy 
Bedlam, who became responsible for our preservation. The mur- 
derer on the gibbet at the cross roads in that day was creaking in 
his iron framework. A hedge sparrow had built its nest, during the 
past season, in the skeleton jaws, and the birds were chirping gaily 
round their grinning home. Wildboy, by the Monson Wonder, 

I38 THE EARLY DAYS OF AN M. F. 14. [June, 

looked up with Tom Sebright, the first whip, at this exhilarating 
spectacle of civilization, and the old hound pondered perhaps on the 
future. The prospect of a halter as the reward for long service 
smacked of ingratitude ; but man often does worse than that even 
to his best friend. The next time we saw Sebright was with the 
Fitzwilliam, in all the pride and glory of his successful career. 
Trickster, by the Belvoir Topper, was there, memorable for 
being the sire of Tarquin, the hound that caused Sebright to take 
his place amongst the Castalides line hunters, in a plaintive * ad 


' "Pis here my favourite Tarquin lies, 
Turn away, sportsmen, and wipe your eyes.* 

This is true pathos, and the climax of popular sympathy for the 
death of the Osbaldeston patriarch, so delicately expressed in this 
duolinear epic, is quite affecting. The Horatian laws c de arte,' are 
carried out to the very letter. * Difficile est proprie communia 
' dicere,' — but here we have an example of the chastest diction, and 
the rule, c publica materies privati juris erit,' is made absolute. 
Tennyson would never make 'bowld' in any hound simile, as a pen- 
dant to the c sea blue bird of March,' to trench upon this hallowed 
ground, — never ! 

The Monson hounds, strongly ticked, coarse, and clever in their 
work, served the purpose for the moment, and were the foundation 
of that splendid pack, for a part of which, in 1840, Osbaldeston 
refused a hundred and thirty-five guineas a hound. They did not 
satisfy his eye, and the Middleton, Vernon, Vigilant, and Vanquisher 
were a great acquisition in giving a fashion and a grace to the work- 
ing material. In his earliest day he took for his admonitory device, 
4 the race of Rutland, and the nose of Yarborough ;' and in his sub- 
sequent operations he kept to this proposed standard of merit with 
unflinching constancy. It was always a day of rejoicing when 
we were enabled to meet the Belvoir at Newton toll-bar, under the 
tutelage of the ' Flying Parson,' during the last winter of Shaw. 
There was the stamp and type of the thoroughbred in their every 
movement — Belvoir itself. Light in action, graceful, and with a 
symmetrical substance that might have made ' Charley Grey ' 
mingle their graceful outlines in his passionate dreams, with the rare 
beauties of Mary Brandling — the famed tans raced away with a 
unity of action that was a security for their belonging to one family 
■ — to their having been bred carefully to answer to one standard of 
excellence in form and deed. We were young in years, yet even 
then the reality of worth was self-evident to our unpractised capacity. 
Early impressions are lasting. Those of a pleasing nature, more 
welcome in after years than any others, cling to the retina of the 
imagination, and ' soft as the memory of buried love,' are never for- 
gotten, and hold their supremacy to the last. Molesworth says in 
one of his early essays in a review on ' The Philosophy of Sleep' by 
McNish, that if a child had been trained to believe the jumping 
backwards and forwards over a stable broomstick to be an accep- 

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table act of devotion to a higher power, never afterwards, despite of 
reason and Rugby, would he be able to regard the sacrificial besom 
without an inner twinge of respectful recollection. And so says our 
quarto edition of the infidel Lucretius that Keate gave us on leaving 
Eton. And our young sense of animal beauty was gratified by the 
sparkling elegance of the Belvoir. The impression was ineffaceable ; 
and never has that standard of perfection been obliterated ; on the 
contrary, it has ever governed our tastes and inclinations in the 
kennel department as an M. F. H. ; and we could detect the 
Belvoir tan and gait out of a hundred. What is a sense of beauty? 
It is the irresistible cognition of the fitness of a thing for a required 
purpose ; and the primary source of all beauty is form, the immediate 
perception of which is called by Kant the phenomenon of intuition. 
Distinct from the artistic wisdom of experience, it flashes in all the 
brightness of reality on the untutored faculty of perception, and 
gladdens the sensory in the earliest stage, as it does the understanding 
in the later period of life. We will not dive into Hogarth's 
c Analysis of Beauty,' or Alison on c The Nature and Principle of 
c Taste,' but ask the simple question, founded upon an argument of 
Burke on 'The Sublime and Beautiful,' — whether a child, on being 
shown a thoroughbred horse, in the silky bloom of condition, and a 
worn-out cart-horse, with coarse hair and gaunt ribs and hips, 
would hesitate in saying which gave most pleasure to his eye ? And 
why should this be, except by the sympathy of an intuitive percep- 
tion of natural beauty ? 

How little did we imagine, on seeing Rockwood, that he would 
have been the sire of Rosamond, who was the making of our 
little kennel in 1825, '26, '27, and '28. He was a fine hound ; and a 
better than his daughter Rosamond, drafted for size, being under 
twenty-one inches, never went into the hunting-field. We were not 
insensible to the merits and commanding presence of the Brocklesby 
Ranters, R-ingwoods, Redrose, Reveller, and the descendants of that 
renowned sort, which were cynosures to the eye of the c Flying 
Parson,' — nevertheless we remained firm in our allegiance to the 
Belvoir. The famous Ranter of the Yarborouprh kennel was bred 


in 1796, by Dover, out of Redrose — sister to the not less famous 
Ringwood ; and Dover, bred in 1786, was a descendant of the Fitz- 
william Ranger. The kennel was equally indebted to Milton for 
Truant, son of the Fitzwilliam Traitor, and bred in 1797. The 
Ranters at a later day were again crossed with the Saville Rallywood, 
and again the Fitzwilliam Druid appears to have been of service. 
The Osbaldeston Ranter went back to the Brocklesby Ranter, 
out of a Vernon bitch, by the Monson Wonder. The ' hunt ' 
and c stay ' of these hounds was ever remarkable, and it must 
be borne in mind that the Belvoir Rallywood, one of the finest 
stud-hounds of his time, was by Sir R. Sutton's Basilisk, out of the 
Yarborough Rosebud, by Rector, of the Ranter sort, from Mr. 
Foljambe's Piper. He came direct from Brocklesby. 

We believe that Mr. Osbaldeston, known for evermore, par ex- 

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cellence, as l the Squire,' commenced his career as a Master of Hounds 
in Lincolnshire. Mrs. Osbaldeston, his mother, had taken a house 
in Lincoln, and, profuse of hospitality and every species of enter- 
tainment, managed to vivify the old cathedral town, and make its 
grey-stone houses, and sombre green on the top of the steep hill, 
for once assume an appearance of life. The county families, with 
their seats scattered ' longo intervallo,' opened their houses in the 
neighbourhood of the meets, and gave a zest and encouragement to 
the sport which materially contributed to the general enjoyment. 
Whether the head of a house and his belongings are or are not fox- 
hunters is not absolutely material ; it is the public spirit with which 
the grand sport is upheld by one and all, even by those who are not 
participators in it, that gives an importance and adds an authority and 
value which go far to convert it into a national institution. Does 
not the fact of the Prince of Wales evincing a frank predilection 
for fox-hunting, and more — the power of crossing the country well — 
tend to, and has it not had the effect of popularising in a still greater 
degree the sport itself, and the Prince who rejoices in it ? And the 
same argument holds good through the entire chain of the social 
grades, from the first tothe last, from the Premier to Jerry Hawkins 
and Sam Laing, who join equally, and have a community of in- 
terest, then and there, in the national and exciting sport of fox- 
hunting. Together with racing it has found its way on the Con- 
tinent, and if foreign localities are not quite calculated for its indul- 
gence as in England, yet it has introduced a taste that will, in some 
shape, more or less favourable, bear its fruits. One of the few 
claims that c Robin des bois ' had upon the sympathies of his vi- 
vacious and unstable subjects was derived from his being fond of 
hunting and able to ride. The 2000/. that he spent in one season 
for drafts of the largest hounds that he could procure, were well laid 
out in other than a hunting sense. No surer mark, also, of an 
entente cordiale, no means more calculated to augment it could have 
been devised, than the visit of the Duke of Beaufort to France with 
his fox-hounds ; and the generous cordiality of his reception was a 
happy earnest of the future. The success of Count Lagrange on 
the English Turf, and his personal popularity, are all steps in the 
right direction : and we may mention, last, though not least, that the 
Emperor is a subscriber to the English Cricket Club at Paris, and 
has become an honorary member. 

The principal difficulty of continental hunting consists in the in- 
veterate dislike which the petty proprietaire and the peasant enter- 
tain against having their ground trampled upon by a field of horses. 
They neither understand nor have they any gratification in the sport, 
and conceive that Magrande chasse aux chiens courants,' ouo-ht to be 
confined to the forests, and the legitimate object of chase to be a 
stag. A fox, with them, belongs, properly, to the « chasse a fusil ;' 
and many a foreigner in a bygone time has come out to meet hounds 
in his own country with a gun slung at his back ! We remember, 
once, in Hungary going over a fine wild waste beyond Buda-Pesth, 

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near Tapio Sczele, and running into the suburbs of a village, where 
the peasants rushed out, and seeing some of the hounds jumping 
over the fence into the gardens — for the fox had got into an out- 
house — drew their knives, and with pitchforks, fought savagely 
pro aris et focis. Many of the hounds were wounded, and the horse 
of one of the men was stabbed ; yet the nobleman who had almost 
the power of life and death over his tenants was present, without 
saying a word ; il n'osoit pas se mcler. A singular and lively episode, 
a kind of farcical entertainment, happened with these hounds as they 
were being brought to Vienna. The person who had charge of them 
judged that, as the summer sun was burning over the dry, sandy 
plains, it would be more agreeable to travel early in the morning, 
and in the cool of the afternoon. One evening, rather late, with a 
fine moonlight, they got into a glade of the forest, near a small stream 
of water, where the hares and chevreuil were just coming leisurely 
out to have a bite and a refreshing lap. The scent amounted to a 
steam. Away went the pack, in and out of couples, in every direc- 
tion — impervious to a rate — now with a hare, now with a roebuck — 
with a rattling crash that rang through the woods, and brought back 
the time of the wild huntsman and his spectral hounds. Toot-toot- 
tooraloo-tooraloo went the horn ; but that was of little purpose — the 
hounds were happy and had it all to themselves, going away and 
away, and round and round, chiefly in view, from one animal to 
another, for many a long hour, till the condition of the German 
black broth gave way, and they were fairly pumped out. The 
peasants of the forest were not of any assistance in effecting their 
recapture, and only crossed themselves in the most abject manner, 
thoroughly appalled — ' Miserere nostri, Domine ! Ah! Jesu, Jesus 
Maria ! misericordia !' The hounds were got together by degrees 
before the next morning, and in future they were marched in couples, 
with a strong rope passing from the first couple on through the 
entire pack, like a chain-gang of galley slaves. The dryness of the 
atmosphere, generally, in central Europe is not favourable to a pad 
scent, and unless it be a wolf, or when underwood gives a side 
holding, the chase is reduced to short courses, affording little in the 
shape of legitimate sport. Those portions, however, bordering on 
the sea, and within the range of a salt wind, hold the best scent, and 
even in Italy, where the winter sun is all-absorbing, the maremma, 
both in the Roman and Tuscan territory, carries a sufficiency for 
hunting, as we may have to recount in a future page. 

A young Master of Hounds, with large means, is certain to keep 
the ball moving, in an agreeable manner to himself and others, and 
it is in the matter of social distractions that lies the danger of his 
efficiency in the field being impaired, especially if he undertake the 
task of being his own huntsman. This was not the case with c the 
Squire.' His constitution, which was one of iron, could stand any 
amount of fatigue, and he loved hunting for hunting's sake, and 
not for riding only, with the other accessories, which to many form 
the principal charms. A dash of warmth and eagerness increases 

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the chance of success ; for Locke himself tells us that nothing can 
be done without a tincture of enthusiasm, which in the end will 
overcome^ every obstacle, and carry us straight on the line to the 
finish. Early and late, in the kennel and out of it, this energetic 
sportsman worked at the minutiae of hunting, with a determination 
of mastering every detail ; and how he successfully accomplished his 
object will be recorded in a time, perhaps, when fox-hunting, 
through the curse of nominal utilitarians and cotton-spinners, may 
belong to the past. He was fortunate in the pack that he first pos- 
sessed, and in the servant that he had to assist him. The Monson 
hounds were of long standing in their country, large, powerful, with 
somewhat of lumber, of a fair pace, and undeniable in line hunting. 
They could do, what all hounds should be able to do— kill a fox 
without assistance — and their excellent working on a cold scent 
mainly conduced to give 'the Squire,' in his younger days, that 
knowledge of the ways of the wild animal he hunted — that patience, 
and perseverance, which, in after years, made him, as a gentleman 
huntsman, quite as capable in an indifferent as in a good country. 
He found his fox gaily and well, often chattering and chaffing in the 
most amusing manner at the same time, and his dog language was 
most cheery. This is not exactly a Latin and Greek accomplish- 
ment, and he was an Etonian ; but let a novus homo at that work 
—albeit skilled in the ' OeXco Xeyeiv ArpetSaq and other tongues — try 
his parts of speech in the hunting-field, and prattle a little with « the 
dogs,' and he will find himself in difficult and unbecoming latitudes. 
In a burst no man was more brilliant, with his eye on the leading 
hounds, watching, at the same time, the body of the pack— the fox- 
killers— making sure how far they had carried it, and at a check, 
encouraging them in their own efforts at recovery, with a < Yoi doit, 
good hounds,' before catching hold of them and making his own 
cast. He was a most consummate judge of pace, and well knew 
what kind of a fox he had to deal with — the amount of dusting 
which he had had — when he was sinking, and the signs of it. And 
if the scent was not happy, no man would be steadier or more 
patient, giving hounds ample room to feel their own way, and not 
interfering with them until the dash and science of the huntsman is 
called upon to hold them on forward, ahead, on the line which the 
depending ones have indicated. A great authority has said, in ' The 
c Life of a Fox-hound' — ' There are foxes, and circumstances, that 
* will beat the best huntsman that ever cheered a hound or blew a 
c horn ; but in nine cases out of ten the cause lies in not paying 
c attention to the line hunters.' 

We remember once, when these hounds had passed into the 
kennel of Mr. Harvey Combe, that ' the Squire ' came down to see 
his old favourites at Devach Park. The scent was flashy and light, 
but they ran hard for a short time, and then came to cold hunting. 
The huntsman, wishing to get near his fox, abandoned the line, and 
made a wild cast at a gallop, quite at variance with the opinion of 
Harmony and others who held back. As the whip was going to 

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turn them, Osbaldeston stopped him, and with the permission of 
Harvey Combe, cheered them gently on the line, which they were 
feeling — held them steadily on, getting on better terms, and the body 
of the pack returning after the useless cast, they sat to and had a 
good hunting run with a kill. This was in the season before the 
arrival of Will Todd. It was an irregularity permissible by peculiar 
circumstances ; but we shall never forget the force with which c the 
c Squire ' gave his lecture on line hunting. It was the reverse with 
Assheton Smith, for many a fox that he had lost was recovered by 
Carter. In riding to hounds they were equally great ; but as a 
huntsman, the superiority of Osbaldeston over ' le grand chasseur 
1 Smit,' was undoubted. Walking one day — years ago — into the 
counting-house of a well-known wine merchant at the West End, 
we were accosted with the usual salutation — 'What sport ?' and the 
conversation turned upon the hounds of Harvey Combe, and of 
Osbaldeston himself. Some allusion was made to the person known 
as * Craven ' Smith — and as a fox killer, in a rough way, perhaps no 
one was his superior — when we observed that Osbaldeston, starting 
with a pack of screws, would in six years produce a kennel of bril- 
liant hounds ; whereas the other, commencing with a superior lot, at 
the end of the same period of time would reduce them to a scratch 
pack. < Right, sir, right,' exclaimed a stout person in the corner, 
discussing a glass of sherry and biscuit, and this was our introduction 
to the well-known c Sam Nichol.' 

Although, as a rule, the scent lies well in Lincolnshire, there are 
broad roads on the headlands, dry and sandy, which the foxes — wise 
in the confidence of cunning — make use of for long distances, and 
therefore it is indispensable to have hounds handy at this work ; and 
there were never any better than the Brocklesby. The Osbaldeston 
Rocket, by Vernon Rallywood, out of the Vernon Baroness, was 
notoriously great upon a road, and was a successful sire, and equally 
so was Ranter. Although the Squire has performed gallant feats 
of sporting prowess of every description, yet the main celebrity of 
this renowned sportsman will always rest upon his having bred and 
perfected one of the most brilliant packs of hounds that have ever 
appeared at the covert side. No matter to what county they were 
taken ; — in Lincolnshire, Nottinghamshire, Hampshire, Leicester- 
shire, Northamptonshire, and Hertfordshire, they equally preserved 
their acknowledged character of superiority. Confident in his own 
judgment, even as a young man, the Squire selected his own blood, 
and carefully crossing the stout and line hunting Monsons with the 
airy and graceful Middletons and Vernons — and these, again, with the 
Brocklesby and Belvoir, he succeeded in bringing before the rostrum 
of Tattersall's, where they were ultimately disposed of, a pack of 
hounds that reached a price beyond all precedent ; and yet which 
was not more than equivalent to their high blood and sterling merit. 

The stud-hounds of notoriety that belonged to the kennel, were — ■ 
Wildboy (Monson), Vaulter, Vigilant, Vanquisher, and Rocket of 
the Vernon sort ; Ranter, uniting the Brocklesby to the Vernon 

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and Monson strain ; Furrier, by Saladin, from Belvoir, and FalstafF, 
Foiler, Flourisher, Flasher, Ferryman, Flagrant, Castor, Random, 
and Merryman, all by Furrier. This famous stud-hound came 
either in an unentered draft from Belvoir, or at any rate in his 
first season, and was drafted on account of a crooked leg from an 
accident when at walk. He was a fine upstanding hound, black and 
white, of twenty-four inches — impatient — but with lasting qualities 
and pace that were very remarkable ; and he seemed to take 
to line hunting better in the end than in the beginning of a long 
run. According to our judgment we have ridden by the side of 
some of his descendants, Castor, Foiler, Random, and Merryman, 
that we preferred to him ; yet it is fair to add that we never saw him 
in his best day. For many a long hour have we chatted with 
Gardiner in Todd's snug little parlour at Rickmansworth, on the 
various episodes of the Osbaldeston kennel ; but the brave old feeder 
always discoursed with most relish of the time when he was in 
Lincolnshire. His devotional attachment to his old master knew no 
bounds, and he would have backed him for the very shirt on his 
back, and his last pair of shoes, to do anything against anybody, 
1 no matter what.' It is pleasing to record that all the servants of 
the Squire that we have ever met — Shirley, Dick Burton, Sebright, 
Dick Sadler, and Jack Stevens, amongst others — invariably spoke of 
him with the most respectful regard, and with an acknowledgment 
of his ability as a huntsman that professional servants are not often 
apt to admit. The last time that we saw the Squire was at Tatter- 
sail's, when the unrivalled pack was being dispersed ; and although 
time and severe accidents had left traces on his strong frame, yet the 
same spirit and hardihood were not less evident than on the day when 
we first met him in his youth at Dinsey Nook. 

Again we were on the wing. This time Lincolnshire and the 
private tutor were abandoned for the Continent, and the advice of 
another great authoritv caused us to be entrusted to the care of 
M. EtienneDumont of Geneva, the friend of Gabriel Honore Mirabeau 
and of Bentham. The sudden change from Surley Hall and New- 
ton toll-bar to the lake Leman was startling and rapid, but by no 
means disagreeable. We started, not unaccompanied, for we had 
a sharp little fox-terrier, Trim, just entered, which we had procured 
from Osbaldeston's kennel ; and he was our trusty companion in 
many a wild adventure. 



Fast and furious is the pace and taste of the present on all events, and the 
lighter literature of the day would seem compelled to succumb, by a unity of 
action, to the sensational exactitude of the more solidly concrete or volatile 
intellects for whose especial entertainment and instruction the gossamer pages 
are worked up and set in order. And the words entertainment and instruc- 
tion, in good sooth, belong to the pages of ' A Box for the Season,' on the 


which we purpose to hazard a few galloping remarks in mimic consonance with 
the prescribed unities. 

Criticism, to be just and honest, must be composed of agro-dolce ingredients ; 
and as the palate of the scientific gastronome is delicately acidulated, to be 
made more sensible of the relish of the after lusciousness of an abounding 
flavour, so is it meet to examine, first, the less perfect portion of a passing 
volume, before rushing into the vortex of those sensational scenes with which 
a Bluebeard public insists upon being supplied for the satisfaction of its insatiate 

The sporting story of ' A Box for the Season ' first appeared in the pages 
of the old « Sporting Magazine ' — a fact that is not stated, but which should 
have been stated by the publishers in the title-page. This is a serious and 
reprehensible error, for which the author is not in any way responsible. The 
act is voluntary and intentional ; for the work, in its present shape, comes before 
the public with the jaunty grace of a fresh and original novel, instead of 
stating the plain truth, that it is the reprint of a serial which had already 
appeared in the ancient periodical, made famous in a former time by the letters 
of ' Nimrod ' and the ' Old Forester.' Looking at the names of the eminent 
publishers, it must cause both surprise and regret that such a sorry deception — 
for it is nothing less — should have been practised upon a public that has always 
reposed in their long course of catering for literary entertainment such a 
thorough confidence. The ' Box for the Season ' possesses, in a certain 
degree, the imperfections of a serial when collected and published as a whole 
and entire work. The shaping of each chapter — and there are thirty-seven — 
exacts a different mode of treatment from that where a continuity of relation 
is not fettered by the repeated « tops and bottoms ' inseparable from the 
construction of a serial for monthly perusal. This defect can be traced in the 
most popular works of those authors who have resorted to the modern fashion 
of the French feuilleton. In ' Digby Grand ' the process of the spinning 
machinery may be easily traced ; and the more careful writing of ' Vanity 
Fair ' is not entirely free from this inconvenience, which we can only 
compare, in its saltatorial abruptness, to the unpleasant jerkings of the physique 
on an American corduroy railroad. 

Keep moving is the order of the day in this < Sporting Sketch.' The 
nomenclature is happily adapted to scenes rapidly dashed off, and the varying 
incidents of flood, field, stable, and boudoir course each other at a pace that 
cannot admit of a minute detail, leaving the imaginative reader to fill up the 
vacancy ad libitum. It is an honest and pleasant race throughout, without 
roping, or tampering with the scales. The hunting particulars, as is the 
wont in these fashionable — let us say metropolitan itineraries — are brief, and 
avoid hound-detail. It is evident that the thirty-five minutes-up-wind authors, 
excepting always ' Scrutator' and Mr. Mills, are not thoroughly at home in the 
kennel or in matters touching the hound qua hound. First and foremost of 
these defaulters was the mighty Nimrod himself, with whom we have conversed 
on the subject of hounds frequently, and are therefore competent to form an 
opinion on this point. These clever and amusing writers may be able to ride, 
without gainsay, and probably have caused the loss of many a fox, and maimed 
hounds possessing instinct and cleverness that might have put to shame their 
godlike intellect. We have handled the splendid creatures too long and fondly 
not to speak of them con amore. ' Scrimmager ' and ' Bloody-nose ' are jocose 
names ; and although Mr. Mills has called his kennel hero by the ancient and 
not euphonious appellation of « Trimbush,' yet he had the authority of the 
famous old Trimbush of the York and Ainsty, by the Badsworth Tickler, out 

I46 * A BOX FOR THE SEASON.' [Ju^e, 

of the Yarborough Virgin, tracing down from Osbaldeston's Vanquisher, by 
the Vernon Vigilant. He was bred at Brocklesby, and was one of the most 
celebrated and best stud-hounds of his day. 

' Yoick over, Scrimmager!' — 'Get to him, Bloody-nose! and then were 

* heard the " clash-clash " of the whips, and the " toot-toot " of the huntsman.' 
The best fox always goes away at the slightest warning, and is sure to be the old 
Hector. Whenever you have a customer on hand that has known persecution 
and objects to martyrdom, he never waits to be found. You cannot be too 
quiet : the old gentleman is wide awake ; and at the first crash of the dry 
thorns on coming over a fence into covert, and before the first whip can get to 
the far side up wind, he is away for his point under the tallest hedge-row, 
often running the dry ditch out of sight before turning down wind, and leaving 
his helpmate to her fate. Horn and whip should be charily used until he be 
up, and then both have their proper signification for the hounds. What would 
Lord Portsmouth say if Dan Berkshire, on throwing into Rackenford Gorse, 
commenced a staccato voluntary on his horn, with an obligato accompaniment 
of crescendo cracking by Charley Littleworth and George Whitemore, without 
rhyme or reason ? ' Presently one hound opened — then another ; then a fine 
' old melodious note, which set all doubt at defiance, and in a minute or two 

* there was a regular huntsman's chorus from the whole pack.' (P. 22, vol. ii.) 
This is, indeed, joyful intelligence, for the Belvoir, Quorn, Fitzwilliam, 
Pytchley, Wynnstay, and others have been running mute, in and out of covert, 
for many a long day. Breed instantly from this fine old melodious piper that 
played before Moses — put every bitch-hound that you can to him. Our 
tastes, a Meltonian might say our prejudices, are entirely with our author, in 
agreeing that the ' huntsman's chorus ' should be an imperative adjunct of the 
chase, both for pleasure and utility. Pace, to a certain extent only, renders a 
hound chary of tongue ; but the moment a cunning one finds an advantage of 
it to himself, and gets the start of his fellows, the error becomes permanent 
through jealousy. The defect is hereditary, notwithstanding that all hounds, 
as a rule, are disposed to be free of tongue on their entry. But this particular 
subject, on which we mav descant more fully on a future occasion, would lead 
us too far away from our ' Box ' in the country. 

We are pleased to be once more amongst gentlemen. Tom Crackenthorpe 
belongs to good society, and, whatever the amount of his fast failings, may 
well pass muster and take his place amidst the haute volee of sportsmen, or, 
more properly speaking, hard -riding men. Soapy Sponge was a low vagabond 
and sharper, commonly called a thief — one who at his very best had no pre- 
tensions to get beyond the butler's pantry, and then only provided that the 
plate-chest were locked — while in the meantime, and notwithstanding his 
remonstrance, we should have ushered Lucy Glitters into our sanctum with the 
same smiling alacrity which she would have evinced, and have provided her with 
five o'clock tea and 2. petit verre of rare curacoa. Then, again, John Standish 
Sawyer — an unadorned snob — feeding upon beef-steak pudding and cheese and 
beer, with a plentiful supply of hot stopping, is permitted with impunity, if not 
laudation, to swindle the Honourable Crasher in the Marathon affair after the 
fashion of a North American Secretary of State — an act of rascality that would 
have insured his being kicked out of every club, not excepting the Refuge for 
the Destitute. And yet these ragamuffins are trotted out for popular sym- 
pathy, and exhibited as types of an ordinary class of modern fox-hunters. 
We should hope extraordinary would be a more correctly characteristic 
adjective. The authors of these sporting narratives are warranted and well- 
bred gentlemen in every sense of the word ; and it is not easy to divine the 

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reason for the selection of their sporting heroes from out the purlieus of low 
life and infamy in thought, word, and deed, — and still worse that the villanies 
of the said unworthies, instead of being punished, should end in undeserved suc- 
cess and approval. 

This objection — and it is one, be it observed, that has been of frequent 
notice amongst legitimate sportsmen, and already pointed out in ' Baily' — does 
not derogate from the racy interest of these sporting nouvelettes — of which 
' Soapy Sponge' and ' Handley Cross' were the originals. ' Soapy Sponge' is 
to * Market Harborough ' what ' Le Juif Errant' was to « Monte Christo ;' and 
the public must be grateful that the brown-booted lover of Lucy Glitters 
should have paternised the conception of Buffer Standish and Cissy Dove of 
the long eyelashes. The instalment that has been given of < Facey Romford 
and his Hounds ' affords evidence that fresh laurels were in store for the 
clever and lamented author ; and it is sad to know that the inevitable decree 
should have changed, at such an early time, the bright wreath of bays into a 
mournful chaplet of ' immortelles.' 

The writer of the present work takes a far more correct line. His precepts 
and admonitions, racily given, possess a high and manly tone, whilst he weaves 
them artistically with credit to himself and amusement to his readers. The 
errors of the jeunesse doree are firmly but not ill-naturedly depicted, and the 
pitfalls that surround the fox-hunting tyro with more money than brains, 
' Voluptatis appetens, stultitiae profusus' should be carefully noted by that young 
minion of fortune and unwary creature of impulse. The money-lender from 
Palestine, escaped from being cast into the river by the order of Pharaoh, and 
turned loose upon Christendom, in judgment, and to let out shooting manors at 
an extravagant premium, in which there is neither feather nor flax — the bland 
scrivener of Pumpington, with hungry daughters seeking for coverture — and 
a pretty horsebreaker who has obtained such coverture illegitimately, take their 
proper share in the drama, and point a moral whilst adorning the tale. It has 
been asked by a prurient critic, < Is this a book for a drawing-room table, and 
' for the perusal of our wives and daughters ?' There is nothing in any part 
of the story of an objectionable character, beyond the common occurrences of 
every-day life, which are fairly within the scope of an ordinary relation. 
When contrasted with the sensational novels — lavish of murder, bigamy, 
trigamy, seduction, and 'barren honour,' which would mean that virtue 
does not pay, that, although a winner, the stakes are not paid over, and that 
the race of life is not on the square — these sketches may come out of the ordeal 
with far greater credit than many of their neighbours. There cannot be a more 
serious injury to the good cause than an over-sensitiveness which borders on the 
ridiculous, and the Cockswain and Night-cap of America ought to be a beacon 
and a guard against similar absurdities. 

It is in the common nature of things that the galled jades, who have been 
the lay figures for the work of revelation, should wince upon being punished, 
and call out loudly and piteously to those of their gang, cunning of fence, for 
justification and protection. 

' And lest some prudish readers should grow skittish, 
I've bribed ray grandmother's Review, the " British,"' 

is an old dodge of antediluvian histoiy, and we marvel not at any attempt of 
Barabbas to obfuscate the uninitiated and to whitewash the foul amongst those 
of his generation — ' and Barabbas was a robber.' Wives and mothers may 
indeed listen to the following with profit : — ' She was not an " Anonyma," 
' nor a pretty horsebreaker, nor any one of those very curious things which 

148 ' a box for the season.' [June, 

' seem to be talked about in a language which has no advantage beyond con- 
' cealing vice, and which affords an opportunity for women to talk on subjects 
' which ought to be a closed book to the mothers and daughters of England. 
' " Slang " is bad enough ; " pace " is almost disreputable in a woman ; but it 

* is a thousand times better that they should call certain things and persons by 

* their right names than that they should gloss over startling vices by employing 

* wrong terms.' — A proper rebuke and perfectly to the point. An indelicacy of 
subject, however silvered over, is more than presumption ; it is direct evidence 
of a tainted mind that only wants opportunity and security to indulge its 

It is well known that some twenty years ago an intent was dictatorially 
expressed to Germanize England. High art was told to behold the glories 
of the brush and palette in Winterhalter, and to disregard Cattermole ; and it 
was asserted that sticking grunters within a paled park was a more noble and 
exhilarating pastime than fox-hunting. Fashion, supported by the atnrs 
damnees of the higher circles, aided and essayed to convert the youth of Eng- 
land into a smoking, beer-swilling, and slovenly cohort, with unshaven beards 
and tainted breath. They abjured the drawing-room after dinner, adjourned 
to the tobacco den, and there, with long cherry-tubed pipes, drinking malt, 
gin, and brandy, and surrounded with a cloacina of spittoons, they sat them- 
selves down to ape with all their might and main the low, vulgar, and foul 
German. He stinks, you stink, they stink, is the correct mode of conjugating 
a German — man, woman, and child ; and we have had a certain experience 
all round the Teuton wrekin. We do not cheer that same wrekin, or its 
memories — not at all. Our dander rises rather at his sight. 

' And chill'd remembrance shudders o'er the rest.' 

But our glorious and beautiful women, pure and undefiled in person and 
mind, made war against the pseudo-German, and denied him access, pipe in 
hand, to their more proper manors, driving him to the baths of Ostend — 
where the savoury fraus come once a year to wash off a ten months' accumu- 
lation of impurities — there to dance quadrilles in the sea, ' in mixes ' — we like 
an honest fox-hunting term — with those swinking delicacies of the Vaterland. 

' Simplici myrto nihil allabores 
Sedulus euro ' 

— and the leaf of the Horatian myrtle is less ample than that of the ' ficus 
carica' of Genesis and Linnaeus — by a long chalk. 

Listen to our author. ' Did you ever see a German student ? Of course 
' they are of all sorts ; yet they are all the same. Pipes, beer, flaxen hair, 
■* scarlet, blue, or yellow caps convey no idea of the individual. En masse they 
' do look something like that. But we smoke at our Universities ' (proh 
pudor /) ' and drink beer, and wear hair in all sorts of places, and caps of all 

* shapes and colours, and have adopted the most unmanly and unbecoming habits 

* of mind and body at those celebrated seats of classic learning. Our young 

* men are nearly a disgrace to the British Isles. Thank goodness ! we have 
' not quite arrived at " that lowest German pitch " yet in Oxford and Cam- 
' bridge — a pitch that defiles whoever handles it.' (P. 214, vol. i.) 

But, alas ! the pitch of filth which has been repudiated in the flesh by the 
University men of England has, in a doctrinal and materialistic sense, been 
fostered and encouraged by their very pastors and masters — by those who have 
been apostolically commissioned to instruct their higher natures, in order to 
corrupt and damnify their spiritual intelligences. They have had presented to 
them by these traitors a consomme of the < Philosophical Dictionary' of Voltaire, 

1864.J i A B0X FOR THE SEASON.' 149 

without its wit, and of the « Vestiges of Creation' without their research ; and 
the new version of the ' Te Deum laudamus, et verbum tuum in seculum, et 

* in seculum seculorum,' has been thus rendered — 

' And when those fables strange, our hirelings teach, 
I saw by genuine learning east aside, — 
Even like Linnjeus kneeling on the sod, 
For faith from falsehood severed thank I God.'* 

Julian the Apostate was a gentleman, and a sportsman, who hunted boar 

* in the happy plains of Ionia,' and kept a kennel of hounds on the island of the 
Seine at Paris ; but this fellow is a recalcitrant Judas for the thirty pieces 
of silver which he pockets as the fruits of the most blinding infamy. He 
would have been expelled from Eton for the sentiment, after having been 
flogged in the library for the worthless versification. Shelley was driven from 
Oxford for much less. 

To return to our author. The fox-hunters of England are largely indebted 
to him, and likewise to the ' Gentleman in Black,' for boldly attacking the 
attempt to denationalize and Germanize the youth of England. ' Mens sana 
1 in corpore sano,' in reference to this truly serious question, is a choice and 
apt text that will serve for more than one lecture from the same judicious and 
stern teacher. Let that manly boat-race which we have lately witnessed, under 
the auspices of the heir to the throne of England, be taken as a sample of the 
tastes and capabilities of English youth in their hour of glad recreation. That 
was an exhibition of aristocratic prowess, in its peculiar and Anglican form, that 
does not come within the range of the Durchlauchts and Erlauchts of a crass 
Teutonism either to understand or to imitate. Prince, peer, commoner, and 
artisan went forth to see a trial of hardy dexterity in which all were in- 
terested, in which all delighted, and by which a unity of feeling was made 
perfect betwixt all ranks that had a value beyond a mere participation in the 
mere amusement of the hour. Let, then, the young athlete of honour abjure a 
mimicry of foreign bestialities ; let the Germans revel in dirt temporal and 
rejoice in atheism spiritual — but let not Englishmen, first flight men in every 
sense, brave, patriotic, and devout, consent to betray the Word of Life, and 
abjure their own nationality, to become the followers of Teutonic dirt and 

Tom Crackenthorpe receives a fitting reward for the abandonment of the 
short cuts to a grass Paradise ; but the angel of light whom the Sisters of Pro- 
vidence have provided for his delectation is as shadowy and impalpable as the 
vision of Astarte : — 

'Appear! — appear! — appear! 1 
Who sent thee there, requires thee here.' 

A most sensible command preliminary to the first act of a ' Baily ' pastime, 
but as Emily Gladwish declines to appear in the carnality, we must accept the 
' pretty horsebreaker ' in her stead. ' She was of fair complexion — good red 

* and white, with fine hazel eyes and straight features. Her mouth was full 
' and bold, but clearly enough defined ; her hair was light-brown, and well 
{ dressed — not a lock out of place. She wore a hat of the most practical, 
« unromantic shape, and her habit of dark-blue was short, plain, and admirably 
' fitted a rather full form. The lady sat well back on her horse, and held 
' her head up as if she were not ashamed of it.' And who would be ? 

Her husband — an intense scoundrel — does not prove his case against her 
very substantially, although premeditated bigamy, with a view to extort a round 

* ' The Anglican Clergy and the Bible.' —Bunsen. 

150 £ A BOX FOR THE SEASON.' [J ur ie, 

sum, does sound rather queer. He convicts himself without reluctance ; and it 

may be fairly said — 

' Arcades ambo 
Et cautare pares, et respondere parati.' 

He, the swindler, bribed and paid for his repentance, and pensioned for his 
dishonour, is made comfortable and rewarded, whilst the other and the better 
portion is lost sight of; and the land of milk and honey knoweth her no more. 
This is all wrong. We must find out her Pariah cell, even if we fee the 
husband largely for the act of decent benignity, and we will convey her to the 
Magdalen of whitebait and Lenten fasting, heavy with the weight of Shaftes- 
bury tracts and the Liturgical emendations of the pious Ebury. We will 
order the dark-green brougham from Tilbury, and proceed incognito to the 
cell of that most perfect of penitentials Nell Gwynne, and peruse those Ebury 
tracts, and digest them, together with water ' souchets,' ' cotelettes de saumon,' 
' fiches a la Maintenon,' ' petits puits d'amour de homard,' diluted with 
' ponch a la Romaine,' and a bottle of < la Veuve Clicquot bien frappee.' 

* Don't say nay, charming Judy Callaghan, 
Don't say nay.' 

Leaving the penitent and the confessional, we come back to the moving 
accidents of flood and field. Steeple-chasing is on the increase, and the desired 
object in supporting this amusement is to give a premium to those who breed 
horses that may be fit to cany weight over a country, and also to provide a 
ready market for their disposal. For farmers, especially, who train and ride 
their own horses, these meetings are intended to be an opportunity of remune- 
ration to them as sellers, and a convenience to those who may be buyers. 
Whether these objects are likely to be attained, unle.s stringent rules are made 
to prevent practices that may directly defeat them, shall be shown by the 
following quotation : — 

Run a horse ! and what sort of a horse am I to run 1 I've nothing fit, 
but a thorough-bred one ; and he's a hack ! 

' Can he gallop, sir ? 

• yes ! 

' I presume he is not in the " Stud Book V 

' No ; but he can't jump, I should think. He's quite unfit for a hunter. 
1 He can't carry anything ; or I suppose we could teach him to jump. 

' They'll jump, sir; between ourselves, there's nothing big enough here to 
' upset a donkey ; we've made it fit for the gallopers. So if you've anything 
' that can stay four miles, and carry a fair weight 

' And what should you call a fair weight ? 

c Well, now, h — u — u- — um, that depends so much upon circumstances. 
' The top weight of course is nominal ; the real beginning is at about eleven 
' stone ; and if you go for the stakes, you understand, why, of course, the 
' weight ought to be there or thereabouts ; if not, why, of course, it makes 
' all the difference. 

' I don't quite see that,' said Tom, somewhat puzzled. ' What difference 
' can it make whether I go for the stakes or not ?' 

' You see, sir, the stakes are worth six or seven hundred pound, and if your 
' horse is good enough to run for that sum — well, we can't throw him in ; if 
' you don't want the stakes, why, then, you see, sir, we could afford to give 
' him a chance 1 

1 What do you say to 8st. 71b. ] I suppose a pretty good one' couldn't 
* lose 'i 

' Not very easily, unless there happens to be one equally good, put in at 
' 7st. 81b.' Tom began rather to see his way through the mist. 

But what becomes of the stakes? Doesn't the winner take them ? 

1864.J ROWING. 151 

1 ISTot if he wins under such, circumstances as that. Never thinks of asking 
' for 'em ; indeed, he'd be quite ashamed to ask such a thing. And if he don't 
' win, the next time he's handicapped his horse goes in for nothing. So, you 
' see, any how, it's a good thing. 

' It's not a bad idea ; but I never heard it before.' — (Vol. ii. p. 118.) 

Once, and once only, we had a hunter in a steeple-chase, and a robbery was 
perpetrated against us, of a nature still more dishonest than that in the fore- 
going quotation. Had it not been for a disinclination to be mixed up in a 
steeple-chase wrangle with persons of disrepute," certain parties in that day, 
would have had to pay a sharp penalty. 

' All's well that ends well.' Virtue meets its reward, despite of the caution 
of ' Barren Honour.' Vice and Mrs. Bransby retire from the scene, and 
even Bob Munster, after having been well dosed, derives profit from having 
tasted the bitters of money lenders, Jews, and blacklegs. 

We lay down the ' Box for the Season,' with many thanks to the author 
for the amusement derived from its perusal, and confident that its disclosures, 
like ' Stable Secrets ' by Mr. Mills, will have a healthy tendency in guarding 
the inexperienced and unwary from becoming an easy prey to those who live, 
move, and have their be ing through the polluted sources of knavery and crim. 


The London watermen, who have during the last few years been a 
most disunited body, have at last made a move in the right direction ; 
and with the view, let us hope, of preventing further inroads into 
their glory and profit on the part of the Newcastle men, formed 
themselves into a club. The Pride of the Thames Rowing Club 
consists entirely ~of professionals, and Kelley is the captain. Under 
such auspices it ought to prosper, and we feel sure it has the good 
wishes of the rowing world ; for strictly just as we may be, and 
virtuously anxious for the best crew to win, it becomes somewhat 
aggravating to our vanity as Southrons that the best crew should 
afways come from such a very long distance, and carry off the best 
prizes of the Thames National whenever they put in an appearance. 
The wordy war between Chambers and Kelley has been going on 
by fits and starts for some time, but with no result ; and we are 
beginning to get tired of the subject in the newspapers. It seems 
to'us that, if either were very anxious to row, they would make a 
slight concession, and force the other to make a match ; but no such 
favourable symptoms appear, and the affair will probably end in talk. 
Cole and Hoare, two promising youngsters, have entered into nego- 
tiations with a much more satisfactory result, and are matched to 
row on the 21st. The match was talked of last year, but Cole's 
friends did not then think him good enough : he has, however, now 
greatly improved, and, if well on the day, will have a fair chance. 
Whoever wins, the race ought to be a splendid one. The only 
event of interest among professionals hitherto has been between 
Kilsby and Biffen. They met last year, when Biffen won, and 
having done some wonderful trials, he was made a hot favourite at 

152 rowing. [June, 

2 and 3 to 1. The talent were, however, quite in the wrong; for 
Kilsby never gave him a chance, and won any distance. If they 
row for c the rubber,' we should advise Biffen's friends not to work 
him so hard just before the race, as he came to the post quite stale, 
and seemed to have lost all the energy and dash he showed in his 
practice. Kilsby, on the other hand, had been prudently eased for 
the last day or two, and was as lively as a kitten. He trained at 
the c Feathers,' under Horace Cole, and, with Harry Salter to look 
after him, was of course in splendid trim. 

The amateur rowing clubs have been very industrious during the 
last few weeks. The London have had an eight-oared race, junior 
fours, senior sculls, for Mr. Clifford's cup, and the c trial eights,' 
which were started two years ago, with the idea of testing the capa- 
bilities of aspirants for Henley honours. The race was this year 
scarcely up to L. R. C. form, as, though the crews may have con- 
tained a deal of good rowing material, it is at present in such a raw 
state as to be likely to be more available for next year than this 
year's Henley. The West London have had a couple of races, 
eights and fours. The latter showed some good rowing on the part 
of the winning crew, though the others did not appear to great 
advantage. The Leander, Ariel, Corsair, Twickenham, and the 
other clubs have also been hard at work, and will no doubt put in an 
appearance at the forthcoming regattas. We are glad to see several 
junior clubs arranging matches with each other, as men display more 
enthusiasm, and devote themselves more thoroughly to these con- 
tests than to mere club races. Last year the Ariel and Corsair and 
Corsair and Excelsior Clubs rowed some capital matches. This year 
these are to be repeated, also a match between the Excelsior and 
the Thames, a very rising club. There was a capital race on the 
23rd between the University College and Guy's Hospital Clubs. 
The former, going from the worst station, had a hard race for some 
distance, but at the point got a length in hand, and afterwards 
increased it to two, the rowing of the losers being all through very 
lively and determined. We hope to see many more of these races 
during the season. 

The College eight-oared races at the Universities have begun and 
ended during the past month. The racing at Oxford commenced 
on the 4th, and after some hard rowing, Trinity maintained its 
position as head of the river. The Cambridge races began a week 
later, Third Trinity starting at the top of the tree with a host of 
confident partisans : they, however, had to succumb to Trinity Hall, 
who held the place of honour with great ease during the week. 
They will probably go to Henley, as will the Trinity (Oxford) boat, 
and if they meet, we fancy the dark blue will repeat their Mortlake 
victory of last March. The Henley meeting is fixed for the 23rd 
and 24th June ; it is a long while to look forward to, but as it will 
be all over before our next number is in print, we must give our 
crude ideas as to who will put in an appearance. For the Grand 
Challenge Cup, the London and Kingston Clubs are already at 

1864.] THE OTTER. KING. 153 

work ; the London crew, under Mr. Playford's tutelage, have had 
Mat Taylor rowing stroke in their twelve, and it is a treat to see 
him row a spurt with a fine strong crew to back him up ; but we 
fancy the Londoners will not be good enough to bring the big prize 
to Putney this year. For the Stewards' Cup, they will have three 
out of last year's four, Mr. Hood's place being now filled by Mr. 
May, and if they do not train all the strength out of themselves as 
they did last year, they will be pretty well up at the finish. At pre- 
sent nothing is done about the second four, so we cannot say whether 
the London Rowing Club will be represented in the Wyfold, and 
they will leave the Diamond Sculls to the Universities. The King- 
ston Club will, no doubt, get a good eight out of the University 
men for the great race, and do their utmost to keep the Wyfold 
Cup at Kingston, with what success we cannot say at present, 
though, if their crew is as good as last year's, they have a great 
chance of beating their London antagonists for the great race. The 
Diamond Sculls will bring together Messrs. Woodgate and Parker 
from Oxford/and, we hope, Lawes of Cambridge. Mr. Michell, of 
Magdalen, Oxford, too, having won the University sculls in Mr. 
Parker's absence, may be disposed to try his luck, as it is a" shorter 
course than the Putney one where Parker beat him last year. If 
this lot meet it will be a most interesting race, and no gift to either ; 
but if all's well with each, we expect to see the present amateur 
champion lead the way at the finish. The Pairs and other minor 
events of the Regatta we cannot say anything about at present. 

Close after Henley comes Walton Regatta, on the 2nd July, 
which is always a most agreeable day's sport, and will, no doubt, 
bring crews from the London, Kingston, and West London Clubs, 
and, let us hope, several others. Barnes Regatta, which, from the 
character of the racing, and the splendid Challenge Cup offered for 
fours, is justly considered the chief Metropolitan Regatta, is fixed for 
the 30th July, and will doubtless show good entries, all styles of 
rowing men, from gigs upwards, being anxious to score a win at 
Barnes. Kingston and Kew Regattas are, we believe, not yet fixed, 
but we hope to see good days' sports at both these pleasant places. 
Bedford and a host of provincial regattas are also fixed, but these 
are, no doubt, of less general interest to our readers. 


Macgillivray informs us that in Scotland, the white or the spotted 
otter is considered to be the King of the Otters. The former is 
doubtless an albino, or lusus natures ; but the latter is usually an old 
otter dotted by ticks, to which the animal is very liable. Of these 
the writer of the following lines has killed many specimens, beauti- 
fully marked, like a flea-bitten grey horse, while of the former he has 
only killed one, which he found on the river Dart, in the Forest of 

Bowhays is the owner of a well-known pack of otter hounds in 

154 THE otter king. [June, 

East Devon. Pisciculturists, fishermen, and the public at large owe 
him at least a tribute of thanks for the energy, ability, and success 
with which, for so many years, he has pursued the salmon's greatest 

Now winding, wandering pensively, 
The flowery meads among, 

The Exe has left his forest home 
And trolls his summer song. 

And downwards as he gently glides, 

So dreamily and slow, 
The golden catkins stoop to kiss 

His waters as they flow. 

But list, ye gods ! a sound is heard 
That makes the welkin ring ; 

Bowhays is come with hound and horn 
To seek the Otter King. 

In vain, in vain the finny tribe 
Their nightly doom deplore ; 

Not harder fate the race await 
Upon a Stygian shore. 

Ah ! long upon that blighted stream 
The Nereid's note is still ; 

And patient anglers labour long 
Their empty creels to fill. 

But now the hounds are trailing on, 

The otter need be bold ; 
For, if he hear Bowhays' cheer, 

'Twill make his blood run cold. 

Louder and fuller swells the peal 
That greets the felon grim ; 

Sweet music to Bowhays' ears, 
A mourning peal to him. 

But down beneath a gnarled oak-tree, 

A fathom deep or more ; 
Above his head the turf is spread, 

And water bars the door. 

He scents, he hears the coming strife 
That gathers o'er his head ; 

The thunder seems to swell around 
And shake his old-oak bed. 

As Hercules on Cacus closed, 
The gallant ' Prince ' goes in ; 

The hero of a hundred fights, 
That dog is safe to win. 

A muffled, rumbling, earthquake 

And then a stifled cry, 
Down in the roots a fathom deep, 

Quivers the oak hard by. 

' Hold on ! hold on ! thou true Black 
Prince !' 
The ardent Owen cries ; 
"While close at hand he takes his 
To view him as he flies. 

Then suddenly Bowhays' cheer 

The hollow valley fills ; 
The wild dun-deer the sound might 

On distant Winscombe hills. 

He's down the stream ; away, away ; 

The Otter King is gone ; 
And on his track the plunging pack 

Are madly pouring on. 

Oh ! 'twas a glorious sight to see 
Those mottled things in chase ; 

The water dashed in silver spray, 
And every hound in place. 

' Now steady all !' cried stern Bo- 

{ Now steady, hounds and men ; 
Old Charmer's nose was never wrong, 

She winds him back again !' 

And now the song-birds cease to sing 
Upon that frighted shore ; 

The.miller, too, has stopped his mill 
To join the sylvan roar. 

Through many a dark and gurgling 

The deadly strife prevails ; 
And many a drop of blood is spilled 

Before that otter fails. 

Though tunefully he leads the choir 
On peaceful Sabbath morn ; 

Bowhays has sworn a dreadful oath 
Upon his bugle horn : 

' Good hounds,' said he, ' be true 
to me, 

Pll never eat of bread ; 
Nor climb into my couch, until 

The Otter King is dead.' 

Then striding out in rough 
With bugle-horn in hand ; 
' No rest, I trow, the game 
While here I take my stand.' 

Breathless at length, and pressed full 

The otter seems to fail ; 
And, as he lands, the hounds rush on 

Just like a storm of hail. 

Then, once again, that mighty cheer 
Shakes water, sky, and plain ; 

And fishers on the Barle might hear 
The Otter King was slain. 



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The Invoice. — The May Meetings and Mortality. 

MAY may have been a merry month to the general public, but to the general 
backers of favourites it has been quite the reverse ; and the frequenters of the 
Meetings in Exeter Hall could not have had longer faces than some of those 
we have seen at the Corner on Mondays and Thursdays. The Metropolis is 
now in the full swing of its gaiety, and the Sporting man's hours and energies 
are taxed as severely as those of the ' little busy bee,' but we fear with scarcely 
the same moral result. 
Chester — 

' Where nags are squared on principles 
That very seldom tail, 
Till the public's grown so weary, 
It declines to fill the pail,' 

was the first place on our circuit ; but ' the Cause list ' was so poor, that very 
few of the ' great guns ' went down, unless they had ' special retainers ' in the 
neighbourhood. Nor can they be blamed for the course they adopted ; for the 
racing being sacrificed entirely to the Victualling interest an afternoon on 
the Rhodee has become as tedious and irksome as waiting for bail in a 
spunging-house. The minor dishes, most of the good judges left untouched ; 
but many of them found in the Cup as deadly a draught as Socrates in olden 
times. In fact, the number of horses that crossed ' The Herring Pond ' had 
never been exceeded ; and it would have required a Kensal-Green sexton, of 
many years' standing, to have enumerated the corpses, and a most experienced 
racing surgeon to have detected the living from the dead. The dread of 
contracting contagion kept the general public ofF until the last moment, when 
they poured in their supplies, and allayed the grumbling of the book-makers. 
Since Macaroni's Derby Day, we never saw so many raintraps hoisted on a 
race-course before, and the Rhodee looked as if covered over by one gigantic 
umbrella. With the ground as heavy as on the Pontine Marshes, it is not 
surprising the young'uns should have had to succumb to the old'uns, and the 
veteran Flash in the Pan, flashed by every horse as the winner, to the 
astonishment of the whole world, with the exception of the Epsom folks, who 
had been warned in the morning that in all probability plenty of employment 
would be furnished to the milliners of the place, by the silk dresses that would 
be given away on the occasion. As throughout the season, the Prophets were 
floored to a man, with the exception of those great amateurs ' John of Malton ' 
and ' John of Middleham,' who sent Flash in the Pan to their respective 
friends, wholly irrespective of remuneration either in postage stamps or com- 
mission. Thus, Mr. Hughes's long-expected good thing, for which his 
followers waited, as ardently and patiently as the disciples in the belief of the 
Millennium, came off at last. And many who thought old Flash was destined 
to give increased speed to Mr. Arthur Heathcote's Stag-hounds, were not a 
little surprised to find him turn up in a new character. John Day's pair 
found their way, like Scotchmen in England, into * good places,' for which 
he received a vote of thanks from the House of Lords. Immediately after 
the race, the swells retreated in great force upon the Metropolis, leaving the 
quaint old City completely in possession of the Book-makers, who having only 
themselves to prey upon, could do little execution with their pencils, and had 
to employ themselves in counting up the killed and wounded. Next year, 
we are glad to learn that the delay between the acts will be curtailed in their 
VOL. VIII. — NO. 52. Q». 

156 £ OUR van.' [J un e, 

proper dimensions, and the convenience of the supporters of the Turf consulted 
before that of the proprietors of the canvas hotels, who have hitherto reigned 
omnipotent, and would hear of no reform. From the Rhodee to the Knaves- 
mire was the next move of the Pilgrims of the Ring, who mustered in good 
force to watch the movements relative to the Yorkshire Derby horses. The 
first day opened with the RawclifFe sale, and such an unhealthy feeling against 
General Peel, that in the evening Mr. Payne went over to Middleham for 
Lord Glasgow to inquire into it, and returned with a clean bill of health. 
The RawclifFe private view was as numerously and fashionably attended as 
that of the Royal Academy ; and strolling through the paddocks, we came 
across both Lords and Commons. All bore testimony to the excellent con- 
dition of the Yearlings ; and could they have been kept another month, Mr. 
Tattersall's commissions would have been much larger. In most instances 
our views as to the prices were realized ; and the growing predilection for 
Leamington, who has always been a special favourite of ours, is worth noting. 
The racing on Knavesmire was as good as we see in the Spring ; and the 
Great Northern Handicap furnished another Flash in the Pan in East 
Lancashire ; but Mr. Rich, to whom he belongs, was not so acquainted 
with his ' good thing ' as Mr. Hughes ; for he only backed it for a triple, 
believing the Major was too formidable to be beaten. It seems, however, the 
Metropolitan field must have been horribly rotten, by the subsequent running 
and trials of those in the front rank ; and we cannot come to any other con- 
clusion than that the number of bad horses in training is rapidly increasing, 
and only one in a thousand a real clinker. On the morning of the second 
day, the new Lord of Fairfield gave a public breakfast to his friends, prior to 
an inspection by them of his breeding establishment, which is well designed, 
and has been well patronised since he has taken to it. The dejeuner com- 
prised the delicacies of the season, which were partaken of with a zest, which 
led us to remark, as they do on board ship, that we would rather keep some of 
the guests a week than a fortnight. Among the latest visitors was old John 
Osborne, who was in great force, retailing anecdotes of his Nursery days, 
when Johnny was little more than a feather, and the pride of Manchester. 
Like the rest of the party, his buttonhole was adorned with a bouquet of 
geraniums which would not have disgraced Covent Garden ; and during the 
process of fastening it, the veteran blushed like ' a maiden of bashful 
' fifteen.' Among the Sires at Fairfield, worthy of attention, are Zetland, 
who is growing into a nice horse ; Neptunus, or ' Little Nep,' as his owner 
was wont to term him, who only wants a little more furniture to attract mares 
to him ; and a long low powerful horse, called Scandal, who from an 
accident has never run, but who from his proportions and blood, should not be 
passed over by breeders, for he will bear both meeting and following. 

From York to Salisbury is a long run, but as the Broadway Swells of the 
South were to be met with, the gold-hunters followed them, as in Australia, 
when a new vein of gold has been discovered. That something generally goes 
at Salisbury is a received axiom among the Ring ; and hence the desire to 
improve the occasion. Now, however, there was but little mischief done, 
although the attack on Scottish Chief was fiercely maintained until some of his 
staunchest followers could not be done out of the belief that it was ' a case.' 
In the meanwhile Mr. Merry, wholly unconscious of the movement, was quietly 
doing his duty to his constituents of the Falkirk Burghs in the House of Com- 
mons, when an Irish Member rushed in with the intelligence. A verbal 
assurance that all was right, as far as the owner knew, sent the fond backer 

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home rejoicing. And how such an idea could have got abroad as to her having 
met with an accident is unaccountable. Prince Arthur having got the dust 
inside his boot, and chafed his leg, was also the subject of hostility; but General 
Peel, supported as he ought to have been by British Steel, was as firm as a rock; 
and it looked as if he could never be supplanted. Bath had a fair list of company 
horses and favourites, and the weather was as hot as the latter, the temperature 
being a trifle warmer than that in which Sergeant-Major Lilley and his wife 
were baked for so many days by Colonel Crawley. Strong men gave way 
under it, and fell out of the ranks of the ring, as soldiers in a marching regi- 
ment ; and those who, on leaving the city of Beau Nash, started with black 
hats, found on their return they had been changed to white, so thick was the 
dust. John Day was in great force during the two days, and he proved that 
his Teneriffe was worth tasting after * the Stakes,' even by the most fastidious 
tippler. Lansdowne is a favourite rendezvous for Mr. Sutton's two-year olds ; 
and on this occasion Jezebel proved her right to have her name changed, for 
she told him ' the truth,' which was not the original characteristic of the 
dame from whom she took her sponsorial appellation. On our return, we were 
startled by an announcement which appeared in a daily paper that General 
Peel had been placed in the hands of the police by Lord Glasgow, who had' 
applied to Sergeant Tanner, of Scotland Yard, to send him down two experi- 
enced detectives, and they had departed for Middleham, and had the General 
in close custody. Now, considering the long and intimate friendship which 
had subsisted between Lord Glasgow and General Peel, we confess we were 
quite taken aback when we read the statement in question, more especially as 
the General did not imitate the conduct of M. Moequat in his letter to the 
editor of ' The Owl,' and state to the public through the same source in which the 
original statement appeared that the General Peel now in custody before being 
brought to trial at Epsom was not the General Peel, Member for Huntingdon. 
Knowing, also, how that gallant sportsman applies himself to his official duties, 
the addenda to the paragraph « that he was doing strong work,' tended to 
confirm the intelligence, which the following day was dispelled by the General 
appearing in the House of Commons as usual, and no honourable Member 
putting to him any question on the subject. 

Monday took a distinguished party to Leatherhead to see the Whitewall 
team put through their facings ; and so much was Baragah liked, that a Noble 
Lord, one of our best Gentlemen Jockeys, declared he should not hedge a 
shilling, as he had seen quite enough to satisfy him. Mr. Bowes also declined 
to hedge, and the Wizard said he cared nothing for those tremendous trials 
which certain horses had had, but he knew his own were fit, and certain to get 
home. The absence of Mr. Rudston Read, generally the life and soul of the 
party, and the jidus Achates of Mr. Bowes, was much felt ; as from his fall, 
which broke the tendons of his knee, he has been thrown on his beam ends for 
we fear some time to come. However, if the sympathy of his friends can aid 
in promoting his recovery, he will soon be about again, for the knocker of his 
lodgings in Wells' Street has been worn as thin as a sixpence in inquiries for 
him. Blair Athol, about whom there was as much mystery as with the late 
Mr. Dunkeld, arrived at Sherwood, and passed his first examination with credit 
to all concerned with him. Mr. I' Anson, however, moved about so sedately, 
and maintained such an air of reserve about his horse, that not a trainer dare 
question him about his chance, and he seemed to have found himself in a false 
position. Tom Oliver was as lively as < a Cricket on the Hearth ' about Ely, 
whom he declared would be as loving and troublesome to the cracks at the 

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distance as a certain insect in a London bedstead. And had he won, all, 
we believe, Tom required, was an estate of five hundred per annum, with ex- 
cellent pheasant-shooting. Paris was not fancied by the professional critics, 
who did not like his going so wide behind, and breathless whispers were 
dropped about his having ' a heel,' a phrase which, for the benefit of those who 
have not been pupils of Professors Spooner or Field, we must translate as 
meaning a sandcrack. But the favourite of the whole lot was The Scottish 
Chief, with whom every trainer was taken, and we heard no more of last 
year's constant phrase ' of a neck from Midnight Mass,' which grave men 
would firmly maintain to be his real form. And the intelligence that Jemmy 
Adams was to ride him instead of Edwards did not prejudice his chance. No 
doubt it was a hard fling for Edwards to be taken off such a mount, but at the 
same time it was perhaps better for his own interests, as from the horse beaten 
there could be no grounds for blaming him, and he escaped the remarks which 
he had to endure after the Two Thousand, from the extraordinary per- 
formance of Fille de l'Air. 

Two wet Derby days in succession would have been too much for human 
nature to have endured ; and the Clerk of the Weather, as if heartily ashamed 
of his conduct last year, when he indulged in too much ' heavy wet,' satisfied 

The Prince of Wales, who was received by Mr. Dorling, as he is at Covent 
Garden by Mr. Gye, went at once to his stall, and seemed not a little pleased 
to find he could look at the horses in the paddock without being crushed by 
the mob. This abstinence from annoyance arose, perhaps, not so much from 
a desire to consult his personal convenience as from the superior attraction 
of the Derby horses themselves, so engrossed are the million with their fancies. 
Birch Broom was the first nag that presented himself to our notice as we made 
our way through the wooden labyrinth that leads to the paddock. Very tall on 
the leg, light in his barrel, and with a coat as dry as a chip, he walked like a man 
with tight boots ; and, as Tom Oliver once remarked in our hearing of a similar 
style of animal, ' One might have read " Bell's Life in London " through 
' him.' This, no doubt, accounted for the hostility latterly shown to him in 
the Ring, which no money could allay. Captain Little superintended his 
toilette, taking especial care of the girths. Planet followed the Broom as his 
aide-de-camp, but the superior officer enjoyed all the gape-seed. Prince 
Arthur was as full of muscle as a statue in the Vatican ; but there were marks 
of a blister on his fore-legs that convinced us John had better have hedged his 
10,000 to 100 which he had taken about him the year before. Moreover, 
he was scarcely bigger than a cob ; and a second Daniel O'Rourke a trainer 
will find very difficult to meet with. By his side stood Cathedral, tall as his 
name, and with a great deal of very bad * architecture ' about him. It is no 
flattery to the head of Woodyeates to say that Historian looked magnificent ; 
and he was just the sort of animal that an Heiress hunter in Rotten Row 
would like to have for the season ; but, like Prince Arthur, he wanted a larger 
frame. By the coat of Ackworth a man might have shaved himself without 
cutting, so brilliant had John Day got it ; and his last remark to his friend 
was that if he did not win the Derby, he should at all events get before The 
Scottish Chief. His enemies, however, poured in such a deadly fire upon him 
that he could never rally under it ; and the doom of Fazzoletto's son seemed 
to be decreed. Oran on Welcome headed the Whitewall pair, Jem Perren 
leading Baragah according to etiquette, and Hollyfox being consigned to the 
second in command. Both had had justice done them at home ; and those 

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who recollected St. Alban's traced a "strong family likeness to him in 
Mr. Bowes's horse. Cambuscan held his levee in the field adjoining, and, as 
the Court Newsman would say, it was numerously and fashionably attended. 
1 Very handsome and blood-like, but too delicate for so tough a job,' was the 
common verdict of the special jury before whom he was tried, and their 
conviction was confirmed by the Court of Appeal. The Warrior was nothing 
but a slashing grey hunter up to sixteen stone to hounds. Ely, with the 
Olivers, pere et Jils, at his head, had been done very well, but had not grown 
since last year, which is generally fatal to a would-be Derby winner. Coast 
Guard might readily be discerned from his coarseness, as well as from his 
bandages ; and however Godding could have been so eat up with him is an 
Asiatic mystery. Superior to Drummer Boy at even weights last year was 
given out to be his form, but then he did not look or run like it ; and were the 
pair matched to run in public in the July Meeting, we have little doubt but the 
old 'un would be made the favourite : so in this instance the trainers proved 
themselves better judges than the gentlemen. For Appenine's appearance 
some allowance should be made, as he had been amiss three weeks before. 
Bold as "Curtius, Mr. Brayley sent Rappell and Outlaw into the paddock, 
so that the world should not accuse him of being too mysterious with the 
pair ; and perhaps he is the only owner of racehorses in modern times who can 
boast of having obtained the liberal offer of ten thousand to a tenner about a 
pair for the Derby. It is needless to add that the layer was no more nervous 
than the taker ; but it would have been a glorious bet to have landed. Tom 
Dawson, with a scarlet and white neck-scarf, heading an enormous crowd, told 
us General Peel and Strafford were coming on parade. Whether from the 
mob pressing on him too closely, or from being a little above himself, the 
General did not exhibit the quiet demeanour of his namesake, and kicked and 
lashed out in all directions. With time he will make a magnificent horse, for 
he stands on nice short legs ; and next year, when fully developed and furnished, 
he may be shown against anything in training. 

Strafford was handsome as paint, but a fearful hock at once convinced us 
that if Lord Glasgow's first barrel failed him his second would be of no use. 
In the condition of Paris no one could pick a hole ; and Mr. Ten Broeck 
thought he could not be beaten. If General Peel's parade was well attended 
the Scottish Chief was greeted with quite ' a gathering of the clans,' who gave 
him a highland hearty welcome. Lord Coventry, who had given up his jockey 
to him, seemed to take the greatest interest in his saddling ; and Mat Dawson 
looked as confident as if all was over. Never did a horse take the public more by 
surprise than the Chief, for he was very different to the shelly colt of last year. 
In the meanwhile nothing had been seen of Blair Athol, although the paddock 
had been scoured for him, like the Limerick Mountains for Hayes the mur- 
derer. A rumour, however, was in circulation that Lord Glasgow and 
General Peel had been taken into his stable to see him, and that he was as 
right as the mail. 

By degrees the paddock is emptied, and the boxes of the Stand have not 
even standing room left in them. Glasses are arranged, some quiet hedging 
proceeded with, and all wait to see what Mr. Clarke has to say about it, and 
whose fortune he will have made ; when, lo and behold, a startling chesnut 
with a white blaze on his forehead, and going like a cricket ball, led by young 
I'Anson on Caller Ou, was discerned in the offing, and at once made out to 
be Blair Athol. 'What a goer !' was the general remark ; and revived corpse 
caused a thrill to pass through the system of those who had potted him, in the 


160 t our van.' [June, 

belief he was as dead as George the Third. Nothing but the annual black dog, 
which, we suppose, is bred and trained for the occasion, and which, as usual, 
raced before the Stand, kept the spectators from complaining of the delay at 
the post. But when they were sent away nothing could have been better ; 
and if we say that General Peel made nearly the whole of the running, waited 
upon by Blair Athol, until the hill in front of the Stand, where he went up 
and beat him, our readers will know all that is necessary for all useful pur- 
poses. Scottish Chief was right in front of the others, and Knight of Snowdon 
struggled up fourth. Had Mr. I'Anson been less mysterious about his horse 
his victory would have been better received ; but the reception which was 
given to Blair Athol was more the result of admiration of the son of Blink Bonny 
than of her owner, who, from some cause or another, does not seem to under- 
stand the British public. It was the same with Blink Bonny and with Caller 
Ou ; and yet we believe a better intentioned man does not exist than Mr. 
lAnson. But, added to a natural reticence of disposition, there is a want of 
confidence in his own judgment which prevents him assisting his friends as he 
might do. As might have been expected, from War Dance having been lent 
for the trial, the Whitewall stable would have known the issue and benefited 
by it. But not a member of it won a shilling, and from being such neighbours 
the circumstance of course was an irritating one. To Lord Glasgow the 
defeat of General Peel was a bitter pill to swallow ; and he felt it more when 
he saw the chief backer of his horse leading in the winner. That the General 
wanted time there could be no two opinions, for he had the marks of an over- 
reach on one of his legs. And how Aldcroft, who is usually accused of laying 
too far from his horses, should have made running with him is quite unintel- 
ligible, for he not only cut his own throat but those of all the others, with the 
exception of Blair Athol, who won by the proceeding. Being ' a fancy horse ' 
the public were his chief supporters ; and the bulk of the Ring money goes to 
them. As a proof of the estimation in which he was held, we may instance 
that last year a subscription was made by two cavalry regiments to back him ; 
and the result is they have won some twelve thousand in each corps. And so 
ended the eventful Derby of Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Four. Nearly all 
the prophets were floored, for they feared the metallics about him. ' Trou- 
1 badour,' however, in a weekly contemporary, did not make a bad hit when he 
sang at the end of his lay — 

' In short, if you'd summer in clover, 

And send to the devil the Jews, 
Believe me, the Derby is over, 
Blair Athol can't possibly lose.' 

If the Derby had its sensation horse, the Oaks had its sensation mare ; and 
for the first time in the memory of man the winner had to be escorted back by 
the lowest ruffians of the prize ring and a squadron of mounted police. At 
one time the populace were so infuriated to obtain possession of the saddle, so 
as to destroy it and prevent Edwards weighing in, that the police had to 
draw their sabres ; and for a moment we were on the eve as it were of a 
second Peterloo. Custance, whose cap and jacket closely resembled that of 
Edwards, was very nearly becoming a victim ; but with great coolness and 
self-possession he addressed the mob, saying, ' It's not me ; I did not ride her 
' at Newmarket ' — it is believed a piece of information for which his com- 
panion in arms will be very grateful. How Edwards escaped was a miracle ; 
and henceforth we trust to find no English jockey ever crossing Fille de PAir 
again. As it was, the saddle would have been smashed in pieces but for Mr. 


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Payne, who rescued it at the gate ; and Captain White, who went to his aid, 
we regret to state, received a severe blow on the arm with a large stick. 

In the Stand the excitement was equally great, the Ring calling loudly 
for vengeance on Jennings and his party, while the amateurs hissed the mare 
as they would an unsuccessful piece at a theatre. Count La Grange fled, and 
Jennings was locked up for three-quarters of an hour in a room at the back 
of the Stand, to save his life. Nine thousand is said to be the amount that 
was got out of her for the Two Thousand, and bills for that amount are said 
to have been transmitted to Paris. As yet the Stewards of the Club have 
made no sign of investigating the case, but surely, after the Tarragona and 
Michelgrove Court of Inquiry, they are bound to do so. Because a few legs 
fancy they see something in the betting on a wretched match at Newmarket, all 
the machinery of the Club is put in motion against the owners, and the west 
end of London thrown into a complete conflagration, by the correspondence 
of parties connected with it, both male and female. Why, then, do they not 
bestir themselves now, when they would have all England on their side, as 
well as the Continent, for France having bled, cries equally loud for an investi- 
gation. Perhaps Crump then might make a better use of certain parties' books 
than he did of the Guardsmen, and if a conviction could be obtained, public 
opinion would support the infliction of the punishment that would naturally 
follow. Well as Fille de l'Air ran, but for the accident which occurred to 
Saragossa we believe she would have been beaten by her, and then the foreigners 
would have witnessed a demonstration of another kind, in which public and 
private worth would have been recognised in a manner peculiar to our nation, 
and which being unbought is still more welcome to the object of it. Count 
La Grange, it is stated, fled before the race was run, but we trust this state- 
ment will be contradicted, and all we can say with pride is that such a cir- 
cumstance never occurred to an English winner of the Oaks. Whether 
an investigation will take place into the circumstances remains to be seen, but 
were we in the Count's position we should demand one. If he is innocent, 
he has nothing to fear from it, and if guilty, he must take the consequences 
of it. 

Our monthly mortality includes the name of one who for many years occu- 
pied a most conspicuous position on the Turf as a better ; we mean the late 
Major Brabason, who soon followed in the wake of Mr. Fitzroy Stanhope 
and Mr. Magennis. The Major, who was better known by his old name of 
Higgins, belonged to a good Mayo family in Ireland, and served for many 
years in the *i 5th Hussars, spending some time with that regiment in India. 
On quitting the service he took to the Turf, and became one of the heaviest 
bookmakers of the day, standing invariably on the field ; and when the long 
Captain, as he was called, took a favourite in hand, he generally made short 
work of him. Of course, like other people, he made mistakes at times, and 
Surplice was a heavy blow and great discouragement to him. When the 
Emperor gave him Dervish to lay against, as being the safest of all Scott's 
lot, he also got into trouble for having betted a fabulous sum against him 
through others, and the Commissioners, as the horse had come to 6 to 1, getting 
nervous, and expressing a hope he would be prepared for an emergency, he 
soon quieted their fears ; for stepping across the room to Davis, he returned 
in a minute to them, and said they were perfectly right in mentioning the 
matter, and he had got them out as he had just backed Dervish back for four 
thousand in one line. On a great settlement day at Tattersall's, he was always 
conspicuous by the large black japanned tin box in which he carried his money 
to the Corner. In his habits he was very temperate, and he scarcely ever 

102 ' our van.' [June, 1864. 

wore a great coat. Of his honour he was very querulous, and many years 
back, being a witness in a case in the Queen's Bench, the late Sir John Jervis, 
who was opposed to him, told the jury, with the license of counsel, to discard 
from their mind every syllable of the evidence that Captain Higgins had given. 
This was too much for the gallant Irishman, who, the next day, sent the late 
Sir Challoner Ogle to him to demand an apology. Sir John replied the Bar 
would not permit him to retract the observations he had made in his speech, 
when he was informed that the honour of Captain Higgins was as dear to his 
brother officers as that of Sir John Jervis to the Bar. And Sir Challoner 
stated he was instructed to inform the Solicitor-General unless he apologised, 
Captain Higgins would assuredly horsewhip him. This intimation had the 
desired effect, and the same evening Captain Higgins received a satisfactory 
communication from the learned counsel. Latterly his health gave way, but 
he was full of vigour until the tidings of the murder of his son in China reached 
him, when the blow smote him almost to the ground, for he was an officer of 
the highest promise. As soon as he could collect himself together, he made 
his mind up to proceed to China, and offer a reward of twenty thousand 
pounds for his recovery, as a strange fancy took possession of his mind that 
he was alive and treated as a slave. The fact of his departure having been 
noised abroad, and it having incidentally transpired that there was some little 
delay in preparing the securities for raising the sum in question, Messrs. Pad- 
wick and Hill presented him with a letter of credit on Dent's at Hong-Kong, 
in the most delicate manner, thus expressing the confidence they had in his 
honour. The act was one which reflected highly on both parties, and only 
among racing men could such mutual reliance be found to exist. On his 
return from China, Major Brabason was unfortunately knocked down by an 
omnibus in Oxford Street, and compelled to use crutches for the remainder 
of his life. If at times he was irritable in his temper, he was easily appeased, 
for his heart was in the right place, and he retained his friends to the end : 
and he will be regarded by all who knew him as one of the most remarkable 
men of a very remarkable period of the Turf. 

Mr. Wilson, who died so suddenly on the first day of Epsom, where he 
was staying with Mr. Cathcart, the owner of Prince Arthur, was well known 
in Yorkshire as an attache to John Osborne's stables, having managed the late 
Mr. Harland's horses for him. Latterly, through the death of that gentleman, he 
had come into an accession of fortune, and joined what is called ' The Young 
Yorkshire Party.' A constant frequenter of the northern meetings, he was a 
close observer of character, and the fund of anecdotes he had acquired rendered 
him a pleasant dinner-table companion. 

Among the new Sporting books which have just made their appearance, 
the most conspicuous for its utility is ' Cecil's Hunting Tours,' from which 
the old school may revive their recollections of the past, and the young ones 
be able to put themselves on a level with their seniors. Cecil is not one of 
the fast school of writers, but he travels by a steady train, which brings his 
readers safe to the end of a pleasant journey amidst scenes that must possess 
a fund of interest for them. ' The Fisherman's Magazine,' which is now in 
its infancy, promises, if nourished by the same treatment as is visible in the 
conduct of the first two months, to arrive at a degree of healthy maturity. 
The plates are excellent ; that which adorns the first number is a pike, which, 
to say the least, is ' to the manner born ;' and the second is a sketch after 
the frontispiece of ' London Society,' of a gentleman rowing a lady in a boat, 
with the motto ' Dum capimus, capimur,' attached to it. 

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the entire expense of fitting up the stable. The fear of this has led to the use of wood, 
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