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BAILY'S MAGAZINE 






SPORTS & PASTIMES 



VOLUME THE SIXTY-SIXTH, 

BEING 

Nos. 437—442. JULY TO DECEMBER, 1896. 



LONDON : 

VINTON AND CO., LIMITED, 

9, NEW BRIDGE STREET, LUDGATE CIRCUS, E.G. 

1896. 



THE NEW YOHK 

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ENGRAVINGS. 



PACK 



Balfour, Mr. A. J., M.P. 413 

Bonner, Harry Title 

Crewe, Earl of 333 

Doll 263 / 

Harkaway - - 30 

Lehmann, Mr. R. C. - - - - - - i 

Maclean, Colonel Allan 253 

0*Brien, Sir T. C, Bart. 85 

Old Time Partridge Shooting - - - - 186 

Piatt, Mr. James E. - 173 

Royal Toxopholite Ground, 1836 - - - - 122 

Turkeys 353 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

Copenhagen, after Pieneman ----- 338 

Copenhagen, after Ward 336 

Early English Archery 117. 

English Archery, i6th, 17th, and i8th Centuries - 121 

Female Pike - - - 462 

Fernie, Mr. W. J. 49 

Foot Beagles; 388 

Gold, Mr. Harcourt 47 

Hardy, Mr. Gerald, on Sailor - - - - 137 

Harrington, Earl of, on AH Baba - - - - 203 

Lane-Fox, Mr. George 436 

Lee, General, on Traveller 342 

Lord's Wood, Leading Roding - - - - 18 

McLean, Mr. D. H. 45 

Monitor 432 

Muttlebury, Mr. S. D. 46 

Norman and Early English Archers - - - 119 

Pointers and Gamekeeper 190 

Promising Litter at Home, The - - - - 281 

Rawlinson, Mr. A., ** Riding off '* - - - - 61 • 

Royal Meath 320 

Stevens, Jack 378 

Tancred, Champion Hound at Peterborough - - 156 

Tom Moody, Burial of 102 

View of a Horse- Match at Newmarket - - - 354 

Ward, James, R.A. 429 

Wolstenholme, Dean 22 

'stenholme. Dean, Junr. 98 



1 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 



Affair at Abu-Simbel, The 130/ 

Animal Painters (Illustrated) : — 

Barenger, James - - - . - - - - - - 263 

Barlow, Francis 353 

Chalon, H. B. 191 

Tilleman, Peter 355 

Ward, James, R.A. 429 

Wolstenholme, Dean - - 18 

Wolstenholme, Dean, Junr. 97 

Appreciation of Thoroughbred Stock, The 89 

A Sequence of Elizabethan Sonnets — George Lane-Fox - - 440 

A Suggestion to Cricketers re the '* Follow-on ** - . . 448 

Australian Bushrangers 255 

Berkeley Hunt, The 356 

Biographies : — 

Balfour. Mr. A. J., M.P. 413 

Crewe, Earl of 333 

Lehmann, Mr. R. C. i 

Maclean, Colonel Allan 253 

O'Brien, Sir T. C, Bart. 85 

Piatt, Mr. J. E. 173 

Breeding and Rearing Pheasants 212 

Cachar Races, The, 1882 279 

Coaching in Ireland at the Time of the Rebellion - - - 265 

Colonel Maclean's Biography 416 

Correspondence 409, 410 

Day's Wolf-Hunting, A ------- - 390 

Family Fox Covert (Illustrated) 280 

Foot Beagles (Illustrated) 386 

** Gib." Revisited 36 

Goodall. Will (Verses) 376 

Harry Bonner ... - - 47-5 

Hundred Best Patterns of Floating Flies, II. - - - - -^3 

>> i> i» II 111. . - - - 123 

Hunting Lecture, A 346 

Hunting Season, 1896-7, The 394 

Huntsmen Past and Present ---.... ^yg 

Huntsmen and Whippers-in. — The Past 423 

Improvements in Bicycles 383 

Influence of Weather upon Sport 417 

In the Bayons of the Mexican Gulf 313 

Irish Eclipse, The 30 



IV. CONTENTS. 

1'A(;e 

Lament of an Old Cab Horse, The (Verses) - - - - 201 

Last of the Mohocks, The 306 

Learning to Hit a Polo Ball 459 

Lesson of the 'Varsity Match, The 139 

Memories of an Old Soldier : — 

A Loss to the Service. — VL 441 

Bill Thorbum*s Last Chance. — HL 195 

Commandant Stirling. — H. 105 

Oakapple. — L 53 

The Crosses of Fortune. — V. 367 

The Luck of Sergeant Davis. — IV. 293 

My Charger (Verses) 293 

New Newmarket - - - 350 

Noble Art of Self-Defence, The 175 

November (Verses) 366 

Old Time Partridge Shooting (Illustrated) - - - - 186 

'* Our Van *' 63, 149, 231, 316, 399, 474 

Polo Players (Illustrated) :— 

Hardy, Mr. Gerald — IV. 136 

Harrington, Earl of—V. 202 

Rawlinson, Mr. A. — III. 60 

Professional Cricketers of the Past and Present - - - - '217 

Public School Cricket of 1896 205 

Rowing in 1896 44 

Royalty and Sport 14 

Some Garrison Theatricals ..--... 4^4 

Some Turf Casualties 207, 272 

Song of the Rod, A (Verses) 1 29 

Sportsman's Library 145, 221, 304, 470 

Strange History of a Doncaster Cup, The 227 

Summary of Prominent Results- - - 82, 170, 250, 331, 489 

The Huntsman in Green (Verses) 435 

»' The Lady of the Lake " 463 

The Late Mr. George Lane- Fox ...... 436 

The Music of the Pack (Verses) 428 

Trainers and Training 182 

Two Famous War Chargers (Illustrated) 335 

Utility of Forests, The 3 

Warlike Archery in England (Illustrated) 116 

When they Wore Tall Hats 464 

Women and Sport 287, 360 





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BAILY'S MAGAZINE 

OF 

SPORTS AND PASTIMES 



No. 437. 



JULY, 1896. 



Vol. LXVI. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

Sporting Diary for the Month ix 

Mr. R. C. Lchmann I 

The Utility of Forests 3 

Royalty and Sport 14 

Animal Painters. — XVI. Dean 

Wolstenholme 18 

The Hundred Best Patterns of Floating 

Flies.— 11 23 

The Irish Eclipse ; 30 

"Gib" RevUited 36 

Rowing in 1896 44 

Oakapple 52 

Polo Players.— III. Mr. A. Rawlinson 60 



PAGB 

"Our Van" 

Epsom 63 

Richmond Horse Show 66 

The late J. Nevill Fitt 67 

Cricket 68 

Yachting 72 

The Ladies' Dog Show 73 

The Driving Clubs 74 

Sport at the Universities 75 

Golf 76 

Lawn Tennis 79 

Polo 80 

Summary of Prominent Results 82 



WITH 



Steel Engraved Portrait of Mr. R. C. Lehmann ; Steel Engraving of " Harkaway ; " 

Wood Engravings, Dkan Wolstenholmb and " Lord's Wood ; " Portraits of Mr. D. 

H. McLean, Mr. S. D. Muitlebury, Mr. Harcourt Gold, Mr. W. J. Fernib, 

Mr. A. Rawlinson "Riding off." 



Mr. R. C. Lehmann. 



Few names are better kaown, few 
faces are more familiar in the 
aquatic world and the resorts of 
rowing men, than that of the gen- 
tleman whose lineaments will be 
seen on the opposite page. Though 
still a young man in figure and 
ideas, he went up to Trinity, 
Cambridge, so long ago as 1874, 
and at once took kindly to rowing 
— even on the Cam. Since that 
time he has been very closely 

VOL. LXVI. — NO. 437. 



connected with amateur oarsman- 
ship. He soon found his way 
into his College boat (First Trin- 
ity), and also rowed in the cox- 
swainless Fours, doing service for 
his club for five years. He has 
also been seen at Henley, having 
rowed there when First Trinity 
sent a crew, while he subse- 
quently competed as a member 
of the Kingston Club. 

The distinction of a seat in the 



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University boat was denied Mr. 
Lehmann. He for some time 
rowed bow of the crew, but even- 
tually had to vacate his thwart in 
order that the president of the 
year might row. Those who are 
conversant with the details of 
University rowing matters know 
that retiring a man from a crew is 
not necessarily a reflection upon 
his skill or strength. A candidate 
for a seat may be too Hght or too 
heavy, in which event he has to 
give way to him who is nearer to 
the desired weight. Mr. Leh- 
mann's last appearance at Henley 
was in 1881, but since then he 
has by no means given up rowing. 
From 1883 to 1895 he rowed 
regularly for the Orkney Cottage 
Crew at the Maidenhead Regatta, 
winning the challenge cup for the 
Fours in no fewer than nine out of 
the thirteen years. It is worthy 
of notice that in four of these 
races he was opposed by Mr. D. 
H. McLean, rowing for an Abney 
House crew, and twice won and 
was twice defeated. Since then 
Mr. Lehmann and Mr. McLean 
have been closely associated as 
fellow-coaches of the successful 
Oxford crews of the last few 
years. Mr. Lehmann rowed in 
two races last year, officiating as 
stroke to the Marlow crew, when 
they won the Town Fours at Mar- 
low Regatta, and rowing seven to 
Mr. Harcourt Gold, the Oxford 
stroke, in the crew which won the 
race for Eights at Goring Regatta. 
In rowing, as in other things, a 
brilliant performer is not neces- 
sarily a first-rate coach, while 
some of the best mentors have not 
been the heroes of a hundred 
fights. The subject of our por- 
trait this month, though never 
gaining his ** blue," dropped very 
easily — successfully too — into the 
art of the coach ; and as he has 
for so long been an active oars- 
man, he is necessarily up-to-date 



in all the minutiae of rowing, 
while each year brings its own 
experience. 

It is, indeed, as a coach that 
Mr. Lehmann has chiefly made 
his reputation. As long ago as 
1879 he coached a 'Varsity crew 
— Cambridge— for a short period 
during practice, while in 1881 he 
coached the first Trinity crew 
which won the ** Ladies " and the 
"Visitors" at Henley. But his 
chief successes have been during 
the last seven or eight years. His 
connection with Oxford rowing 
commenced in 1887, when at Mr. 
W. F. C. Holland's request he 
acted as mentor to the Brasenose 
eight for the summer races, and 
he gave this College his assist- 
ance regularly for the three fol- 
lowing years. In 1889 the Brase- 
nose crew went Head of the River, 
and in the same year Mr. Lehmann 
coached the Third Trinity crew, 
which went Head of the River at 
Cambridge, thus scoring a record 
of its kind. In 1891 he first 
coached the Oxford University 
Eight. He looked after them 
again in 1892, and subsequently 
in 1894 and in 1896. In each 
case Oxford proved the winners. 

In 1892, Mr. Lehmann coached 
both 'Varsity crews, Cambridge 
for a short time during the early 
stages of practice, and Oxford 
during the last fortnight. In 1893 
he again coached Cambridge dur- 
ing the early period of practice. At 
Henley, Mr. Lehmann has paid 
most attention of recent years to 
the Leander crews. In 1891, and 
again in 1894, he coached the 
Leander Eights which won the 
grand Challenge Cup. 

Mr. Lehmann, however, is not 
only well known in the rowing 
world ; he is a barrister, and once 
wrote a book bearing the ponder- 
ous title, ** A Digest of Over- 
ruled Cases." The bar, however, 
did not hold him long; possibly 



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THE UTILITY OF FORESTS. 



he realised the directness of Lord 
Thurlow's question, given in re- 
sponse to the query of a father 
who asked him if he would re- 
commend his son to go to the bar, 
" Sir, can your son eat sawdust 
without butter ? " The " Digest 
of Over-ruled Cases" is the 
sawdust ; for the relish Mr. 
Lehmann turned to the lighter 
paths of literature. He edited a 
bright little Cambridge University 
paper, called The Granta, while 
in 1890 he became one of the staff 
of Punch, some of his contributions 
to our old friend having been re- 
printed in book form, among them, 
** Mr. Punch's Prize Novels,** a 
work which is a clever skit on the 
productions of modern novelists. 

As a politician he has espoused 
the Radical side, and has thrice 
sought the suffrages of con- 
stituents. In 1885 he stood for 
Cheltenham; in 1886 he essayed 
to represent Hull ; and four years 
ago he bethought him of the city 
wherein he spent some pleasant 



years, and stood for Cambridge, 
but in each case he rowed a losing 
race. 

With his strong tastes for river 
pursuits, Mr. Lehmann has not 
unnaturally made his home on the 
banks of the Thames. He has 
built for himself a comfortable 
dwelling at Bourne End, and 
there, surrounded by books and 
dogs, he entertains largely and 
hospitably. Two gigantic St. 
Bernards give a mediaeval air to 
his hall ; he possesses a deerhound, 
pointers, retrievers, and others. 
At one time he might almost have 
started a small dog show of his 
own, for his kennel consisted of 
seventeen ; now, however, the 
number has been reduced to seven. 
He retains his liking for rowing 
and up-river regattas, and is in 
as good condition as when he 
"came down." Mr. Lehmann 
thoroughly understands the art 
of entertaining, is a firm friend, 
and is possessed of ample means. 



The Utility of Forests. 

By The Hon. F. Lawley. 



It can hardly be necessary that I 
should commence this article by 
showing what woods and forests 
are worth and what they mean to 
sportsmen all over the world. 
Every hunting man of experience 
knows that the big woodlands 
which are still to be found in 
nearly every hunting country in 
the United Kingdom are great 



• " A Manual of Forestry. '» By William Schlich, 
C.I.E., Ph.D., Principal Professor of Forestry 
at the Royal Indian Engineering College, Coopers 
Hill ; late Inspector General of Forests to the 
Government of India. London : Bradbury, Agnew 
and Co., Ltd., 8-xo, Bouverie Street. x89i6. 



reservoirs of foxes, and afford end- 
less opportunities for cub-hunting, 
or, in other words, for teaching 
young hounds their business, 
which would not otherwise be 
available. When first I became 
familiar as a boy with Doncaster 
Races, more than fifty years since, 
it was customary for frequenters of 
that superb meeting to repair to 
the scene of action some days, if 
not weeks, before the flag fell upon 
the first event. In the infancy of 
railways, the racehorses which 
were about to take part in the St. 



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[July 



Leger, the Cup (then quite as im- 
portant as the St. Leger), and the 
Champagne Stakes, walked to Don- 
caster, as the old sporting writers 
termed it, "on the hoof,'* and 
finished their preparation for the 
engagements incurred on their be- 
half by taking their gallops upon 
the ground where they would 
shortly be required to demonstrate 
their endurance and speed. Natur- 
ally, the human speculators who 
had already backed their respective 
favourites for much more money 
than is now betted by individuals, 
or who had laid large sums against 
the horses of others, drew near to 
the battlefield some days before 
first blood was drawn, in order to 
see and hear for themselves what 
was going on. 

Under these circumstances time 
occasionally hung heavy on their 
hands ; and, being anxious to get 
into condition for the rapidly 
approaching hunting season, some 
young and ardent spirits would 
imitate the example set by the 
great Lord Althorp (the name 
by which he was much better 
known than that of " Lord Spen- 
cer," which he bore from the death 
of his father, in 1834, ^^ ^^^ own 
death, in 1845), and would rise 
very early in the morning to go 
out cub-hunting with Mr. Fol- 
jambe. Lord Scarbrough, or the 
Badsworth Hounds. By noon 
the cub-hunters would return to 
Doncaster, not only with keenly- 
developed appetites, which threat- 
ened, as the Yankees say, ** to 
breed a famine" in their neigh- 
bourhood, but were also loud in 
their praises of the beautiful sylvan 
scenery which they found in the 
parks and woods of Sandbeck and 
Rufford Abbey, and along the 
valley of the Don. The rapidly- 
increasing population of the West 
Riding has, even within my 
memory, led to the destruction of 
many woodlands where the late 



Earl of Scarbrough, formerly 
better known as " Dick Lumley," 
of the 7th Hussars, and his friend, 
Dick Oliver, and the Hon. Stan- 
hope Hawke and his brother, 
Martin Hawke, hunted the fox. 
Through the same woods they and 
their congeners walked, muzzle- 
loaders in hand, beating the 
coverts in line, and halting to re- 
charge their guns when a shot had 
been fired ; behaving, in short, in 
what the fast and luxurious age 
with which Her Majesty's benefi- 
cent reign is closing would deem 
a remarkably tame and idiotic 
fashion. 

It is not, however, to sportsmen 
alone that I appeal when inviting 
attention to the able and suggestive 
book which has just been pubUshed 
by Messrs. Bradbury & Agnew. 
Everyone interested in the land 
and in its prosperity has, for many 
a year, been pained to see how 
universal the depression of agricul- 
ture, in all its branches, has be- 
come, and has Hstened with 
sanguine ears to suggestions how 
the hopeless rush of starving fami- 
lies from depopulated country 
parishes to overcrowded towns 
might be checked, if not stopped 
altogether. Even the wildest and 
most unpractical quack remedies 
by which agriculture might be 
revivified and the dispossessed 
swain enabled to get a living in 
the coimtry, have commanded 
respectful attention in quarters 
where their manifest unsoundness 
could not be tested by long and 
sage experience. Those, however^ 
who will be at the pains of reading 
and carefully digesting the volume 
which is now before me, will, I 
think, be of opinion that it deserves 
attention from minds which are 
capable of thinking for themselves 
and of giving the initiative to- 
others. It is quite obvious that 
within the compass of a short ar- 
ticle I can do no more than touch 



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THE UTILITY OF FORESTS. 



the fringes of an enormous subject. 
If I can succeed, however, in indu-. 
cing some few thinkers to read a 
book printed in large type and cov- 
ering less than 300 pages, some-* 
thing will have been gained. The 
author. Professor William Schlich, 
is, like most able men who are 
gifted with good reasoning powers, 
too modest to push himself and his 
work, as most of our successful 
modern novelists do, into the fierce 
light of day. That will have to be 
done for him by others; and I 
cannot commence better than by 
mentioning that the arguments of 
his book rest upon two funda- 
mental bases, which are these : — 

1. In 1894, ^^^ ^o^ some pre- 
ceding years, the amount of timber 
and of minor forest produce im- 
ported into the United Kingdom 
from abroad was annually worth 
close upon twenty- six million 
pounds sterling. Nearly all this 
timber and its accessories might 
be grown in these islands. 

2. The time is not far distant 
when two or three of oiu: principal 
sources of supply will, from various 
causes, send us greatly diminished 
contributions of that prime neces- 
sity of commerce and civilisation, 
timber ; so that, if nothing be done, 
we, in common with the rest of the 
civilised world, shall, before we 
know it, be brought face to face 
with that dire and dreaded 
calamity, a wood famine. 

In order to sharpen the appetite 
of my readers for further revela- 
tions, let me quote a couple of 
short passages from Dr. Schlich. 
Both are calm, unemotional state- 
ments, written, in fact, in a minor 
key. 

** The ever-increasing flow of 
people from the coimtry into the 
large towns is sure to become the 
most important question that the 
State will have to deal with in the 
early part of the coming century, 
and any measure now taken which 



will retard that movement must 
act most beneficially. Such a 
measure would be the afforestation 
of surplus lands, which would give 
additional work in the rural dis- 
tricts, and insure to many a more 
wholesome existence than awaits 
them in the slums of large towns, 
especially when want of work forces 
them to join the large army of the 
unemployed." Here is the other : 

"These and other allied ques- 
tions demand serious attention, as 
calculated materially to assist the 
United Kingdom in maintaining 
the proud position it now occupies 
in the world. The English nation 
could afford to rest on its oars for 
a time, because it was ahead of 
others ; but now the latter are 
coming up fast, and threaten to 
catch up, if not to pass. Great 
Britain. A fresh spurt on the 
latter's part is therefore urgently 
wanted, for standing still, beyond 
an occasional short rest, must 
inevitably end in defeat." 

It has frequently been asked by 
our detractors — and no nation has 
more — ** How comes it that Eng- 
land, the least quick-witted, the 
most unready, and the most un- 
scientific of nations, has ever become 
as wealthy, great and powerful as 
she is ? " The explanation may 
be given in a nutshell. It ^vill be 
found, in fact, in the exhaustive 
work of that gifted American, 
Captain Mahan, on ** The Influence 
of Sea-Power upon History." For 
the last two centuries England's 
command of the sea has enabled 
her to occupy and drive other sea- 
faring powers out of the waste 
places on the earth's surface, which 
are now the homes of powerful, 
opulent communities. Secondly, 
that same maritime supremacy 
kept Napoleon out of England, 
and preserved her from the 
ravages to which all the rest of 
Western Europe was a prey. In 
this way the ** fast-anchored isle " 



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[JOLY 



became the strong-box of the world, 
and her wealth advanced by leaps 
and bounds, until her manufac- 
turers began to be imitated by 
other nations where labour is 
cheaper, the hours of labour 
longer, and scientific appliances 
more in favour than with us, 
while, simultaneously, our agri- 
culture has ceased to pay. 

I have endeavoured to compress 
within a few lines the arguments 
which fill many chapters and 
many hundreds of pages in other 
works, and some of them works of 
genius. Here, however, is a pas- 
sage from Dr. Schlich, which 
shows the direction in which his 
mind travels : 

** The special facilities afforded 
to English industries by coal and 
iron, the insular position of the 
country, and the natural energy, and 
practical sense of the people, have 
made the United Kingdom the 
greatest manufacturing country in 
the world and have brought un- 
bounded wealth to the nation. As 
long as this condition lasted. State 
assistance was not wanted. But 
latterly it has been felt that out- 
side competition is steadily in- 
creasing, and that other nations 
are making more rapid progress 
than Britain. The attention of 
Englishmen has been increasingly 
directed towards discovering the 
causes which are gradually bring- 
ing about that change. It has 
been found that the technical 
education of the people has ad- 
vanced more rapidly in other 
countries than in Britain, thanks 
to judicious action on the part of 
State authorities. Englishmen, 
until lately, were averse to such 
action ; but now a change is taking 
place. Leading men and leading 
journals are calling loudly for State 
action, so as to prevent the ruining 
of many British industries threat- 
ened by the development of 
scientific research, technical in- 



struction, and judicious State 
action on the Continent." 

It has been publicly stated, for 
instance, by the Times that both in 
Germany and France it is held to be 
an essential part of the State's duty 
not only to second, but also to 
stimulate and direct the efforts of 
private enterprise. In Britain, 
State guidance is regarded with 
distrust and disfavour. The home 
industries languish from want of 
intelligent direction. But it is the 
obvious duty of a wise Government 
to take steps to counteract the folly 
of classes when and where it 
threatens the general interest. In 
one word. Great Britain stands in 
imminent danger of being beaten 
out of the most lucrative fields of 
commerce, simply because she 
does not recognise, while other 
nations do, the value of scientific 
organisation in the field, the work- 
shop, the laboratory, and the 
conduct of national policy. 

Now, it is the worst compliment 
that can possibly be paid to 
British sportsmen — in fact, it is 
an insult to their intelligence — to 
hold that such subjects are too 
serious and too dry to be treated 
in a ** Magazine of Sports and 
Pastimes." The very first in- 
terests which would feel the pinch 
of decUning national prosperity 
are those dearest to a sportsman's 
heart — yachting, the Turf, the 
himting field, the value of horses, 
ponies, hounds, and greyhoimds ; 
the rents paid for hunting-boxes 
and stables, for moors and mixed 
shooting, and for fishing ; the circu- 
lation of sporting newspapers and 
magazines; the prices at which 
landed estates would find pur- 
chasers ; the disbanded army — 
shall I say of camp-followers ? — to 
whom some existing sport or pas- 
time affords support. I beUeve it 
to be a calumny on the vast 
majority of sportsmen to say that 
they care only for a good tip as 



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to the winner of some rapidly- 
approaching race. Sportsmen are, 
for the most part, lovers of the 
country, and ever)rthing which 
helps agriculture helps them. For 
this and other reasons I trust 
that the arguments of Professor 
Schlich's persuasive ** Manual of 
Forestry '* will not be without in- 
fluence upon some of the readers 
of this Magazine. 

He begins by showing how im- 
becile has long been the action of 
our Government in relation to 
Schools of Forestry in this coun- 
try, and even now, when some 
slight attention has been drawn to 
the importance of the subject, how 
insufficient it still is. " Although 
Forestry has been practised tor 
centuries in Great Britain and 
Ireland, this branch of industry 
did not receive much attention 
imtil questions connected with the 
administration of the forests in 
India brought it into more promi- 
nent notice. In India nothing 
lasting or substantial was done 
until that great statesman, Lord 
Dalhousie, appointed Sir Dietrich 
Brandis Superintendent of Forests 
in Pegu. In 1862 Sir Dietrich 
was promoted to the newly-created 
post of Inspector-General of the 
Forests of India, and remained in 
this position until he went to 
England in 1883. When first he 
started operations, he had great 
difficulty in finding properly quali- 
fied assistants. Accordingly, when 
he proceeded to Europe on fur- 
lough in 1865, he made it his 
business to secure a regular supply 
of trained forest officers. Under 
his arrangements a number of 
selected young Englishmen were 
sent annually for 2 years and 8 
months to study Forestry on the 
Continent, half of them going to 
France, and half to Germany. 
Those who at the close of their 
studies passed the prescribed ex- 
amination were appointed to the 



Indian Forest Department as 
Assistant Conservators. The ar- 
rangements worked well at first, 
but gradually difficulties arose, so 
that in 1876 the students were 
withdrawn from Germany, the 
whole number being concentrated 
at Nancy, in France, imder the 
control of a special English officer." 

So matters went on until com- 
plaints arose as to the want of 
progress made by the students at 
Nancy, and it was determined to 
establish a forest school in Eng- 
land. After a lengthy discussion 
with Col. Pearson, the Secretary 
of State for India (Lord Kimber- 
ley) decided to start such a school 
in connection with the Indian 
Engineering College at Cooper^s 
Hill. Dr. Schlich was appointed 
in 1885 to organise the new school, 
and all the knowledge that he had 
acquired in India as Inspector- 
General of Forests was called 
into play. ** After twenty years 
of administrative work," he writes, 
** I found myself suddenly required 
to instruct in Forestry, and to 
write handbooks on the subject — 
a task beset by great difficulties. 
Although I had to some extent 
kept up with the progress of 
science while in India, I had now 
to commence earnest study in 
various directions. During the 
vacation I visited numerous forests 
in England, Scotland, Ireland, 
Germany, Austria, France, and 
Switzerland. Thus several years 
passed before I could venture to 
begin writing the desired books." 

The reader of Dr. Schlich's first 
volume, of which the second edi- 
tion has just appeared, must be a 
very unobservant and incompetent 
critic, or else he can have read 
very few books, if he fail to notice 
the great amount of labour and 
care thrown into his work by the 
accomplished author of this " Man- 
ual of Forestry." There is in it not 
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word is wanting. Moreover, no 
straining after effect, no attempt 
at fine writing can be discovered 
from the first to the last page ; 
and this can be said of very few 
modern English books, wherein 
smart and even slang phraseology 
is too often supposed to com- 
pensate for careless, inaccurate, 
and ungrammatical composition. 
The book deserves to be studied 
with minute attention, for I do not 
hesitate to designate it as the 
work of a statesman. Nor should 
we fail to notice that for the won- 
derfully and admirably complete 
system of Forestry which has 
long prevailed in the Indian 
dominions, England is mainly in- 
debted to Sir D. Brandis, a Dutch- 
man ; and that if (as may now be 
hoped) our English schools of 
forestry are destined hereafter to 
attain the same perfection which 
was long since reached in India, 
the credit will be principally due 
to Dr. SchHch, a German. 

The first page to which I would 
refer the diligent student is the 
fifty-fourth, in which he wilj find 
a table of the areas under forests 
in the chief European countries. 
Some of the figures are very 
striking, the following being the 
most noticeable : 

Forest Area 
Aira under per bead of 

Countries. Forests populatioD 

in acres. in acres. 

Russia in Europe . . 537,427,000 . . 6'i 

Sweden 43,366,000 ., 9*1 

Germany. 34,350,000 .. "8 

Austria Proper ... . 34,161,000 1*1 

France 30,750,000 . . '6 

Norway 18,920,000 .. 9*9 

Great Britain and 

Ireland 9,790,000 . . *i 

In Russia the forest area covers 
42 per cent, of the whole surface ; 
in Sweden 35 percent. ; in Austria 
33 j>er cent. ; in Germany 26 per 
cent. ; in France 16 per cent. ; and 
in Great Britain and Ireland only 
4 per cent. In other words, a 
smaller portion of the United 
Kingdom is covered with woods 
and forests than of any other 



European country, with the ex- 
ception of Denmark, where it is 
the same. It will be seen that of 
the above-named countries Russia, 
Sweden, and Norway have more 
forests than they require for their 
own population, and that the 
United Kingdom has a forest area 
wholly unable to supply its re- 
quirements in timber and minor 
forest produce. The result is 
shown by two other tables to be 
found at pages 92 and 102 of Dr. 
Schlich*s work which are too long 
for transcription here, but which 
afford materials for abundant and 
rather disquieting thought. 

The first of them shows that the 
annual value of timber imports 
into Great Britain and Ireland is 
close upon eighteen million pounds 
sterling, to which must be added 
what Dr. Schlich calls ** minor 
forest produce," the imports of 
which into these islands are of the 
further value of eight millions a 
year. To this amazing sum of 
twenty-six million pounds sterling 
a further addition must be made 
in the shape of wood pulp for the 
manufacture of paper, the annual 
value of which is about one million 
four hundred thousand pounds. 
Now it is Dr. Schlich*s conviction 
— it will be found at page 105 of 
this work — that out of this enor- 
mous sum of nearly twenty-eight 
million pounds, ** timber represent- 
ing a value of ;^i 8,000,000 might 
be grown in this coimtry." He 
adds : " These are large sums, and 
the question arises whether the 
land for their production is avail- 
able, and whether it would pay to 
grow timber in this country." 
Before attempting to find an 
answer to this crucial question, let 
me turn for a moment to the table 
which shows whence comes the 
timber now imported into the 
United Kingdom. 

It appears that from our own 
Colonies and other British posses- 



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sions our imports of timber were 
as follows : — 

LoAdft. Value. 

Canada and Newfound- 
land........ i,39'.»99 • • ;C3.55a,477 

WcKt Indies, Hondunut, 
and Guiana i9ti4> •• I46f347 

Gold Coast and Niger 
Protectorate 7.676 . . 66,847 

East Indies and Straits 
Settlement 43»a5« 437»37« 

Australa-sia la.aaa . . 65,771 

Other British Possessions 988 . . 5,744 



Total 1,474.477 • • ;C4.a74,484 

Now, it is evident that, if British 
North America be excluded, the 
timber contributions of our other 
Colonies to the mother country's 
voracious demands are insignifi- 
cant indeed. But the supplies 
drawn from British North America 
will not, as Dr. Schlich clearly 
shows, last much longer, the time 
being not far distant when all the 
timber that Canada and her 
dependencies can yield will be 
needed by her gigantic neighbour, 
the United States. 

Let us now turn to the supplies 
of timber sent here from foreign 
countries, as distinguished from 
our own Colonies. The largest 
contributors are as follows : — 

Loads. Value. 

Sweden 2,108,326 .. ;i 3,977,607 

Russia 3,000,000 . . 3,970,499 

United States 668, i8x . . 2,356,827 

Norway 760,471 .. 1,435,618 

Germany 353,053 •• 992.779 

France 705,513 .. 651,62a 

The total value of the timber 
supplies sent here from the above- 
named and from other foreign 
sources is about eighteen million 
pounds sterling annually ; so that 
in the event of a big war a wood 
famine would be one of the first 
trials experienced in these islands. 
But apart from war, how long 
will these timber supplies from 
foreign countries continue? Dr. 
Schlich answers this question in 
full at pages 112, 113, and 114. 
I have already spoken of the 
growing demands upon Canada 
made by the United States, where, 
despite the recent exports of tim- 
ber to this country in order to 



earn money, which the great 
Republic desperately needs, the 
forests are rapidly failing. Here 
are Dr. Schlich's remarks about 
the three European countries 
whence our largest timber supplies 
come. He writes thus ; — 

** In Sweden, Norway, and Russia 
the forest-conservancy measures 
so far introduced do not warrant 
a sustained yield from these 
countries. Of the Swedish forests 
only 20 per cent., and of the Nor- 
wegian only 12 per cent., belong 
to the State, while little control is 
exercised over the rest of the forest 
areas. The United Kingdom now 
receives nearly 6,000,000 loads 
from the three above-named 
countries, including wood used 
for paper pulp. No other coun- 
tries known at present could re- 
place the supplies hitherto re- 
ceived from the Baltic, if they 
should fail. India has nothing to 
spare ; Australia could do little or 
nothing to help ; and the African 
Colonies are as yet a terra incognita 
in this respect. On the whole, 
future supplies of timber to this 
country in sufficient quantity are 
by no means assured ; there is, in 
fact, so much doubt about their 
continuity that any wocds now 
planted in the United Kingdom 
may reasonably be expected to 
yield a fair return by the time they 
become ripe for the axe.** 

It remains for us to enquire 
whether England, Scotland, and 
Ireland have enough waste and 
otherwise unremunerative land 
to devote to the planting of 
forests, and especially fir forests ; 
for the bulk of wood requirements 
in this country consists of deal 
planks, as will be seen from this 
table :— 

Loads. Value. 

Fir 7,418,607 .. ;Cx4>3i3f999 

Oak 2^6,048 .. 1,156,848 

House Frames 150,000 .. 600,000 

Miscellaneous Wood .. 170,000 .. 470,000 

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answer is convincing. It is as 
follows : — 

'* The area of surplus land in 
the United Kingdom, including 
inland water, amounts to 14,266,225 
acres. Unfortunately it is not 
known how much is fit for plant- 
ing. As regards Ireland, the five 
and a quarter million acres given 
in the Agricultural Returns contain 
nearly four millions of turf bog, 
marsh, and barren mountain land. 
It may safely be assumed that two 
million acres of this area are fit 
for planting ; nor will it be exces- 
sive to assume that of the nine 
million surplus acres in Great 
Britain, another two million will 
be found suitable for plantation. 
Then there are twelve and a half 
million acres of mountain and 
heath land, which are classed as 
* rough grazing land.* Three- 
fourths are situated in the hilly 
parts of Scotland, and are partly 
used for shooting. It will, I think, 
be found that a fair portion of this 
might be planted without interfer- 
ing with grazing or shooting rents. 
Now, broadly speaking, an acre of 
land ought to produce from one to 
two loads of fir timber annually, 
and about one load of oak ; hence 
an area of about six million acres 
would suffice to produce the nine 
million loads of timber required 
for the United Kingdom." 

According to Dr. Schlich, the 
said six million acres ought to be 
easily forthcoming for planting 
purposes in these islands. But 
how are they to be planted ? This 
is the portion of Dr. Schlich's 
** Manual of Forestry " which de- 
mands to be studied with the 
closest attention, and, to my 
thinking, it occupies the most 
valuable pages of the book. The 
passage is too long to admit of 
quotation in extensOy but thus much 
1 cannot omit : — 

** Even with the best intentions, 
proprietors of surplus lands are 



not always in a position to plant. 
That operation involves an initial 
outlay which may not be at their 
disposal, and they must forego an 
income from the land, however 
small, until the plantations begin 
to yield a return. It is a question 
worth considering whether the 
State could not help by making 
suitable advances. The principle 
has already been admitted in the 
case of agricultural holdings, where 
the State advances money which 
is repaid, capital and interest, in a 
number of years by annual pay- 
ments of 5 per cent, on the 
amount advanced. The agricul- 
turist can do this, as he reaps his 
first crop at the end of a year. In 
the case of forests the returns do 
not commence until after a series 
of years, and many proprietors 
could not afford to pay at once 
5 per cent, on any advance 
made for the purpose of planting. 
To suit this difficulty advances 
might be made as follows : 

**(i) The amount advanced shall 
be sufficient, and not more, to 
meet the cost of draining, fencing, 
and planting. 

**(2) The proprietor shall pay 
2^ per cent, (the rate at which 
Government can borrow) annually 
on such advance, until the planta- 
tion begins to yield a return ; from 
which moment the annual pay- 
ment should be raised sufficiently 
to repay the capital and interest 
within a limited period. 

"(3) Government will have a 
lien on the plantation until the 
advance is paid back, and conse- 
quently a suitable control over the 
management. 

** It may not be out of place to 
explain here that such an arrange- 
ment would be specially accept- 
able to a proprietor who possesses 
already a certain area of woodland 
and surplus domain available for 
planting. Putting the latter under 
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II 



an early date more freely in the 
former, so that he could easily 
meet the interest on the loan with- 
out thereby endangering the sys- 
tematic and economic manage- 
ment of the whole estate. 

" Lastly, the State might ac- 
quire suitable lands and put them 
under forest. Ten years ago the 
author pointed out how such a 
measure might become a powerful 
auxiliary in settling the Irish land 
question, and what he then stated 
holds good to-day. Now, however, 
the agricultural shoe is also pinch- 
ing Great Britain severely, and in 
many cases blocks of land might 
be acquired and added to the 
Crown estates, which would other- 
wise remain useless, or nearly so.*' 

Apart from or concurrently 
with the value of timber grown 
at home, we should bear in mind 
the immense benefit which the 
afforestation of waste lands would 
confer upon a very considerable 
portion of our rural population. 
Dr. Schlich's calculation is that if 
the area of forest in these islands 
were increased by six million 
acres in the next twenty years, it 
would be necessary to plant some 
three hundred thousand acres 
annually, which would employ, at 
the rate of one labourer for twenty 
acres, at least fifteen thousand 
labourers, representing a popula- 
lation of seventy-five thousand 
persons. After the new forests 
had been created, they would 
give steady employment to about 
100,000 labourers, corresponding 
to a population of half a million 
persons, in addition to which the 
special forest industries which 
they would create must not be 
lost sight of, and a very consider- 
able amount of labour is wanted 
for fashioning and transporting 
timber. If, however, adds Dr. 
Schlich, large numbers of people 
are out of work, it would be judi- 
cious to give them employment 



by afforesting waste lands — a con- 
sideration which is of special 
importance in Ireland. Forest 
operations and the work which 
they entail can be made to fit in 
with the field labour of the agri- 
cultural hind, and also with that 
of the small cultivator, especially 
in the poorer parts of the country. 
In this way opportunities would . 
be afforded to field labourers and 
working farmers to earn a day's 
wages in the forest, which would 
be a substantial help towards pay- 
ing rent and taxes. As regards 
Ireland, afforestation would prove 
a useful auxiliary in solving the 
land question and bringing con- 
tentedness to what O'Connell used 
to call ** the finest pisantry in the 
world." 

Thus far little enough has been 
done by the English Government 
to make preparation for diffusing a 
knowledge of scientific forestry 
among British subjects, at home 
and in the Colonies. There is a 
fully-equipped forest-school con- 
nected with the Royal Indian 
Engineering College at Cooper's 
Hill, where candidates for the 
Indian forest service, and occasion- 
ally for the Colonies, are educated. 
A commencement in the direction 
of forest-education has also been 
made at Edinburgh, Durham, and 
a few other places, and small 
grants-in-aid have been made by 
Government towards some of these 
institutions. ** It cannot, how- 
ever," writes Dr. Schlich, ** be 
maintained that these institutions 
meet the requirements of the case. 
Hitherto British woodlands have 
been treated more from an aesthetic 
point of view than for profit. None 
of the existing establishments, 
where wood managers for employ- 
ment in Britain are now being 
educated, are in a position to teach 
scientific and systematic forestry 
as it is understood in France and 
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has been brought to the highest 
state of development. Steps should 
at once be taken to start and equip 
forest schools, where students 
might attain that proficiency which 
alone insures favourable financial 
results.*' 

Thus far I have entered, I fear, 
too fully into details and figures, 
which are notoriously distasteful 
to surface - skimming readers. 
What I have said, however, is 
designed (sanguine though my 
hopes will generally be regarded 
as being) to catch the attention of 
a few experts in forestry, among 
whom Sir Herbert Maxwell, M. P., 
is the most conspicuous of those 
known to me. His excellent 
magazine articles on this engaging 
subject show him to be thoroughly 
conversant with the management 
of nursery saplings, and to be as 
great an enthusiast about trees as 
Mr. Ruskin and the late Sir 

{oseph Paxton. No stranger to 
fawarden Castle can often have 
walked with his distinguished host, 
Mr. Gladstone, about the park 
and pleasure grounds of that 
beautiful country seat of the 
Glynn family, without being 
shown the gnarled roots of an old 
beech tree upon which Mr. Ruskin 
knelt down to express his reveren- 
tial admiration. The spot is still 
shown, close to the entrance into 
Norbury Park, near Dorking, 
where Sir Joseph Paxton, accom- 
panied by the late Mr. Charles 
Mackay, threw his arms round a 
majestic oak and kissed the bark, 
apologising all the time to his 
companion (who, by the way, 
needed no apologies), for the ex- 
cess of his zeal as a tree-worshipper. 
If the attentien of Sir Herbert 
Maxwell should be drawn to Dr. 
Schlich's book, we shall, I hope, 
have some comments upon it from 
Sir Herbert's active and graceful 
pen, which is equally happy be 
the subject that it touches (and 



few public writers touch more) 
what it may. 

One enemy of young trees has, 
if I am not mistaken, been un- 
noticed by Dr. Schlich, although 
the dangers to which his lealy 
clients are exposed from the teeth 
of rabbits ought, I think, to be 
pointed out, and if possible guarded 
against by all planters of saplings. 
That these dangers are very con- 
siderable can be denied by no one, 
and here is what that great 
authority on sylviculture, Mr. 
Francis George Heath, has to say 
upon the subject in his " Tree 
Gossip," published in 1885. Mr. 
Heath remarks : — 

** The lowly rabbit is generally 
regarded as a feeder upon short 
herbage; but those who have 
much to do with trees know full 
well that these prolific and abun- 
dant rodents live largely upon 
young sapHngs, and make sad 
havoc in copses, gnawing at the 
young bark and at every part of 
the branches within their reach." 
It is even said in Scotland that 
rabbits spoil every young tree 
except those few specimens which 
are no good either to man or 
beast. Numerous prophylactics 
have been tried in many countries 
with varied success, the best of 
all being, I believe, the surround- 
ing of young plantations with 
cheap wire fencing, sufficiently 
high to prevent the rabbits from 
jumping over it, and with an apron 
of wire a yard broad sunk below 
ground and turned outwards, so as 
to make it impossible for these 
active little pests to burrow under 
the fencing. This is the remedy 
suggested by the present Earl of 
Wemyss, who is said to hold in 
constant remembrance the advice 
given to his son by ** Dumbiedikes " 
in '*The Heart of Midlothian," 
recommending him, when he had 
nothing else to do, ** to be aye 
sticking in a tree ; it'll be be grow- 
ing when thou'rt sleeping." 



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Not only the planter of a young 
tree, but generations upon genera- 
tions of his successors, will be 
sleeping and forgotten before the 
venerable trunk decays and dies 
which he originally " stuck in " 
as a tiny sapling. In Sir Francis 
H. Doyle's delightful book, called 
" Reminiscences and Opinions," 
allusion is made to the daring 
anticipations of some obscure 
young poet, who expressed a hope 
that the verses sent forth by him 
into the world would outlive some 
famous oak in Bedfordshire. A 
few days later Sir Francis was 
seated in Lord Wensleydale*s car- 
riage in company with that illus- 
trious Judge. They passed by 
the very tree indicated in the 
above-named audacious verses, 
and Lord Wensleydale turned 
round to his appreciative com- 
panion, and exclaimed, with a 
twinkle in his eye, 

'* I'll bet a thousand pounds, and time will 
show it, 
That the stout oak outlasts the feeble 
poet." 

N one indeed but the very greatest 
poets that ever Hved, the immortals 
of their fraternity, can hope to out- 
live the yew, the oak, the cedar, 
the lime, the plane, or the cypress, 
if the longevity of those trees and 
of some others be correctly given 
by Mr. Heath, although Dr. 
Schlich's estimate is much lower. 
Mr. Heath remarks that approxi- 
mation to the exact age attained 
by trees is all that he can hope to 
reach, but that his approximate 
guess is as follows : — 

** The cedar has been known to 
Hve 2,000 years; the oak 1,500; 
the yew 3,200; the spruce 1,200 ; 
the lime 1,100; the plane 1,000; 
the walnut goo ; the olive 800 ; the 
cypress 800 ; the orange 630 ; the 
larch 570." 

There is something to rouse 
and inspire even the least ima- 
ginative minds in the thought that 



trees which are still living in 
these islands may, and in some 
cases must, have looked down 
upon William the Conqueror and 
WilHam Rufus, upon Richard 
Coeur de Lion and John of Gaunt, 
upon Warwick the Kingmaker 
and Richard the Third, upon 
Cromwell and Prince Rupert as 
they rode beneath the same um- 
brageous branches which are still 
extended to keep off the sun's 
ardent rays on a hot summer day. 
Moreover, the forests of England 
symbolise the earliest traces of 
religion or superstition which can 
be found in these islands. ** The 
Druids," says Hume, the his- 
torian, *' practised their rites in 
dark, impenetrable groves, where 
they offered up human sacrifices 
to their divinities, to whom they 
also dedicated the spoils of war, 
and also their choicest treasures, 
which were kept in dense forests 
and secured by no other guard 
than the mystic terrors of their 
gloomy religion." Long before 
the introduction of Christianity 
into these islands, the Druids 
were the first to preach the im- 
mortality of the human soul. It 
is impossible for anyone of reflec- 
tive mind to wander through an 
old wood without his imagination 
bodying forth the strange scenes 
and historical figures which some 
of those hoary trunks around him 
must have contemplated hundreds 
of years before. Thoughts of this 
kind invest forests with a romance 
which attaches to no other natural 
object, and cannot be overlooked 
when we are told that all over the 
world trees are being cut down 
with such ignorant recklessness 
that before long their wanton 
destruction will make itself felt 
with terrible and disastrous con- 
sequences to all civilised nations. 

It is not, however, with a view 
to calling the attention of landlords 
and agriculturists to Dr. Schlich's 



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interesting ** Manual of Forestry '* 
that this article has been written. 
The readers of this magazine are 
almost without exception sports- 
men, or interested in sports : and 
to them I offer, in conclusion, the 
following brief extract from Dr. 
Schlich's warning pages : — 

"It will be seen that a fair field 
for judicious enterprise exists in 
the extension of the woodlands of 
Great Britain and Ireland on 
areas which do not yield a fair 
return if cultivated for field crops, 



or used as pastures, or as deer 
and game preserves. As regards 
the latter, aflforestation will increase 
the returns now derived from such 
lands." 

It is not too much to say, finally, 
that every open air sport in this 
country will gradually wither and 
die unless — better late than never 
— the area under forests is in- 
creased and managed according to 
the scientific rules of forestry 
which happily prevail in France, 
Germany, and India. 



Royalty and Sport. 



Yes; it has come off! You feel 
an indescribable throb of delight 
when something, which, perhaps, 
for a long time has filled you with 
hopes and fears— something of 
absorbing interest to you — has 
come to pass, all quite as you 
wished it to do. That electrical 
personal feeling — the ephemeral 
happiness of to-day — how sweet 
it is ! It seems to foster all that 
is generous and good in us, and 
panders to our self-conscious 
pride, even if it does not lead to 
an elation beyond its due. It may 
be that this happy event is not 
personal, and yet its joy is re- 
flected on us because it has hap- 
pened to one we love to honour. 
The very fact of otliers joining in 
it redoubles its lustre. If a great 
and popular nobleman wins the 
Derby he is proud of himself and 
we are proud of him ; but when 
our Prince of Wales wins the 
Derby, we are, one and all, sports- 
men and non-sportsmen, irrespec- 
tive of our class, touched, aye, 
filled with that electrical, imper- 
sonal happiness which seems by 
right to be ours as well as his, and 



feel that we ought to share to the 
full in the sweetness of his success. 
Surely no nation under the sun 
could enter so unreservedly into 
the joy of this great victory of the 
Prince of Wales in gaining the 
Blue Riband of the Turf, which 
will ever make the year 1896 
famous in sporting annals, than 
we can. Loyalty is not only a 
part of our creed ; it is the essence 
of our national and social happi- 
ness ; and thus, when the occasion 
demands it, we never fail to burst 
out in unbounded hurrahs, such as 
rung out on Epsom Downs on the 
Derby Day. This was genuine 
British outpouring of hearts, such 
as no sportsman who witnessed it 
will ever forget. And still those 
cheers are re-echoing throughout 
our Colonial world, even to the 
beleaguered Buluwayo, another 
proof (if, indeed, such be wanting) 
of the imion of hearts among loyal 
Britons throughout the world. 
And why should we not hand 
down its memory to ages yet 
unborn in the pages of Baily ? 
for is it not more than a century 
since a similar feat was accom- 



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15 



plished, and then by a Prince not 
half so beloved as he who not only 
owned but also bred Persimmon ? 
** A sweet American date tree, we 
reckon," a Yankee tells us, is the 
meaning of his name, and I advise 
my readers to send across the 
Atlantic for some more of its seed 
forthwith. 

And such a race it was, too, 
worth going many a mile to see 
Here we had two colts who, from 
their earliest dSbut last season 
until its close, stood out as cham- 
pions of their year, putting far 
into the shade all the second and 
third-raters that essayed to oppose 
them ; indeed, the Derby this year 
may have been said to have re- 
solved itself into a match, and all 
that worth, condition, and jockey- 
ship could do was there to add to 
its interest and lustre. St. Frus- 
quin held the palm for speed and 
undeniable gameness — an honest 
and worthy champion. The ques- 
tion on every knowing sportsman's 
lips was. Could Persimmon out- 
stride and outstay his foe in a 
strongly-run race over a longer 
course than that he had in vain 
attempted to do at Newmarket 
last autumn ? The hard ground 
must be judged as telling against 
Persimmon — the bigger horse — 
while against this it is only fair 
to consider that the latter was the 
fresher horse, and trained to the 
hour for this race only. Tom 
Loates, on St. Frusquin, had de- 
termined to force the pace, but 
there sat Watts, patiently waiting 
until he could fairly make the 
stride of his grand colt tell in the 
straight run home, and then the 
tussle fairly began. It reminded 
me of the famous fight between 
Sir Hugo and La Fleche, there 
was the same unflinching game- 
ness on the side of the lesser 
horse; and yet at Epsom, perhaps, 
more than on any other course, 
the length of stride tells; and, 



amidst the breathless excitement 
of the multitude, the Royal colours 
slowly forged ahead in the last 
hundred yards, and Great Britain 
rejoiced, not because such a noble 
horse as St. Frusquin was beaten, 
but because the Prince had won. 

I take no glory to myself for 
having exclaimed, when Persim- 
mon made his debut at Ascot that 
I had looked over a probable 
winner of the Derby ; for Per- 
simmon then filled the eye as a 
most worthy youngster, quite the 
best looking son of St. Simon yet 
foaled ; and then through his 
dam's Melbourne blood he gets 
those long ears, almost inclined to 
lop, which some people do not 
like, but which I confess to being 
in love with, for was it not that 
bit of Melbourne's staunchness 
which brought him home at 
Epsom with those long sweeping 
strides that racing-men love so 
well ? Better shoulders, too, as 
well as forelegs, has he than St. 
Frusquin for coming down the 
hill. How proud the noble 
Master of the Horsemust be of hav- 
ing foreseen the value of the com- 
bined blood of Blacklock, Touch- 
stone, and Melbourne, when he 
imported Carbine, the son of 
Musket, from Australia. Thus, 
and thus only, in my humble 
judgment, can the want of bone 
in the St. Simons' be redressed, 
and our racehorses of the future 
made fit to run over distances 
beyond a mile. Now perhaps the 
Jockey Club will lay themselves 
out to encourage once more some 
longer races, aided by His Royal 
Highness, the proud possessor of 
two of the best stayers, probably, 
in England — Florizel II. and Per- 
simmon. In what more effective 
way could this Royal victory be 
commemorated than by the estab- 
lishment of three great two-mile 
weigh t-for-age races — one at New- 
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Goodwood in the summer, and 
the third at Kempton in the 
autumn, thus supplementing Ep- 
som and Ascot and the autumn 
handicap, the Caesarwitch at 
Newmarket ? 

The Turf at the present day is 
enjoying a prosperity which, when 
its history comes to be written, 
will be one of the wonders of the 
now closing century. Not only is 
it the sport of the rich, but also 
of men of the highest worth and 
popularity amongst us, all aiming 
towards its most glorious attri- 
butes. What more can the sport- 
ing instincts of our nation require 
than its maintenance on this high 
standard ? On this prosperity 
follow rich stakes, immense sums 
invested in its development, and 
the enormous value of good 
horses, from the first day they 
are born until their old age. 
That this happy state of things 
may continue the nation is deeply 
interested in knowing, and this is 
why the enlistment of Royalty in 
our sport is of such untold value 
to us all, more, probably, than 
some narrow-minded people are 
disposed to admit. What a 
stimulus will it give to horse 
breeding — what an encourage- 
ment to the spending of money 
by our aristocracy at home in- 
stead of abroad, competing with 
Royalty for some of the great 
prizes of the Turf ! What encou- 
ragement to the foreigners to come 
and bid for our best blood stock 1 
What an incitement to our colo- 
nies to send us some more of their 
great stayers — some like Fisher- 
man, for instance — and to copy 
our high standard of racing. 

What better object lesson can 
we have on this head than in what 
happened on the Oaks day, when 
Lord Derby defeated His Royal 
Highness the Prince of Wales in 
the chief race — curiously enough 
a race founded by his lordship's 



ancestor, and even older than the 
Derby ? Here Prince, Peer, and 
Commoner can meet in honour- 
able rivalry, and the best man 
wins. There is nothing enervat- 
ing or unhealthy about this. 
None of our great votaries of the 
Turf now-a-days depend upon 
betting for their success. Their 
motives are far above this, and 
give a tone to the sport which 
nothing that its detractors can say 
or do will be able to mar or be- 
smudge. 

In order to illustrate what the 
patronage of Royalty has done for 
the Turf in by-gone days we must 
go back nearly one hundred and 
forty years, when he Duke of 
Cumberland, the ct »^brated uncle 
of our good King George the 
Third, was Ranger of Windsor 
Park, and establisi.^d a breed- 
ing stud. A spo» ing writer, 
early in the present century, 
tells us that to his indefatigable 
exertions the present generation 
stands indebted for the vari- 
ous judicious crosses which have 
brought the breed of blood 
horses to such a state of unpre- 
cedented perfection ; and the origin 
of all the most valuable stallions 
now in the Kingdom centre in 
the happy combination of his 
efforts to produce superiority. 
Crab, Marske, Herod, and 
Eclipse, were amongst the most 
celebrated of his own breed, to 
which were annexed a very long 
list of progeny that by his death, 
and by the ** fascinating flourish 
of the hammer," were scattered to 
all the winds of heaven. The 
same writer mentions the fact 
that Echpse was so called from 
the circumstance of his being 
foaled during the great Eclipse 
of 1764, or real "darkness visi- 
ble." To the Duke of Cumber- 
land we are supposed to owe the 
race course at Ascot, and, just 
as he had completed this favourite 



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and predominant object of his life, 
he was suddenly called away in 
1765. We are still reaping the 
benefit of the priceless blood 
which the Duke of Cumberland 
left us, and I am not emulat- 
ing the prophets when I ask all 
readers of Baily to look forward 
to the progeny of Florizel II. and 
Persimmon doing like service for 
the nation in the twentieth cen- 
tury. The sporting Duke to 
whom I have alluded died a 
comparatively young man, at the 
age of forty-five ; but we all trust 
that our present beloved Prince 
will be spared to us for many a 
year, and that in due time as 
reigning Monarch he will make 
the influence of his patronage of 
sport felt wherever the English 
language is spoken throughout 
the world. 

There was this year no Royal 
procession at Ascot, which is to 
be lamented, seeing that it would 
have formed another opportunity 
for a demonstration such as has pro- 
bably never before been witnessed 
on that Royal course, showing our 
appreciation as sportsmen of Per- 
simmon's victory. Nevertheless, 
we hope that it will be the fore- 
runner of many improvements 
much needed at Ascot, and that 
this lovely spot will in a few years 
be worthy in every way of its 
Royal name and sport. Let it 
never be forgotten that racing is a 
national sport, and therefore that 
every loyal subject should be 
catered for on its courses. Thus 
will its votaries increase, and not 
only increase, but learn to appre- 
ciate its best qualities and to aid 
in upholding them. 

With all this cheering prospect 
before us in Turf annals, let me 
sound one note of warning to 
breeders of thorough -bred stock 
— an important one, I think — 
" Give up breeding from unsound 
mares or horses." Almost every 

VOL. Lxvi. — NO. 437. 



filly, whether she can race or not, 
whether she has no legs or feet, 
or is unsound in her wind, or is vile 
in her temper, goes to help to 
choke up the Stud Book with bad 
animals. ** Oh," says the breeder, 
"look at her breeding." Yes, 
they are most of them well bred 
enough, but remember that like 
begets like in horse breeding, even 
to the second and third genera- 
tion, and those who wish to excel 
in racing must now-a-days possess 
good ones, and buyers will annu- 
ally become more fastidious and 
careful in making their selections. 
Persimmons and St. Frusquins 
are not picked up every day ; but 
when found, what indeed is their 
value ? Oh, that breeders would 
remember this, and shoot their 
bad mares, rather than draft 
them ! 

Another move would go much 
to purify the Turf, and not only 
the Turf, but the Stud Book also, 
and that is the altering of colts 
found unequal to rank as second or 
third-raters on a race course. I 
am persuaded that if we had more 
geldings, and fewer entire horses 
of this description, we should find 
the advantage of it, not only on a 
race course, but afterwards over 
the steeplechase courses, and in 
the hunting field ; and, further 
than this, our country districts 
would not be flooded by the bad 
and unsound horses that now 
infest them. Even beyond this 
also, the owners themselves 
would be benefited, as for gene- 
ral purposes a gelding is more 
valuable; he lasts longer on his 
legs, and very often becomes an 
excellent racehorse. Thus the 
high class of our sires will be pro- 
tected, and we shall not be over- 
producing, the ever recurring 
danger of popularity in sport, as 
in trade or agriculture. 

But I must not enter so fully 
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as I should like. It is one that 
our leading Turfites, from Royalty 
downwards, should take seriously 
to heart, remembering that the 
force of example in high places 
goes far to rule the habits of a 
nation. 

The Jockey Club has a fine 
field before it for usefulness and 
necessary examples of reform, in 
which, I am sure. His Royal 
Highnefes will take his part with 
zest and pleasure. It is not too 



much to say of him, as the poet 
did of his honoured great grand- 
father, George the Third : — 

" To arts, as arms, thy genius led the way. 

And the glad olive mingled with the 
bay; 

Of social life, too, thine the faultless 
plan, 

Foes warmed to friends, and man ac- 
knowledged man. 

Fair times, when monarchy is happi- 
ness— 

When rule is freedom, and when power 
can bless." 

Borderer. 



Animal Painters. 

XVI.— DEAN WOLSTENHOLME. 
By Sir Walter Gilbey, Bart. 



In the great diversity of associa- 
tions presented in the works of our 
English painters, we are inclined 
to think that there are few which 
commend themselves to us with 
greater interest than those con- 
nected with the rural life and 
rustic scenes of our own country. 
And when to these are added the 
graphic representations of the 
sporting, pursuits which have so 
long prevailed in this ** muscular " 
England of ours, there is a com- 
pleteness of subject for the heart 
as well as the eye to feast upon, 
as it awakens that spirit of sp>ort 
which is more or less inherent in 
every true Englishman. 

In the works of the two Wol- 
stenholmes, father and son, now 
being brought under review, we 
find this distinguishing character- 
istic present in a marked degree, 
creating an attachment very plea- 
sant to cultivate. As they both 
bore the name of Dean, and painted 
similar subjects in a similar style, 
it has been found necessary to 



adopt care in identifying correctly , 
the hand of the father from that 
of the son, as the signatures at 
tached to their pictures are often 
very nearly alike in every re* 
spect. 

Adopting the natural order of 
events, we shall first consider some 
of the works of the father which, 
in our opinion, entitle him to be 
placed among the important 
animal and sporting painters of 
the period. 

Dean Wolstenholme was born 
in Yorkshire, in 1757. Most of his 
early life was spent in Essex and 
Hertfordshire, as he resided re* 
spect ively at Cheshunt, Tumford, 
and Waltham Abbey. He was a 
most enthusiastic sportsman and 
lover of animals, especially of dogs 
and horses, and his particular 
delights were in fox-hunting and 
coursing; hence a great number 
of his pictures are devoted to 
these subjects. Possessed of in- 
dependent means, he freely fol- 
lowed his favourite sports, occa- 







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sionally painting portraits of horses 
and hounds, and also producing 
representations of a few sporting 
subjects. It was the prediction of 
Sir Joshua Reynolds, as he once 
told him, that he would be a 
painter in earnest before he died. 
It was not long before this pro- 
phecy came to be realised, for in 
1793 he became involved in law 
proceedings relating to the title of 
a property he had bought at 
Waltham. After fighting three 
Chancery suits, and finally losing 
the day, he was left with very 
slender resources and a large 
family to provide for. These cir- 
cumstances induced him to set to 
work in earnest, and led him to 
adopt painting as a profession. 

About the year 1800, he came 
to London, and settled in East 
Street, Red Lion Square. He 
was nearly fifty years of age when 
he exhibited his first picture at 
the Royal Academy in 1803, the 
subject of which, in accordance 
with his natural love of sport, was 
** Coursing." From the inter- 
esting interleaved catalogues of 
the Royal Academy, which Mr. 
Anderden bequeathed to the Bri- 
tish Museum, we have selected a 
list of Wolstenholme's pictures to 
accompany this article, wherein 
will be seen some interesting notes 
by that gentleman in reference to 
some of his pictures. Iri that list 
will be found a note by Mr. An- 
derden against a picture exhibited 
in 1806. This picture was an 
equestrian portrait of John Gold- 
ham, Field-Adjutant of the Lon- 
don Cavalry, going through the 
six divisions of broad-sword exer- 
cise, with a sabre in each hand, 
when riding at the rate of thirty 
miles an hour, for a bet of 200 
guineas. He won the wager, and 
afterwards went through one of 
the divisions while going over a 
five-barred gate. There was a 
fine engraving of this picture 



taken by J. W. Reynolds, and a 
small engraved plate by Edwards 
may be seen in the Sporting Maga- 
zine of January, 1806. 

He painted several sets of hunt- 
ing, shooting, and coursing scenes, 
many of which were engraved by 
Sutherland, Bromley, and his son, 
Dean Wolstenholme, Junr. ^bfC 

Most of his pictures were painted 
direct from Nature, and all the 
landscapes are faithful views of 
the country he loved so well. 
Many of his subjects were in- 
spired by the hunting songs of the 
day, which he was fond of singing 
with a few jovial sporting com- 
panions, never failing to join heartily 
in the soul- stirring chorus, so dear 
to all fox-hunters, ** Tally-ho ! 
Harkaway ! " One of these picture 
sets comprises " Fox-hunting *' in 
four scenes, afterwards engraved 
by Sutherland ; " The High- 
Mettled Racer Sold to the 
Hounds," ** The Joys of Cours- 
ing," and the '* Death of Tom 
Moody," engraved by Dean Wol- 
stenholme's son. This last picture 
represents the "Six Crafty Earth 
Stoppers giving the Final View 
Holloa over the Grave." 

The specimen of his work 
selected to accompany this article 
is entitled, " Lord's Wood, Lead- 
ing Roding, Essex. High Easter 
Church in the distance." It gives 
portraits of Mr. G. M. Box on 
"Grey Pilot," and Mr.W. H. Box 
on " Sally," the hounds, being 
from the pack of John Conyers, 
of Copt Hall, Essex. Under- 
neath are the following lines 
from Somerville's poem, ** The 
Chase": — 

" Hark ! on the drag I hear. 
Their doubtful notes, preluding to a cry 
More nobly full, and swelled with every 

mouth, 
As struggling armies, at the trumpet's voice. 
Press to their standard ; hither all repair, 
And hurry through the woods with hasty 

step, 
Rustling and full of hope." 



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A set of four shooting subjects 
— " Going Out/* ** Game Found," 
**Dogs Bringing the Game," and 
" Refreshing " — which were en- 
graved by Himeley, are quite 
worthy of being mentioned among 
his many interesting works. 

The following is the list above 
referred to from the ** Anderden " 
interleaved catalogues of the 
Royal Academy Exhibition : — 

Year of 

exhibit. 

1803 Coursing^. 

1804 Fox Hunting. 

1805 The Epping Forest Hunt. 

1806 Hounds running gallantly into a Fox 

in view. 

1806 Portrait of Mr. J. Goldham, perform- 
ing the Austrian Broadsword Exer- 
cise wiih two Swords at speed. 
Note by Mr. J. H. Anderden. — 
" I have seen this man cutting 
away right and left, his horse in 
full gallop at the lime. He was a 
trooper in the London Volunteer 
Yeomaniy, of which my father was 
Colonel -Commandant. 

1806 Hounds drawing cover and just 
finding. 

1806 View of the Interior of Mr. Harrison's 

Veterinary Shop. Horses Shoeing, 
&c. 

1807 View of the Golden Lane Genuine 

Beer Brewery. 

1808 Portrait of Pilot, formerly the pro- 

perty of Mr. Lade. 

1808 View of. the Interior of the Six-stall 

Stable at the Finsbury Repository. 

1809 The Chase. 

1809 Digging the Fox from Earth. 

1809 Portrait of a Charger belonging to an 

Officer in the City of London Light 

Horse. 

1809 The Leap of the Stag. 

1810 Return from Fox-hunting by Moon- 

light. 

1 810 Portraits of Horses belonging to a 
Stage Coach Changing Horses on 
the Edmonton Road. 

1810 Retwrn from Hunting by Moonlight. 

1 810 Portraits of two Horses, a Dray 
Horse, the property of H. Meux, 
Esq., and Hunters and Hounds 
stopping to refresh at a Public- 
house returning from Hunting. 

1 81 3 Portrait of an old Horse, the Pro- 
irty of the late C. S. Chauncey, 



. perty 
,Esq., 



Cheshunt, Hertfordshire. 



Year of 

exhibit. 

1813 Portrait of Horse and Dog, the pro- 
perly of Mr. Fuller, Tooting, 
Surrey. 

1813 Portraits of Pointers belonging to 
C. Chauncey, Esq., Little Munden, 
Hertfordshire. 

18 1 3 Portrait of Mr. Jolliflfe's Hounds and 

Horses waiting an Appointment at 
Merstham Church, now in posses- 
sion of Lord Hylton ; also another 
of his pictures. Col. Jolliffe and 
Hounds. Note by J. H. Ander- 
den. Esq. — ** How often have I 
waited at Merstham for these 
hounds and their gentleman-like 
Master ! " 

1 8 14 Portrait of a Hertfordshire Sheep, 

the property of Mr. J. Clarke, of 
Littley Park, allowed by judges to 
be the largest ever seen. 
1819 Portrait of Belfont, a fast trotter, the 
property of a Gentleman. 

1819 Portrait of a Gentleman and his Son, 

wailing in cover. Hounds finding. 

1820 View of a Gentleman's Residence in 

Surrey, with Portraits of favourite 
Cattle. 
1824 View of the Interior of the Riding 
School belonging to the Light 
Horse Volunteers, with portraits of 
horses, &c. 

He painted very little after 1826, 
and nearly all the works signed 
Dean Wolstenholnie after this 
date are by his son, who had 
closely followed his father's lead, 
and had become by that time a 
successful painter and engraver. 

He died in 1837, at the age of 
80, and was buried in the Old 
Saint Pancras Churchyard. He 
cannot be ranked as a first-class 
artist, nor compared in order of 
merit with many of the animal 
and sporting painters of the period 
in which he lived ; but there is a 
style and truthfulness in his works 
which impress us with genuine 
admiration, captivating attention 
by their delightful simplicity, 
which seems to touch and to fill 
us with a refined interest in many 
of those scenes and enjoyments 
which so especially belong to the 
land we live in. 




DEAN WO LSTEN HOLME. 



1896.] THE HUNDRED BEST PATTERNS OF FLOATING FLIES. 



23 



The Hundred Best Patterns of Floating 

Flies. 



II. 



GROUP I.— IMITATIONS OF 
NATURAL INSECTS. 

SECTION III.— BLUE DUNS. 

No. 18. — Detached Iron Blue. 

Wings. — Tpm-tit tail. 

Body and Whisk. — Detached — a thin 
slip of indiarubber worked 
over a doubled split bristle 
dyed in Crawshaw's purple, 
and three or four strands of 
dark undyed Gallina for whisk. 

HackUs. — Two dark honey dun 
cock hackles. 

Hook. — 000 or 00. 

No. 19. — Purple Quill Bodied 

Iron Blue. 
Wings. — Tom-tit tail. 
Body. — Condor dyed in Crawshaw's 

purple. 
Hackles. — Two dark honey dun 

cock hackles. 
Whisk. — Dark undyed Gallina. 
Hook. — 000 or 00. 

An improvement on the " Iron 
Blue A," No. 15 of ** Floating 
Flies." 

No. 20. — Hackle Purple Quill 

Bodied Iron Blue. 
Head Hackle. — Dark blue dun hen. 
Shoulder Hackle. — Dark honey dun 

cock. 
Body and Whisk. — As No. 19. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

No. 21. — Mole Fur Bodied Iron 
Blue. 

Wings. — Tom-tit tail. 

Hackles. — Two dark honey dun 
cock hackles. 

Body. — Mole fur ribbed with prim- 
rose silk. 



Whisk. — Undyed dark Gallina. 
Hook.— 000 or 00. 

No. 22. — Olive Quill Bodied 
Iron Blue. 

Wings. — Tom -tit tail. 

Hackles. — Two cock hackles dyed 
in Crawshaw's brown olive. 

Body. — Condor or peacock dyed in 
Crawshaw's brown olive. 

Whisk.— GdXXmdL dyed in Craw- 
shaw's brown olive. 

Hook. — 000 or 00. 

No. 23. — Adjutant Blue. 

Wings. — Coot. 

Hackles. — Two dark honey dun 

cock hackles. 
Body. — A strand of adjutant wing 

or tail. 
Whisk. — Undyed dark Gallina. 
Hook. — 000 to 00. 

No. 24. — Hackle Adjutant Blue. 

Head Hackle. — A dark blue dun 

hen. 
Shoulder Hackle. — A dark honey 

dun cock. 
Body and Whisk. — As No. 23. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

The patterns Nos. 18 to 24 
inclusive are imitations of the 
different shades of Iron Blue 
Duns, and on streams where this 
fly is plentiful they are usually 
the most successful spring pat- 
terns. In reference to the varia- 
tions in the colour of the body, 
it may be noted that the pur- 
ple-bodied specimens are females, 
and those in which the abdomen is 
more or less of a brown olive tint 
are generally males. As in all the 



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THt Hl'KDRtD BEST PATTllNS 0> rLOATISSG tFUBM* 



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The Hundred Best Patterns of Floating 

Flies. 



It* 



GROUP 1— IMITATIONS OF 
NATURAL INSECTS. 

SECTIOS IIL—BLUE DUSS. 

No. iS. — Detachud IkoN Blui,. 

Wings. — Tom -tit tiiil. 

Bed} and IVhisL — Detached — a thin 
slip of indiarubber work^^i 
over a doubled split bris tit- 
dyed in Crawshaw's purp.e, 
and three or friur strands i>f 
dark undyed Gallina for whtsk. 

Hackles, — Two dark honey dun 

cock hackles. 
Hook. — ooc^ or oo. 

No. 19- — Purple Quill Bodiim 

Iron Blue. 
H'ings, — Tom-tit tail. 
Body, — CondcM" dyed in Crawshaw's 

purple. 
Hackles. — Two dark honey dun 

cock hackles. 
Whisk, — Dark imdyed Gallina. 
Hook.— 000 or 00. 

An improvement on the '* Iroti 
Blue A," No. 15 of ** Floalinj; 
Flies." 



No. 20. — Hackle Purple Qvili, 

Bodied Iron Blue. 
Head Hackle. — Dark blue dun hen* 
Shoulder Hackle, — Dark honey dun 

cock. 
Body and Whisk.— As No. 19. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

No. 21. — Mole Fur Bodied l|to^ 

Blue. 
Wimgs. — Tom-tit tail. 
Hackles. — Two dark honey ,.i^ 

cx>ck hackles. 
Body, — Mole fur ribbed with ^^^ 

Tos^ silk. 



irAiU.— Umlyed dark GaDifia. 
H00k.—%Myo or 00. 

Ho. 22. - OuvE QtiLL Domm 
[ros Bi.i i.. 

iriit^j*— ToftS'iti uiK 
H^kUs.^Tv,^ cock liackles dyttl 

in CrAWs^haw'^ \mmn olive, 
Bidy.^CotnUn 01 fx^^cixk dyed in 

Cr.iwiihaw** bn>wn oli\'c* 
ll'Aiii.— Gallina dyed in Cta^* 

:ihaw's brown i*h% e. 
lltmk. -<tQo or ix>. 

No. a>— AujiTANT Bii^c- 

ii^kiij,-T^o 4ark hmef *"* 

B9dy-S 54 J. ma of .idjutMt *« 

' m laJl* ^ „, 

Whi^k.- 1 ndyt^d <Urk OMm^ 

dun trtmik- ^ ^-. 




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Ephemeridae, tCK>, the females are 
larger than the males. The sub- 
imago, which is called by anglers 
the Iron Blue Dun, comprises, ac- 
cording to the modem scientific 
nomenclature, two species of the 
genus Baetis, viz., B. pumilus and 
B, niger. 

No. 25.— Blue Quill. 

Wings, — Medium starling. 
Hackles. — Two honey dun cock 

hackles. 
Body. — Peacock quill undyed. 
Whisk, — Undyed Medium Gallina. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

No. 26. — Hackle Blue Quill. 

Head Hackle. — Medium blue dun 

hen. 
Shoulder Hackle. — Honey dun cock. 
Body and Whisk. — As No. 25. 
Hook. — 000 to I. 

This, the hackle variety of the 
Blue Quill, is very similar to the 
Devonshire ** Blue Upright." 

No. 27. — Blue Dun. 

Wings. — Light starling, or better 

still, snipe. 
Hackles.— Two pale blue dun cock 

hackles. 
Body. — Pale mole fur spun on 

yellow silk. 
Whisk. — Pale undyed Gallina. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

No. 28. — Autumn Dun. 

Wings, Hackles, and Whisks. — As 

No. 27. 
Body. — A strand of undyed heron 

herl. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

No. 29. — Whirling Blue. 

Wings. — Medium starHng. 
Hackles. — Two ginger cock hackles. 
Body. — Water-rat fur. 
H^/rjs*.— Gallina dyed lightly in 

Crawshaw's red spinner. 
Hook. — 000 to o* 



This pattern is continually being 
reproduced as the ** Invincible " 
or ** Infallible " of some amateur 
or professional, and is generally 
successful. The colours can be 
varied to a considerable extent by 
the use of darker or paler starling 
for the wings, hackles more or less 
red in tint, and the body of fur 
from young or old water-rats. 

The patterns Nos. 25 to 29 
inclusive are imitations of the Blue 
Dun. From time immemorial the 
existence of such a natural insect 
has been affirmed, and in the face 
of so much accumulated evidence 
it must be included in the category 
of" Imitations of Natural Insects." 
It has never been my good fortune 
to find or procure a specimen, nor 
can I find among the lists of 
British Ephemeridae any corre- 
sponding to it in colour, &c. Two 
or three friends have sent me what 
they took to be individuals of this 
species, but they have on examina- 
tion all proved to be sub-imagines 
of the Olive Dun, or of the Blue- 
winged Olive. 



SECTION IV. — BLUE- 
WINGED OLIVES. 

No. 30. — Blue- Winged Olive. 

Wings. — Coot. 

Hackles. — Two cock hackles dyed 

in Crawshaw's green olive. 
Body. — Condor or peacock dyed in 

Crawshaw^s green ohve. 
Whisk. — Gallina dyed in Craw- 

shaw's green olive. 
Hook — 00 to I. 

No. 31. — Rough Blue-Winged 
Olive. 

Wings. — Coot. 

Hackles. — Two cock hackles dyed 

in Crawshaw's green olive. 
Body. — Heron herl dyed in Craw- 

shaw's green olive, ribbed 

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H^A/5^.— Gallina dyed in Craw- 

shaw's green oHve. 
Hook, — 00 to I. 

No. 32. — Indian Yellow. 

Wings, — Inside grouse wing from 
a young bird. 

Hackles, — Two buff Cochin cock 
hackles. 

Body. — Floss silk about the colour 
of natural Russia leather, 
ribbed with bright lemon- 
coloured tying silk. 

Whisk, — Buff Cochin cock hackle. 

Head, — ^Three or four turns of 
orange tying silk. 

Hcok, — 00 to I. 



The late Mr. Aldam's pattern. 

Many fishermen have an idea 
that the Blue-winged Olive is only 
a variety of the ordinary Olive 
Dun. This is an erroneous im- 
pression. The common Olives all 
belong to the genus Baetis, while 
the Blue-winged Olive is the sub- 
imago stage of Ephemerella ignita, 
the Sherry Spinner being the 
imago of the same insect. The 
most casual observer can dis- 
tinguish these two flies, as, apart 
from the darker colour of its 
wings, the Blue-winged Olive is 
far larger than the Olive Dun. 
The Blue- winged Olive has three 
setae, while the Olive Dun, like all 
other members of the genus Baeiis 
in the winged stages, has only two. 
On the Test and Itchin the Blue- 
winged Olive is essentially a late 
fly, seldom appearing in any num- 
ber before the middle of June, and 
continuing to November, or pos- 
sibly even later. On the Kennet 
it, however, puts in an appearance 
in the early spring, and at the 
opening of the season is almost as 
plentiful as the OHve Dun. 

Of the three dressings given, 
No. 30 is the best for the summer 
evenings, and even during the day- 
time in the autumn or early winter ; 
while No. 31 has proved most suc- 



cessful on the Kennet in the 
spring. The old Rough Olive, 
No. I of ** Floating Flies," which 
resembles No. 31, has been dis- 
carded. As an early spring fly 
and imitation of the darker Olive 
Dun, it has been superseded by 
the Dark Olive Quill and the 
Gold-ribbed Hare*s Ear. No. 
32, the late Mr. Aldam's cele- 
brated Indian Yellow, has a great 
reputation, especially on the It- 
chen, but it certainly is not as 
good an imitation of the natural 
insect as either No. 30 or 31. 

SECTION V.—SPINNERS. 
No. 33. — Red Quill. 

Wings, — Pale or medium starling. 
Hackles, — Two red game cock 

hackles. 
Body, — Peacock quill or condor 

dyed fully in Crawshaw's 

red spinner. 
Whisk, — Gallina dyed in Craw- 

shaw's red spinner. 
Hook. — 000 to I . 

No. 34. — Hackle Red Quill. 

Head Hackle. — A medium blue 

dun hen hackle. 
Shoulder Hackle, — A red game cock 

hackle. 
Body and Whisk. — As No. 33. 
Hook. — 000 to I. 

No. 35. — Red Spinner 
(Mr. Marryat's Pattern). 

Wings. — Two blue dun cock hackle 
points. 

Hackles. — Two black butted red 
game cock hackles. 

Body. — Adjutant quill dyed in • 
Crawshaw*s red spinner. A 
very good alternative mate- 
rial, suggested by Mr. W. F. 
Brougham, is a strand of red 
macaw. 

Whisk.— White GalHna. 

Hook. — 000 to o. 



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No. 36. — Hackle Red Spinner. 

Head Hackle, — Medium blue dun 

hen hackle. 
Shoulder Hackle, — Black butted red 

game cock hackle. 
Body and Whisk, — As No. 35. 
Hook, — 000 to I. 

No. 37. — Hackle Red Spinner 
(Mr. Skues' Pattern). 

Hackles, — Ruddy, rusty, sandy, or 
honey dun cock, or badger or 
smoky ginger cuckoo. 

Body, — Flat tawsy end from hank 
of gut dyed in Crawshaw's 
red spinner, and worked on 
the bare hook. 

Whisk, — Blue or whitey cock's 
hackle. 

Hook, — 000 to o. 

No. 38. — Red Spinner 
(Holland's Pattern). 

Wings, — Pale starling. 

Hackles, — Two red game cock 
hackles. 

Body, — White horsehair dyed in 
Crawshaw's red spinner, and 
worked on bare hook. 

Whisk, — White Gallina. 

Hook,— 000 to o. 

No. 39. — Hackle Red Spinner 
(Holland's Pattern). 

Hackles, — Two badger cocks. 

Body, — White horsehair dyed in 
Crawshaw's red spinner, 
worked on bare hook, and 
ribbed with crimson silk. 

Whisk,— White Gallina, 

Hook, — 000 to o. 

No. 40. — Detached Badger. 

Hackles, — Two badger cock hackles. 

Body and Whisk, — Detached, of 
white horsehair dyed in Craw- 
shaw's red spinner, worked 
over a foundation of doubled 
spUt bristle also dyed in 
Crawshaw's red spinner, and 
ribbed with crimson silk. 
Three or four strands of 
white Galhna worked in for 
whisk. 

Hook, — 000 to I. 



No. 41. — Orange Quill. 

Wings, — Pale starling. 

Hackles, — Two orange ginger cock 

hackles. 
Body. — Peacock quill dyed in 

Diamond orange. 
Whisk, — Gallina slightly dyed in 

Crawshaw's red spinner. 
Hook, — 000 to o. 

No. 42. — Brown Badger. 

Hackles, — Two badger cock 

hackles. 
Body. — Peacock quill dyed in 

Crawshaw's red spinner. 
Whisk,— White Gallina. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

No. 43. — Cinnamon Quill. 

Wings, — Pale starling. 

Hackles, — Two pale sandy ginger 

cock hackles. 
Body. — The root end of a strand 
of peacock tail, which, when 
stripped, is a pale cinnamon 
colour or condor, dyed 
slightly in Crawshaw's red 
spinner. 
Whisk, — Gallina dyed slightly in 

Crawshaw's red spinner. 
Hook, — 000 to o. 

Nos. 33-43 inclusive are imita- 
tions of the so-called Red Spinner, 
and are one and all excellent pat- 
terns. The term Red Spinner in- 
cludes a considerable number of 
the Ephemeridae in the imago, or 
perfect stage. The largest and 
darkest is the spinner of the 
Turkey Brown (Leptophlebia sub- 
marginata). Next in size comes 
the Sherry Spinner, or imago of 
Ephemerella ignita. The body of 
the female is about the colour of 
pale sherry, and of the male a 
ruddy brown. The body of the 
spinner of the female Olive Dun 
(Baetis vernus, or B. rhodani) is a 
dead gold colour immediately after 
its metamorphosis, and becomes 
darker and browner, probably from 
exposure to the Hght. The body 
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Watery Dun {Baetis binoculatus^ B» 
scamhusy Centroptilum lutcolum, or 
C. pennulatum) is of a golden 
colour, becoming darker, probably 
from exposure to light. The body 
of the imago of the female Iron 
Blue {Baetis pumilus or B. niger), is 
a full dark claret. The largest of all 
known British Red Spinners is the 
imago of the March 3xovfn{Ecdyufus 
venosus), but it has never been my 
good fortune to find a single speci- 
men of it on the Test, Itchen, 
Anton, Wiley, or Kennet. It will 
be seen from the foregoing that 
Red Spinners of different sizes and 
colours are most plentiful on the 
south county chalk streams, and 
hence the importance of the pat- 
terns imitating them can be appre- 
ciated. 

No. 44. — Olive Badger. 

Hackles. — Two badger cock 

hackles. 
Body, — Peacock quill dyed in 

Crawshaw's brown olive, 

with flat gold tag. 
Whisk.— White Gallina. 
Hook.— 000 to o. 

This is the imitation of the 
spinners of the female Olive Dun 
{Baetis vemus or B. rhodani) at its 
last stage. 

No. 45. — Jenny Spinner. 

Hackles, — Two badger cock 

hackles. 
Body and Whisk. — Detached, of 
white horsehair, worked on 
an undyed split doubled 
bristle, with four or five 
turns of crimson silk at the 
tail end, and the same number 
at the thorax. Three or four 
strands of white Gallina are 
worked in for whisk. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

This is the imitation of the male 
imago of the Iron Blue {Baetis 
pumtlus or B. niger) which is known 
as the Jenny Spinner. The male 
imago of the Olive Dun {Baetis vemus 



or B. rhodani) is similar in colouring, 
but is a larger fly than the Jenny 
Spinner, and the central segments 
of the body are distinctly a pale 
olive tint. To imitate it accord- 
ingly the horsehair for the body 
should be slightly dyed in Craw- 
shaw's medium olive. The spinner 
of the male Pale Watery Dun 
{Baetis binoculatus, B. scambus, Centro- 
ptilum lutcolum or C. pennulatum) 
differs in colour from the Jenny 
Spinner only by the thorax and 
lower segments of the abdomen 
being a yellow orange, and to imi- 
tate it the silk turns at the tail 
end of the body and thorax should 
be of this colour. 

No. 46. — Spent Olive 
(Mr. E. J. Power's Pattern). 

Pi^»i*^5.— Four dark blue dun cock 

hackle p>oints set on flat. 
Hackle. — White cock hackle with 

black centre. 
Body. — White peacock dyed very 

palest yellow. 
Whisk. — White cock hackle very 

short. 
Hook. — 000 or 00. 

Mr. Power says that he also 
dresses this pattern with wings 
made of a shaving of whalebone 
dyed a pale slate to dark blue, but 
that he prefers the hackle point 
wings as more durable than the 
whalebone. He adds : '* A killing 
fly in the morning during July 
and August, when fish rise like 
mad, and no fly seems to be on the 
water.** Evidently it is taken by 
the trout when the female imagines 
of the Pale Watery Dun, having laid 
their eggs, lie flat and motionless 
on the surface of the stream, and 
altogether it is a very good imita- 
tion of the natural insect at this 
stage. 

SECTION VI.— MAYFLIES. 

No. 47. — Egyptian Goose 

Hackle. 

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darkish feathers from the 
breast of an Egyptian goose, 
undyed or shghtly dyed in 
Crawshaw's green drake. 
Body. — Pale maize floss silk 
ribbed with a strand of pea- 
cock, selecting one which is 
pale cinnamon at the root. It 
is worked with the pale por- 
tion at the shoulder, and the 
bronze portion showing about 
three turns or ribs at the tail 
end of the body. 
Whisk, — Gallina dyed in Diamond 

dark brown. 
Hook, — No. 3 long. 

For a variety the body can be 
made of Ropia grass laid over 
white quill, and ribbed with flat 
gold, or red or olive silk. For 
trout bulging at the nymph this is 
the most successful pattern extant. 

No. 48. — Summer Duck Hackle. 

Head Hackle, — Canadian wood or 
summer duck. Feathers which 
are too long and narrow for 
wings can be used up for this 
pattern. 

Shoulder Hackle, — Pale ginger cock 
hackle. 

Body, — Ropia grass over white 
quill, ribbed with fine flat 
gold. 

Whisk, — Gallina dyed in Diamond 
dark brown. 

Hook,— -^ long, 3, or 2. 

No. 49. — Dyed Rouen Drake 
Hackle. 

Head Hackle, — Rouen drake dyed 

in Crawshaw's green drake. 

Feathers too long and narrow 

for wings can be used. 

Shoulder Hackle,— h. large fine 

honey dun hen hackle. 
Body and Whisk,— As No. 48. 
Hook, — 3 long, 3 or 2. 

Nos. 48 and 49 are admirable 
hackle patterns, and can be varied 
by the use of hen golden pheasant, 
grey hen, hen pheasant, &c., for 
shoulder hackles. Bodies can be 



ribbed with crimson or olive silk, 
either with or without the flat gold 
ribbing. 

No. 50. — Summer Duck. 

Wings, — Canadian summer duck. 
Shoulder Hackles, — A hen golden 

pheasant hackle in front, and 

a pale ginger cock hackle 

close behind. 
Ribbing Hackle, — A pale ginger 

cock hackle. 
Body and Whisk.— As No. 48. 
Hook,— 'No, 3 long. 

The imitation of the female 
imago in the act of laying her 
eggs. 

No. 51. — Brown Champion. 

Wings. — Rouen drake dyed first in 
an infusion of ebony chips, 
logwood chips, and a very 
small piece of chrome potash, 
then in a second infusion of 
extract of fustic to which is 
added a few drops of double 
muriate of tin. A similar 
colour can be obtained by 
dyeing first in Crawshaw's 
green drake and then in dia- 
mond dark brown. 

Hackles. — A grey partridge dyed 
in strong tea, and a pale ginger 
cock hackle. 

Body. — Of Ropia grass over white 
quill, ribbed with fine flat gold 
and red silk. 

Whisk,— As No. 48. 

Hook,— No. 2. 

No. 52. — Green Champion. 

Wings. — Rouen drake dyed in 
Crawshaw's green drake. If 
the colour is not green enough, 
the feathers can be dyed again 
in very weak solution of Craw- 
shaw's grannom green. 

Hackles. — As No. 51. 

Body and Whisk. — As No. 48. 

Hook, — No. 2. 

No. 53. — Dyed Gallina. 
Wings. — Well-marked feathers 



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from cock Gallina dyed as 

wings of No. 52. 
Hackles, — A hen golden pheasant 

in front, and a pale ginger 

cock behind. 
Ribbing Hackle, — A pale ginger 

cock. 
Body and [Vhisk,—As No. 48. 
Hook, — No. 2. 

This fly is not an easy one to float, 
but the Gallina wings are so like 
the natural in appearance and the 
pattern is so deadly that it may be 
considered as running the Brown 
and Green Champions very close 
in popularity. 

No. 54. — Dyed Rouen Drake 
(Holland's Pattern). 

W^«>i^5.— Rouen drake dyed in ex- 
extract of fustic and camwood, 
then in Crawshaw's brown 
olive, and, lastly, dipped in a 
very weak solution of Craw- 
shaw*s or Diamond slate. 

Hackles, — As No. 51. 

Body and Whisk,— ks No. 48. 

Hook, — No. 2. 

The wings of this pattern match 

those of the natural insect very 

closely in colour. 

No. 55. — Undyed Rouen Drake. 
Wings, — Well-marked dark Rouen 

drake. 
Hackles, — As No. 51. 
Body and Whisk,— As No. 48. 
Hook, — No. 2. 

No. 56. — Spent Gnat. 

Wings, — Four dark grizzled blue 
dun cock hackle points set on 
horizontally. 

Hackles, — A grey partridge in front 
and a badger cock hackle close 
behind it. 

Ribby Hackle, — A badger cock 
hackle. 

Body, — A strand of condor quill 
dark at point and white at 
root, the white part worked 
in at shoulder to show two or 
three turns of the dark colour 
at the tail end of the body. 



Body ribbed with fine silver 

wire. 
Whisk, — Gallina dyed in Diamond 

dark brown. 
Hook, — 3 long. 

This, the late Mr. Marryat's 
last improved dressing of his well- 
known pattern, is the only imita- 
tion of the Spent Gnat or imago 
of the Mayfly worthy of notice. 
All the flies in this section are 
known to modem scientists as 
Ephemera danica, E. vulgata or 
E, lineata, the first being the one 
usually found on the more rapid 
streams and on sluggish streams 
or lakes the second. E. lineata is 
comparatively rare. 

SECTION VII,— CURSES. 

No. 57. — Fisherman's Curse. 

(The late Mr. G. S. Marryat's 

Pattern). 

Wings, — Pale starling. 

Hackles, — Two cock starling 

hackles. 
Body, — A strand of cock golden 

pheasant tail or of brown 

turkey tail. 
Hook, — 000. 

No. 58. — Hackle Curse (The 

LATE Sir M. Duff-Gordon*s 

Pattern). 

Hackles, — Two cock badger hackles 
and three turns of black 
ostrich worked at shoulder. 

Body, — Black tying silk and flat 
silver tag. 

Hook, — 000. 

No. 59. — Male Black Gnat. 

Wings, — Pale starling. 

Hackles, — Two cock starling 
hackles. 

Body, — Peacock quill dyed black 
or black quill from chaflinch 
tail feather. 

Hook, — 00. 
No. 60. — Female Black Gnat. 

Wings, — From starling tail, select- 
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Hackles and Body as No. 59. 
Hook.- 



No. 61. — Pike Scale Black 
Gnat. 

Wings. — One strip of pike scale 
cut to shape and laid flat 
along the upper side of hook. 

Hackles and Body as No. 59. 

Hook. — 00. 

No. 62. — Claret Smut (Mr. Ei 
J. Power's Pattern). 

Wings. — Pale starling. 
Hackle. — Black cock hackle. 
Body. — Peacock quill dyed in 

Diamond Dark Wine. 
Hook. —00 or 000. 

Very successful with smutting 
fish on the Upper Test. 

The flies in this section are 



imitations of the so-called " Fisher- 
man's Curse," or small black water- 
bred Diptera of different genera 
and species, plentiful on the chalk 
streams throughout the season. 
All the patterns given are excellent, 
and the best advice to the angler 
is to try. them in succession, unless, 
like some of the most experienced 
dry-fly fishermen, he prefers to use 
fancy patterns or certain imitations 
of natural insects, which are usually 
Successful for smutting fish. Such 
fancy patterns are dealt with in 
Group II., and of the imitations of 
natural insects, red quill, detached 
badger, red ant, black ant, and 
very small silver sedge will be 
found the most suitable. 

Frederic M. Halford. 



The Irish Eclipse. 



** The reason I am so particular 
in describing Harkaway," observes 
Mr. Joseph Osborne, in ** The 
Horsebreeder's Handbook," ** is 
that I consider him to have been 
the grandest and best horse I have 
seen during my long career on 
and off" the turf." 

Such an opinion, coming from 
one who, if he cannot be rightly 
described as the Father of the 
English Turf, has assuredly had 
a longer experience of the thorough- 
bred horse than any living man, 
is of course invaluable, and fully 
justifies the compilation .of the 
present article. Without, "how- 
ever, going into the vexed qiies- 
tion as to who is, or was, ** the 
horse of the century," it may be 
as well to carefully analyse the 
public performances of the sub- 
ject of the fine steel engraving 
reproduced herewith. 

Harkaway, who was foaled in 



1834, was bred by Mr. T. Fer- 
guson, at Sheepbridge, Co. Down, 
and was the fourth production of 
Fanny Dawson, who was bred by 
tord Cremorne in 1823, and was 
by Nabocklish — Miss Tooley. 
Harkaway's sire was Economist, 
by Whisker — Floranthe ; so 
that the student in breeding will 
see at a glance that Mr. Ferguson's 
horse was closely inbred to the 
Godolphin, Arabian and Herod. 
Be it further remarked that the 
blood of Whisker is to be foimd 
in nearly all the good horses of 
the present day. 

At two years old Harkaway 
ran four times at the Curragh, 
being only once successful. The 
following year he won ten races 
out of eleven on the same battle- 
ground. In 1838 he was seven 
times successful in the land of his 
birth, and was beaten once ; and 
at the age of five he ran but once 




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TiLOfW fOOHOATIOm. 



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in Ireland, being defeated for the 
Queen's Plate at the Curragh 
April meeting. A few particulars 
of his Irish performances are fur- 
nished by Mr. Osborne, and we 
find that the horse made his bow 
to the public on September 17th, 
1836, when he ran unplaced to 
Magpie in the Anglesey Stakes at 
the Curragh. In October he was 
second to Tallyrand for the Paget 
Stakes, and at the ** Mulgrave " 
meeting he won the Constantine 
Stakes, over the Mulgrave mile, 
in a canter. In 1837, at the 
Curragh April meeting, he gave 
7 lb. to Mercury (the property of 
Mr. Joseph Osborne), and was 
cleverly defeated by him in the 
First Class of the Madrids. Later 
in the week Harkaway won the 
Second Class of the Madrids in a 
canter. On June 12th he took 
part in the memorable race for the 
Kirwan Stakes. There were 14 
starters, including Harkaway 3 
yrs., 7 St. 13 lb. ; Mercury 3 yrs., 
7 St. 5 lb. ; and Lord Normanby's 
Gipsy 4 yrs. ; 7 st. 10 lb. To 
ride these three John Holmes, 
Cartwright and E. Edwards had 
been specially ** imported ** from 
England, and the three accom- 
plished jockeys had the finish to 
themselves. Holmes on Harkaway 
just ** doing *' Cartwright and 
Mercury by a short head, though 
the result would doubtless have 
been different had not Mr. Os- 
borne's horse swerved in the last 
stride. " Gipsy," we are told in 
the '* Handbook," *' was beaten 20 
lengths and the rest half a mile." 
Subsequently, in the same year, 
Harkaway won the Northumber- 
land Handicap (run at the Curragh 
and not to be confused with the 
English "North Plate"), beat- 
ing, amongst others, Birdcatcher, 
the Welhngtons, the October Kir- 
wans, three King's Plates (or 
rather, two King's and one Queen's 
— for this was the year in which Her 



Majesty ascended the throne), and 
the Royal Whip ; the only defeat 
*' the Irish Eclipse " sustained 
being in the Challenge of the 
Kirwans, where he failed to give 
his year to Blackfort. By the 
way, an old work which the writer 
has insi>ected, credits Harkaway 
with wintting the Challenge of the 
Kirwans ; but we are " standing " 
Mr. Osborne. 

As a four-year-old, Harkaway 
ran in eight races at the Curragh, 
winning six of these ; and after a 
defeat in the Kirwans in June, he 
crossed the water for the first 
time to take part in the Liverpool 
Tradesmen's Cup in the following 
month. This was a two miles' 
race, and carrying 8 st. 5 lb. he 
was just beaten by St. Bennett, 4 
yrs., 7 St. 4 lb., with the follow- 
ing behind the first two : — Mel- 
bourne 4 yrs., 7 St. 12 lbs. ; colt 
by Priam — Mayflower 4 yrs., 7 st. ; 
Cardinal Puff 4 yrs., 8 st. 5 lb. ; 
Cruiskeen 4 yrs., 7 st. 3 lb. ; Bird- 
Hme 5 yrs., 9 st. 3 lb. ; Rachel 4 yrs., 
7 St. 4 lb. ; Caravan 4 yrs., 8 st. 
7 lb. ; Modesty 4 yrs., 7 st. 12 lb. ; 
Cushneiche 5 yrs., 6 st. 12 lb.; 
Vesper 5 yrs., 6 st. 12 lb., and 
colt by Brutandorf — Melody 3 
yrs., 6 St. 7 lb. St. Bennett, it 
may be mentioned, had won the 
Northumberland Plate with 7^t. 
the month before, and as he re- 
peated the dose with 8 st. 8 lb. in 
the following year, this horse must 
have been pretty useful. Revert- 
ing to Harkaway, after winning 
the first heat of the Queen's Plate 
at Liverpool, he lost the second 
through falling lame. 

Then came Goodwood, where 
this year there was a " record " 
attendance, owing to the eagerness 
of the racing public to get a peep 
at "the Irish Eclipse." For the 
Gold Cup that year there were 
38 nominations, including Venison 
(sire of the Ugly Buck, Clemen- 
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Bentinck*s Grey Momus (winner 
of that year's Two Thousand 
Guineas Stakes), Calisto, Lord 
Chesterfield's Industry by Priam 
(the Oaks winner), Lucetta, The 
Doctor {The Doctor), brother to 
Riddlesworth, Ion (sire of Wild 
Dayrell), Slave (sire of Conyng- 
ham, Merry Monarch and The 
Princess), and Harkaway, who 
was described in the abstract and 
brief chronicle of the time as " the 
celebrated Irish horse." 

Let us peruse the screed of 
*' Craven '* on this race : — 

'* This event may be considered 
the English racing stethoscoi>e,* 
from which the annual condition 
of our Turf may be accurately 
estimated. Its conditions are most 
skilfully designed, so as to bring 
fairly together horses of all sorts, 
ages and lineage. By ' fairly ' I 
here mean that which affords a 
chance of success to all — not that 
the winner of the current year's 
Derby, for instance, should come 
and add this trophy to the golden 
laurels of Epsom, with 8 extra 
pounds on him, over a 2| miles 
course. . . . The anxiety to get 
a look at * the Irish Eclipse ' 
drew together all the cognos-ccntiy 
many of whom discovered him, 
before the race, to be * a clumsy, 
overgrown brute,' and after, * an 
animal of wonderful power and 
first rate racing properties.' Soon 
after making the first turn Adrian 
ran up, took the lead, and carried 
the running to the Clump, on re- 
appearing from which he was still 
in his place, with Dormouse next. 
As they dropped the hill, how- 
ever, the pace became more des- 
tructive, and Harkaway, taking 
advantage of its effects, closed the 
pair in the run, the others making 
stem way every furlong. In this 



• We are evidently improving in our language. 
Neither Mr. John Hawke nor any other bad friend 
to the Turf, has so far ventured to liken a horse race 
to a surgicsd instrument. — E.S. 



form they entered the distance, 
when Dormouse gave signs of 
being overpaced, and half-way up 
the Irish horse and Adrian had 
the race to themselves. These 
two ran together till close upon 
the stand, when Wakefield set his 
horse going in earnest, and won 
by two lengths, with plenty to 
spare." 

Of the 38 nominations there 
were but 8 starters for this Good- 
wood Cup, those who finished 
behind Harkaway 4 yrs., 8 st. 8 
lb. and Adrian 4 yrs., 8 st. i lb., 
being Dormouse 3 yrs., 6 st. 10 
lb. ; Mus 5 yrs., 9 st. 9 lb. ; Cetus 
3 yrs., 7st. 5 lb.. Dr. Goille 3 yrs., 

6 St. 13 lb. ; Berwickshire 5 yrs., 

7 St. 10 lb. and Prestongee 
Bomangee 3 yrs., 6 st. 10 lb. 
The betting was 5 to 4 against 
Harkaway. 

As for the Gold Cup itself — 
which Mr. Ferguson subsequently 
begged the Duke of Richmond to 
present to the Duchess, the request 
being graciously declined, lest a 
precedent should be created — the 
subject was Oriental. At Good- 
wood, at that time, every en- 
couragement was given to the 
owner of the pure-bred Arab steed 
to compete with English horses, 
with a result that may be easily 
guessed ; and this year the trophy 
was very Arabian indeed. A 
finely modelled horse is grazing 
behind a palm tree, presumably in 
an oasis in the Soudan. The 
owner, somewhat poorly clad, is 
seated on the ground smoking a 
long pipe, and evidently driving a 
hard bargain with a gaily-apparelled 
Turk or Egyptian, who wants a 
horse to win the Alexandria Derby 
with. You can almost hear the 
Arab cry '* Allah in Allah ! how 
can I sell thee Moti, the Pearl of 
the Desert, the apple of mine eye, 
the first-born of my heart, for less 
than 300 purses of gold ? " In 
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wrought out, and Mr. Ferguson 
was to be congratulated on the 
possession of such a trophy. 

Once more " Craven** : — " A 
few words before we part with 
*the Irish Eclipse.* He is a 
magnificent animal, and it is fit 
that some one should place his 
English performances in a fair 
point of view. He lost the Trades 
Cup at Liverpool, but how many 
four-year-olds could on that day 
have given St. Bennett 15 lbs. ? 
In that race, be it remembered, he 
(Harkaway) beat off a very superior 
field. The next day he won the 
first heat for the Queen*s Plate in 
a canter, and for the second was 
defeated in the same fashion. It 
was the only result that could 
have been contemplated ; the 
course was as hard as a hearth- 
stone, and Harkaway has bad 
feet (I have no reason, however, 
for saying so but that which the 
shape of them proclaims^, and 
hence my surprise that on tne day 
of the Goodwood Cup he should 
be in less demand than at the be- 
ginning of the week. Had Mr. 
Ferguson bespoken the thing he 
could not have had a better fit. 
The course was heavy and soft, 
all that Harkaway could have 
wished, either for body or sole. 
In the spring, when first I had 
occasion to notice the performances 
of this very superior horse, I 
pointed to the Goodwood Cup as 
being the fittest debUt for him on 
our Turf. . . . Will Mr. Fergu- 
son take another hint from us ? 
Let him, if he means to try his 
luck among us any more during 
the autumn, carefully eschew such 
courses as have a substratum of 
chalk, save when they are care- 
fully moistened for his purpose. 
Upon these the effect of the sun is 
to transform them into surfaces as 
unelastic as barn-floors, and awfully 
unsuited to hoofs educated upon 
the Persian carpet which Nature 



has spread over the Curragh of 
Kildare.** 

That there is a lot in this theory 
is pretty evident ; although many 
owners and trainers nourish the 
hard and fast idea that a good 
horse heeds not the nature of the 
going. It is hardly likely, for in- 
stance, that an animal who had 
done a strong preparation on 
Mickleham Downs would be alto- 
gether at home on the adjacent 
downs of Epsom on a hot June 
day, although it was on these 
very Mickleham Downs — where at 
that time trained the brother of his 
owner — that the peerless Blair 
Athol did his last gallop, led by 
Caller Ou, on the Sunday before 
the memorable Derby of 1864. 
But Mr. Ferguson was evidently 
not particular as to a track for 
Harkaway ; as we find him in the 
summer of this same year (1838) 
running at Wolverhampton, on 
turf sprinkled with cinders and 
iron dust, and winning the Cleve- 
land Cup, ridden by George Callo- 
way, the ** Touchstone jockey,** 
who spent the last part of his life 
at Lichfield, hard by, where he 
was for some time clerk of the 
course, and occasionally starter, at 
the local races — which have now 
been abandoned, at the bidding of 
the '* unco* guid.** 

In 1839, with 10 St. c^ his back, 
Harkaway was unplaced to Car- 
dinal Puff 9 St. 3 lb., whom he 
had defeated in the Queen's Plate 
at Doncaster the September before. 
Mr. Ferguson's horse won the 
Stand Cup at Chester the day 
after the big race, and subsequent- 
ly the Tradesman's Plate at Chel- 
tenham, beating Caravan and Grey 
Momus. And this brings us to 
Goodwood again, where he won 
the Cup, for the second year in 
succession, with Hyllus second. 
Deception third. The Doctor fourth, 
and Epirus, Beggerman, Bos- 
phorus, Alendar, and Richard Roe 



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behind. Hyllus ran in the name 
of Mr. ** Dixon," whose real name 
was Lichtwald ; and this same 
gentleman's Leander it was who 
played a memorable part in the 
Derby of 1844, for which ** a horse 
falsely described as Running Rein'* 
finished first. Leander, it may be 
remembered, fell and broke a leg 
during the race, and when subse- 
quently exhumed, the horse's 
carcase was minus the lower jaw. 
That Leander, as well as Running 
Rein, and possibly one or two 
more in the field, was an ** old 
'un " there can be no doubt ; but 
his real age as well as that of 
** Goody's " horse is still unknown, 
as Running Rein was never seen 
of man again after being removed 
from his temporary stable by a 
clever ruse, which — but that is. 
another anecdote. 

After winning his second Good- 
wood Cup — which was again 
Eastern in design, with the scene 
changed to Alexandria (judging 
from the presence of Cleopatra's 
Needle on the scene), the same 
two Orientals, with a horse a-piece 
this time, being represented (ap- 
parently in better circumstances) 
on the design — Harkaway made 
another attempt to win the Wol- 
verhampton Cleveland Cup, but 
was beaten. After this, the Ameri- 
cans tried hard to buy him, and 
Messrs. Tattersall having been 
commissioned to send him to the 
New World, at a price, wrote to 
ask Mr. Ferguson his price, and 
whether he was in work ; to which 
application came the answer: 
*' The price of Harkaway is six 
thousand guineas, and I hunt him 
twice and thrice a week." 

In 1840 the horse was put to the 
stud, at a fee of 100 guineas, but 
only thru mares were sent to him. 
In 1 84 1 he was standing at New- 
market, at 30 guineas. After which 
he returned to his native land, and 
covered at the moderate rate of 10 



guineas. But although he begat 
plenty of winners, the only one of 
any note for whom he was re- 
sponsible was King Tom, who was 
the result of an alliance with 
Pocahontas when Harkaway was* 
well stricken in years. 

Mr. Osborne gives some fur- 
ther particulars of the youth 
of Harkaway in his " Hand- 
book," from which it is to be 
gathered that after being weaned 
he was removed to a large farm in 
Westmeath, belonging to a grazier, 
where he remained nearly a year 
and a half, up to his knees in g^ass, 
among the horned cattle fattening 
for the Liverpool market, without 
any other shelter than that afford- 
ed by the fine whitethorn hedges 
intersecting the farm. When at 
maturity he was 16 hands 2 inches, 
with great power in his quarters. 
He galloped very wide behind, 
bringing his stifles up with such 
force when going at top speed that 
they often touched the legs of his 
jockey. And in a recent letter to 
the writer, Mr. Osborne adds : 
** Through my horse Mercury I 
know Harkaway to have been the 
horse of the century, just as 
Pot-8-o's was the horse of the 
preceding century. Ormonde was 
a great horse, like Mercury, for 
one mile and a half, but it is not 
known that he could stay." 

Although the writer must de- 
cline to express an opinion one 
way or the other, there are doubt- 
less plenty of the modern school 
who will ridicule the idea of a 
horse with alleged bad feet, who 
was beaten fourteen times in four 
years, and who never sired but 
one celebrity, being extolled at the 
expense of such horses as Thor- 
manley, Blair Athol, Gladiateur, 
Galopin, Isonomy, Barcaldine, 
Ormonde, the Bard, and Isinglass, 
with, perhaps, one or two more. 
But comparisons are odious, and 
circumstances alter cases. "The 



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Great Game'* has altered not a 
little within the last 60 years ; and 
although in the matter of heats — 
from two miles upwards — Hark- 
away would probably have held 
his own with any horse whom the 
present generation has seen, it 
may be doubted whether he would 
have smashed up Isinglass at a 
mile, or a mile and a half. Mat- 
thew Dawson, who has trained 
some winners of big races, and 
won more money for his employers 
than any trainer, past or present, 
is said to favour the idea that St. 
Simon was the best he ever had 
under his charge ; for although he 
never won a classic race, the son 
of Galopin might have cleared the 
board, but for his ** leg." In all 
probability there never was such a 
two-year old, and the way he set- 
tled a big field in a Nursery at 
Doncaster, with 9 st. in the saddle 
was something to remember, as 
was also the exhibition he made of 
Tristan, in the following year, at 
Newmarket. The name of the 
champions of Blair Athol are legion 
— the blaze-faced chestnut who at 
two-years-old beat Borealis at 
10 lb., over a mile, in a 
home trial, and whose " time *' for 
the Derby — over the old course, 
be it remembered — was but 2 
minutes 43 seconds. Not a few 
people swear by Barcaldine, who 
not only won all his races with the 
most consummate ease — in one 
being as fat as a prize bullock, 
and in another absolutely lame — 
but won all his trials in the same 
way. Ormonde, who in Jubilee year 
had developed into the worst roarer 
ever heard, nevertheless managed, 
in that same year, to beat Minting 



and Bendigo, up the Ascot hill, 
over a mile and a half of groimd, 
which goes some way towards re- 
futing the statement that it was 
** not known if he could stay." But 
we have a shrewd idea that his 
illustrious trainer was even more 
in love with Isonomy — who curi- 
ously enough is not mentioned by 
Mr. Osborne in his letter, although 
known (as a winner of six cups, 
exclusive of the handicap at Man- 
chester) to be a rare stayer. When 
shall his glory fade ; the memory 
of the Manchester Cup, or his 
gallant effort (after being " hamper- 
ed " by West bourne) to head Chip- 
pendale, -in the Cesarewitch ? 

In Mr. Porter's study at Kings- 
clere, over the mantlepiece, is a 
slab of grey marble, shield-shaped, 
•which commemorates the brave 
deeds of this grand horse. And a 
decade or so ago, the trainer was 
especially fond of ** selling " the 
unwary, over this same marble 
slab. 

** Yes," he would remark, with 
a merry twinkle in both eyes, ** he 
was rather a useful horse, and 
there " — pointing to the marble — 
*'are his performances, engraved 
on his tombstone." 

Then the visitor, taken off his 
guard, would enquire : 

** And, let me see, where is he 
buried ?" 

Then the trainer would come 
with one short run : 

'' He's not dead yet " 

Unfortunately, the whirligig of 
time has brought with it a calamity 
which forbids the continuation of 
Mr. Porter's little joke. 

Edward Spencer. 



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''Gib." Revisited. 

By Major Arthur Griffiths. 



At first sight, as we round 
Cabrita Point, the general aspect 
of the Great Rock seems un- 
changed. It is still ** El Cuerpo *' 
— the corpse — as the Spaniards, 
its old masters, call it ; its outline, 
when details are obscured by 
driving mists, or swallowed up in 
the gloaming, is just that of a dead 
man*s figure, recumbent, stiff and 
stark. This is still the same big 
stone that Tarik the Moor took a 
thousand years back, and is called 
after him ** Gibel Tarik,'* Tarik's 
Mountain. The same solitary ill- 
kept stronghold that Sir George 
Rooke stormed and captured in 
1704 with a handful of bluejackets 
and marines. To-day it lies 
under its white cap, the stationary 
cloud of vapour caught up on its 
threefold peaks while the east 
wind prevails — that irritating oft 
blowing " levanter '* which spoils 
the temper and covers everything 
with moisture. Now it is driving 
across the Bay in fierce gusts that 
streak it with foam flakes, and 
sorely vex the little steam launch 
in which we are running for the 
landing place at Ragged Staff. 
Here, as we approach the great 
overshadowing slope, new and un- 
familiar objects meet the eye. 

Change is evidently in progress. 
Under the Line Wall the inner 
water defences are being widened 
and deepened. Up above a num- 
ber of tall towers stand at regular 
intervals, and we are told they 
are ** range finders,*' the latest in- 
ventions for the use of modern 
artillery ; a roadway or species of 
tram runs with a steep gradient 
straight up the Rock, and is 
intended for the easy transport of 
ponderous war material. At the 
Ragged Staff, the portal once most 



jealously guarded, through which 
none but His Excellency and a 
few specially favoured mortals 
might pass, is now oi>en to all ; 
people may come and go as they 
please — travellers and tourists 
newly arrived, inhabitants, ** scor- 
pions ** of all sorts, cabmen, boat- 
men, coalheavers. A few soldiers 
lounge about on fatigue ; there is one 
of the garrison police on duty, but 
where is the officer and his guard ? 
He was erst an important person- 
age, this commander of the post at 
Ragged Staff, with absolute power 
over the drawbridge and the right 
to make his sentries fire on boats 
approaching that could not give 
the countersign when challenged. 
It was his duty to keep close 
watch and ward ; he might never 
leave his guard, despite the 
attractions of the neighbouring 
Alameda Gardens when the band 
played, or the nearness of certain 
mess houses. Yet there is an old 
story of a godless sub. whom the 
Governor himself summoned from 
the guard to dine at his table and 
appear at the reception afterwards. 
The Town Major, a dreaded 
functionary in those days, was 
also present, and spotted the 
absentee, as he believed him to be. 
The youngster, seeing the joke, 
pretended to avoid him, but was 
eventually ** run in." The laugh 
was against the Town Major 
when it came out that the officer 
had left Ragged Staff with the full 
permission and at the express 
command of the Governor and 
General-in-Chief. 

More changes strike us as we 
pass up towards Southport. Here 
is a cabstand — and such cabs ! a 
row of neat little basket carriages 
with fringed awnings. Where 



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are the almost mediaeval calesaSy 
the quaint hooded gig with no seat 
for the driver but on the shaft, or 
the later and quite detestable 
Irish cars that, careering at break- 
neck pace through the narrow 
streets, terrorised all foot passen- 
gers ? There is a tram or 
omnibus now running between 
the north and south towns past 
historic Jumper's bastion, and 
that world-renowned battery, the 
Snake in the Grass. It might be 
another Gibraltar but for certain 
imalterable signs ; nature, in 
Southern luxurance, still bedecks 
the scene with a wealth of vegeta- 
tion. We left England under 
snow, and here there are brilliant 
blooms; roses, the pale blue 
plumbago, the gorgeous purple 
Bougainvillia, myrtles, and wild 
geraniums — great splotches of 
bright colour in among the spiky 
palmettos and the thick foliaged 
bella sombra trees. High above 
all is the dark background of the 
old fortifications ; the famous 
walls of Charles V., dating back 
to the sixteenth century, pierced 
with the gateway over which are 
still emblazoned the arms of 
Spain, the Pillars and Rising Sun, 
while just above them, in token of 
changed domination, are the lion 
and the unicorn, with " Honi soit 
qui mal y pensc,''* and ** Victoria by 
the Grace of God." 

Many of the most striking 
changes around are military in 
character. New batteries bristle 
ever)rwhere, mounting monster 
guns of the most modem calibre, 
tor whatever truth there may be 
in the story that "Gib." is still 
insufficiently armed, much has 
been done to strengthen and 
develop its defences. It may not 
be absolutely impregnable now-a- 
days, but it would no doubt make 
a good show if again attacked. 
Its value as a place of arms is no 
doubt being enormously increased 



by the construction of the great 
dry dock on the new Mole parade, 
another of the transformations in 
progress. This dock has already 
swallowed up its surroundings ; 
many ancient landmarks have gone, 
the whole aspect of the " South " 
is changed by the new excavations. 
Another great, although less 
palpable, change is the jealous 
care now shown to guard the 
fortifications from prying eyes. 
Time was when anyone nught 
look at anything and wander any- 
where. A special permit was no 
doubt needed to visit the ** Lower 
Lines," that system of defensive 
works above the Inundation and 
looking landward, which was held 
to be more or less sacred as con- 
taining secrets of inestimable 
value to a possible assailant. But 
elsewhere there were no restric- 
tions. To visit the ** Galleries," 
those famous rock hewn passages 
and platforms which add such 
immense strength to the northern 
face of the fortress, was part of 
every tourist programme, open to 
every P. and O. passenger who 
touched at the Rock — now no one 
is admitted without an order 
granted, and by no means easily 
granted, from home. Even 
persons of distinction — peers and 
Members of Parliament — find a 
difficulty in viewing places tc 
which any subaltern of artillery 
might take his friends to tea. As 
for the Lower Lines, no one 
under any circumstances whatever 
is permitted to enter them. Even 
a walk up the face of the Rock, 
the usual Sunday afternoon enter- 
tainment of old, with draughts 
of shandy-gaflF provided by the 
Bombardier in charge of the 
signal station, is now forbidden to 
the garrison. 

I am moved to wonder 
whether that famous gateway 
still exists high up the Rock, 
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board, ** No one can pass this way 
but Commissariat Mules and Asses 
belonging to the engineer depart- 
ment." I believe that this comi- 
cal mistake was not taken in 
very good part by the Royal En- 
gineers. Now that old O'Hara's 
tower has disappeared, and for no 
sufficient reason, so far as I can 
ascertain, nothing is safe on the 
upper part of the Rock. For all 
this strictness as regards visitation 
the mere outward protection 
afforded by sentinels on every 
coign of vantage has been much 
modified. The garrison consists 
now of only three infantry regi- 
ments, so there are, of course, fewer 
guards on the Rock. The sen- 
tries of old had very plenary 
powers and could detain civilians 
who were so bold as to move about 
after nightfall without a permit, or 
even if thus provided, without a 
lantern to enable the sentry to 
read it. 

When, however, you pass 
through Southport and approach 
the heart of the town, it is clearly 
the same old Gibraltar with no 
very material change. This is the 
Governor's residence, the Convent, 
whence the key sergeant starts 
with the great keys (we used 
to believe, some of us, that His 
Excellency kept them under his 
pillows) to lock or unlock the for- 
tress gates. The place is still 
strictly held according to ancient 
usage ; moreover, no alien may 
sleep on the Rock without special 
leave or licence, nor may an 
alien child be bom on it, lest he 
should add to the number of 
British residents who may yet 
cause considerable inconvenience 
in time of siege. In these streets 
all day long there is the same 
mixed and motley crowd : English 
predommating in uniforms and in 
boots and breeches ; Spanish 
country folk ; Moors in flowing 
robes, muleteers and donkey boys 



with water barrels. It is the same 
shifting noisy scene. Vendors 
crying fruit and fish, oranges, now 
in perfection, sardines, fresh 
caught after a day of storm and 
rain, frantic appeals to recalcitrant 
animals, repeated ** at -re borrico ! " 
Gee up, jackass, with ** hola ! ** 
" Car ! " ** Maldiia sea tu—" and 
words much stronger still. There 
is the same old smell too, an inde- 
scrible mixture of inferior oil and 
waves of too odoriferous garlic. 
The street nomenclature — many of 
the names over the shop fronts, all 
seem unchanged. The former 
still bears witness to our prolonged 
mihtary occupation. Lanes and 
Barriers and Ramps: Engineer 
Lane, Horse Barrack Lane, Bomb 
House Lane, Gunners' Ramp; the 
gates are ports, Southport, Water- 
port, Landport. The old familiar 
names will call up many memories 
to the now passing generation. 
Montegriffo Speed, Saccone, Cuby, 
Abrines, Imossi, Onetti, Comwell, 
Bland. 

Montegriffo ! that queer cross- 
grained old cripple who controlled 
his saddlery business from an 
armchair in the corner of his 
shop and was the first of livery- 
stable keepers where visitors got 
their hacks to ride into Spain or 
have a day with the Calpe hounds. 
Now Montegriffo's, although still 
in the same place, near the Town 
Range Mess room, is a resort for 
ices and afternoon tea, like Rum- 
pelmeyers at Mentone. And there 
is still a Cuby, not far from the 
old shop, but in a smarter, although 
not necessarily more prosperous 
establishment. The Cuby of our 
time was ready to trade in far 
more than the furniture he lent 
out for hire, or the cigars he sold. 
Jewellery and bill stamps were not 
quite unknown, I believe, in his 
back premises, and his profits 
must have been considerable. 
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about old Cuby. He would 
babble quite freely of his coups 
and of his losses too. One day a 
customer enquired the price of a 
big meerschaum pipe Cuby had 
kept in his window for years. ** I 
would have taken anything for it," 
he confessed ; ** but it came into 
my head to ask ten pounds — and 
he gave it me ! '* cried Cuby in 
great glee. On another occasion 
he was in deep grief — he had lost 
/*6oo. ** A bad debt, or what ? " 
he was asked. ** No, Senor ; but 
last week they brought me a 
lottery ticket which I would not 
buy. That pillo and tunante (thief 
and villain), Lord James, took it, 
and it turned up a prize of ;^6oo. 
Ay de mi ! " This ♦* Lord James " 
was a chief competitor of Cuby's 
and his dearest foe. Hadida was 
his family name, but he was 
always known as ** Lord James,'* 
because in times remote, a certain 
lordling, whose name I forget, 
had passed like a nugget through 
Hadida*s hands, leaving much of 
his gold behind, and the old Jew 
was so fond of quoting his bene- 
factor that he presently went by 
the soubriquet of ** Lord James." 

" Saccone ! " now the honoured 
and rightly honoured name of a 
famous firm doing a large business 
as wine merchants, with regiments 
and Queen's ships — but how much 
more was the first who bore it in 
Gibraltar esteemed, appreciated, 
feared ! The first ** Sacc " some 
thirty years ago had come to be 
the universal provider of cash, the 
general relieving officer of the gar- 
rison. Everyone banked with 
Saccone, although the banking 
was very much of the kind meant 
by the old Duke of York 
(Frederick) when proposing the 
health of Messrs. Cox and Green- 
wood ; — " my bankers — no not 
exactly that, for as a matter of 
fact, I am theirs. I have more of 
their money than they of mine." 



Most of the officers serving at 
" Gib." in those days had some of 
** Sacc's " money, at least for a 
time^ It was a very expensive 
garrison then : three race meet- 
ings, a pack of hounds, constant 
entertainment, balls, dinners, 
picnic parties, severely tried all 
whose pockets were not well 
filled. There was never any diffi- 
culty, however, in getting an 
advance from *' Sacc " ; and really 
on perfectly fair and reasonable 
terms. It has been always affirmed 
that he never made any serious 
losses through this willingness to 
let accounts be overdrawn, but 
there can, of course, be no cer- 
tainty on this point. That he was 
distinctly obliging and to an extent 
that showed extraordinary confi- 
dence, was an undoubted fact. 
What passed between those who 
were deep in his books and 
** Sacc's devil," a sharp visaged 
pertinacious employ^ of his who 
had an unpleasant way of calling 
on his customers continually, was 
never rightly divulged. When 
this dreaded emissary won past the 
gate orderlies, and was seen 
approaching the officers' quarters, 
there was no safety then but in 
immediate flight. It was, of course 
only postponing the inevitable 
hour, with the prospect of a still 
more unpleasant interview with 
paterfamilias in the end. I can 
call to mind one youngster who 
took home so heavy a reckoning 
that his illustrious father brought 
the subject of racing and betting 
at ** Gib." before the authorities at 
the Horse Guards. 

No doubt the. spirit of gambling 
was very rife on the Rock in those 
days, and it must have been en- 
couraged by the ease with which 
money could be borrowed. Sac- 
cone often carried a whole settle- 
ment on his shoulders, and the 
figures were never small. Very 
big books were made on the 



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various events — far too large for 
an ordinary garrison town. The 
Indian system of lotteries was in 
force ; horses were drawn for, then 
put up to auction and knocked 
down to the highest bidder, the 
favourite often fetching as much 
as two or three himdred pounds. 
With this assistance, large odds 
could be given and taken (I can 
remember one bet of a hundred 
pounds to a potato, in which the 
potato man won) ; hence the 
heavy obligations incurred after 
every meeting, and the need to 
apply to the great financial agent. 
Racing had thus developed — per- 
haps degenerated is the proper 
word — into a very serious busi- 
ness, far more than the original 
matching together of the chargers 
and ponies that officers rode on 
parade or hunted to hounds. 
Considerable enterprise was 
shown in securing cracks, and 
men went long distances in search 
of them. There was one expedi- 
tion to Alexandria in search of a 
certain Arab in Ismail's stable, 
whose fame for speed had travelled 
as far as *' Gib.,** and who did 
eventually walk off with the Barb 
Maiden. Racing was the chief 
topic of conversation in those 
days ; everyone watched the train- 
ing, and, if possible, the trials. 
These took place upon the North 
Front exercising ground coram 
publico, where all the sportsmen of 
the garrison collected in the early 
morning to watch the gallops in 
the intervals of coffee drinking and 
flirtation. Privacy was almost 
out of the question, and one story 
at least is told of an ingenious 
device to test performance with- 
out overlookers. The owner was 
a captain, bound some day to 
mount the North Front guard, 
and spend the night there, locked 
out when everyone else was locked 
inside the fortress. When the 
chance came, his horses and his 



jockeys were sent down last thing ; 
the first were stabled by the guard- 
room, the latter had a shake-down 
within. At day dawn the party 
turned out to make the trial, and as 
they devoutly hoped, quite unseen. 
But somehow the secret had leaked 
out, and after the gallop, a loud 
** Who-op *' from behind a tomb- 
stone in the North Front cemetery 
told the disappointed owner that 
his artifice had failed. 

Every incident was not so harm- 
less. It is to be feared that the 
temptation to make a big haul 
occasionally encouraged more re- 
prehensible practices. In-and-out 
running was not altogether un- 
known, and there was one flagrant 
case which had also its comic side. 
A certain officer was foolish 
enough to rope his mount in front 
of the whole grand stand, before the 
Governor, the General, the Stew- 
ards, and half the garrison assem- 
bled. The joke was in the silly, 
bungling way in which the thing 
was done, and yet the hero of this 
escapade was greatly surprised 
when he was called over the coals. 
A Court of Enquiry sat to take 
evidence, and, in spite of his in- 
dignant denial, the offence was 
proved, and he was called upon to 
resign his commission. Fortu- 
nately the general tone of the turf 
stood too high to be injuriously 
affected by an affair of this sort. 
The proceedings were ever con- 
trolled by men of honour, officers 
and gentlemen, in the truest sense 
of the term. One was afterwards 
Governor, the late Sir Lothian 
Nicholson, who died on the Rock 
a year or two ago ; another is the 
new Military Secretary, General 
Coleridge Grove, in whom only a 
few old veterans will recognise the 
long-headed young ensign who 
won so much unstinted approval 
as handicapper at the meetings. 
He exhibited then that superior 
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collate facts that has now made 
him the chief dispenser of military 
patronage. 

And what of the racing now ? 
It still flourishes, but not quite 
upon the old ambitious lines ; it is 
checked and restrained by some- 
what more interfering military 
authorities. For the last year or 
two the novel feature of a point- 
to-point race has been introduced 
under the auspices of the present 
enterprising M.F.H. The last 
event, ridden out on the 23rd 
March, was a well-contested, 
brilliant affair. I read in the 
Gibraltar Chronicle that there were 
no less than 69 starters, 23 repre- 
senting the Royal Artillery alone ; 
the rest were furnished by other 
regiments and the staff", with one 
civilian, Mr. Charles Larios, the 
M.F.H. , and one naval officer. 
The ground was selected by the 
M.F.H., and the line taken, as it 
is recorded in the local journal, 
revives many old memories. "All 
being ready, Mr. Larios led the 
way by Dyer's Covert and the 
Agua Corte brook to the Devil's 
Staircase, whence, following the 
Casas Viejas track for a mUe, he 
pulled up at a point opposite Los 
Perales Farm, looking down the 
upper part of the Agua Corte 
stream above the Pino country. 
The finish was to be at a point 
midway between the Duke of 
Kent's Farm and the Second 
Venta on the far side of the railway, 
three miles and a quarter as the 
crow flies, and four miles as ridden. 
. . . A note on the Master's 
horn gave the signal, and a general 
scatter ensued, each group trust- 
ing to its own leader. The start 
was down hill, over rather rocky 
ground, and the first mile or so 
was pretty rough going, but 
judging by the pace at which it 
was negotiated, it might have 
been the smoothest grass ; the 
clever way in which horses and 



ponies got along was wonderful, 
considering many of them were 
carrying thirteen stone and up- 
wards." Brooks to cross and stiff" 
stretches of plough, steep slopes to 
climb, all these tired the smaller 
ponies severely ; but at last the 
field, much diminished, it is true, 
came in sight of the red flags 
marking the finish, and lookers-on 
might see the end of the race. 
Some came down the big spur on 
which lies Clarke's Covert ; others 
made for Fellowes* Gorse, and 
were out of it. " Leading the 
former contingent," says the 
Chronicle f ** was Mr. Larios, pink ; 
and not far behind came Captains 
Phillips and Bigge and Lieut. - 
Col. Adye (R. A.)." As the River 
Guadaranque was low, the leaders 
chanced it, and got across, thus 
cutting out all the rest. " The 
trouble, however, did not end with 
the river, for between it and the 
winning-post was a heavy bit of 
marshy land, intersected by some 
small ditches, which proved very 
trying to blown and tired horses, 
and was the cause of several falls." 
In the end, Mr. C. Larios, " as 
was expected, won the individual 
prize easily, Lieut. -Col. Adye 
being second, with two other 
R.A. officers, Lieut. Alderson and 
Capt. Bigge, in close attendance." 
The report closes with a well- 
deserved compliment to the 
M.F.H. for the excellent line he 
had chosen ; and no doubt Mr. 
Larios does his duty admirably to 
Gibraltar sport in general and to 
the Calpe Hunt in particular. 
Yet it will sound strange to old- 
fashioned soldiers to hear that the 
famous old pack is hunted by 
him, and not by an officer of the 
garrison, as in times of yore. 
Probably officers serving at Gib- 
raltar are gainers by the change. 
Hunting was a rather costly 
amusement, and now the whole 
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single liberal individual. The 
Larios family has amassed much 
wealth in Gibraltar, and its pre- 
sent head has acquired large areas 
of land in the neighbouring terri- 
tory of Spain. In times past, 
Spanish farmers and occupiers 
professed to highly disapprove of 
hunting; their growing crops 
were always greatly damaged, 
they declared, by horses and 
hounds, and their demands for 
compensation were often exces- 
sive. These payments were a 
great tax upon the funds of the 
Hunt, while its members were 
continually oppressed with fears 
that as cultivation increased the 
meets would be driven further 
afield — perhaps that hunting in 
the end would become impossible. 
No doubt the public-spirited in- 
tervention of Mr. Larios has 
smoothed away all these difficul- 
ties ; he has, no doubt, sufficient 
authority over his tenants to pro- 
tect foxes, and prevent interfer- 
ence with sport. For this he 
must surely have earned the 
gratitude of the garrison; and if 
the famous old pack has entered 
on a new phase of existence, its 
prosperity is nowadays more 
certainly assured. 

This passing reference to the 
Calpe Hunt and its country re- 
vives many more pleasant memo- 
ries. Not the least of the charms 
of the old Rock were its surround- 
ings, its playgrounds, and happy 
hunting grounds, all within com- 
paratively easy reach. Nowadays, 
no doubt, there is a line of railway 
and frequent trains between Al- 
geciras and Ronda, but what is 
such commonplace travelling to 
the old romantic rides along river 
valleys and across rugged moun- 
tain slopes ? It was two days on 
horseback then to Ronda, and at 
the time of its fair and bull-fights 
how many merry parties were 
made to follow the rough track 



through Ximena and Gaucin to the 
picturesque old town, perched like 
an eagle's eyrie among rocks and 
chasms. There is an hotel now at 
Ronda, I am told — a grand affair, 
probably, compared to the primi- 
tive posada of Juan El Polo, 
" Polish John," hard by the Bull 
Ring, where we so often lodged, 
a dozen of us, all told, taking it in 
turn, one to watch the horses feed, 
another to water them, a third to 
pepper the beds with Keating's 
powder, and yet one more to hold 
the cook from too lavish use of 
garlic in the stew. Then at night 
the eiicierro^ or driving in the bulls 
for next day's festival, the great 
corrida, or bull-fight, when the 
whole place was en fete, and we 
became as much aficionados (con- 
noisseurs) in the cruel sport as the 
Spaniards themselves. 

Yes ; that Calpe country ! I 
remember it in connection with 
another memorable bootless ride. 
It was a hunting day, but I was 
saving a horse for next day's 
review. Just as the party, of whom 
a Royal Duke was one, had ridden 
away to the meet, the wild 
rider, in his big sombrero and 
brown leggings, who acted as 
telegraph messenger, trotted in 
from San Roque, with a message 
for H.R.H. (Now, if you please, 
there is a telegraph office in the 
main street, just opposite the Town 
Range, and you may cable to 
England direct, or to any part of 
the world. In those days it was 
all done through San Roque, 
thence via Madrid to Paris and 
London.) *' What is it ? " asked 
the Governor, as I stood at my 
door, with the message in my 
hand, and when I had explained, 
he said, airily, ** Get on a horse 
and follow the Prince." I had no 
choice but to saddle the mount I 
was saving, change into plain 
clothes, and ride in search of His 
Royal Highness. I made certain 



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of promptly overtaking him ; but 
not So. The meet was under the 
Queen of Spain's Chair ; the hounds 
round quickly, and their fox, as I 
heard from some who were thrown 
out, took them at once towards the 
Second Tower on the eastern 
beach. I did not come up with them 
for an hour. ** The Prince ? The 
Prince ? Where is the Prince ? " 
He was not with the hounds. He 
had lost them ; he had gone back 
to San Roque to lunch. No one 
could for certain say which. All 
I knew was that my horse was 
nearly pumped when I reached 
McCrae's hostelry, and foimd that 
His Royal Highness had called 
there, but was now gone back to 
the Rock. Once more I took the 
road, always hearing of him just 
ahead, but never coming up with 
him. At last, re-entering the for- 
tress, I got rid of my horse and 
took an Irish car to the New Mole, 
where his ship was lying. Still 
no Prince. It was not till quite 
late, when he came on board to 
dress for dinner, that I was able 
to hand him the telegram, with 
which I had been hunting him the 
whole of that weary day. 

I shall mention one more ride 
through that country, and I have 
done. It was a wild, reckless ride, 
too, as all who joined in it will re- 
member, begun long after sundown 
and continued through the night 
until daylight next day. This was 
the occasion of the celebrated mid- 
night picnic given during the dog 
days by the chief personage on the 
Rock. It was principally to escape 
the heats which forbid much exer- 
cise in the sun that the Governor 
invited a special party to take sup- 



per with him in the Second Pine 
Wood at II p.m. His servants, 
under the direction of an A.D.C., 
preceded us, and we started about 
nine at night through the open 
gates, I believe the one single oc- 
casion when such a thing has ever 
happened, and I can still remember 
the Town Major's face of indig- 
nant but mute protest as we rode 
through the Bayside Barrier. He 
stayed there sleepless and utterly 
wretched, the whole night through, 
as though he, and he alone, could 
save the fortress from surprise by 
the nearest Spanish garrison. We 
rode on, supped, remounted, and 
for three long hours threaded the 
bosky glades of the spacious Cork 
Wood, riding for the most part in 
chosen couples, male and female, 
nearly tete-a-tete, a very unique 
and unconventional proceeding. 
The humour of the joke was 
not so well appreciated, perhaps, 
by the troop of Spanish gendarmes 
(guardias cioiles) who some time 
afterwards we heard had followed 
us everywhere to protect us 
through that rather reckless 
midnight ride. It appeared that 
the Spanish Governor of Algecfras, 
or, as he is officially styled, of " the 
Camp of Gibraltar; that fortress 
being temporarily in the hands 
of the English," had heard of 
our madcap enterprise, and fearing 
trouble, had thought it right 
to send us an escort unknown 
to ourselves. There were evil 
people about, it was said, who 
might have interfered with us. 
We never quite realised the danger, 
and if danger there was it would 
only have added piquancy to the 
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Rowing in 1896. 



Henley Regatta is practically 
the commencement of the rowing 
season for the Metropolitan Clubs ; 
for 'Varsity oarsmen it is the 
concluding event. The racing of 
the first half of any year is, there- 
fore, mainly confined to the 'Var- 
sities. During the first three 
months all interest centres in the 
Oxford and Cambridge Boat Race, 
and later the College Races and 
other events of the Summer Terms 
are interesting, not only in them- 
selves, but as productive of pro- 
bable crews and competitors for 
Henley. 

The 'Varsity Race of this year 
was one of the very best ever 
rowed, and the crews were of 
exceptional quality. Since then 
both at Oxford and Cambridge 
the summer races have provided 
plenty of excitement and the usual 
display of good, indifferent, and 
abnormally bad rowing. The oars- 
men whose portraits are given here 
are — in different ways — excellent 
representatives of this half-year's 
boat racing, Mr. McLean and Mr. 
Muttlebury as the rival coaches 
and Mr. Gold and Mr. Fernie 
as the rival strokes of the 'Varsity 
crews. It is very seldom that 
the winning stroke in the Oxford 
and Cambridge Boat Race earns 
so much kudos as did Mr. Gold, 
and at least as seldom that the 
losing stroke comes in for so much 
admiration as did Mr. Fernie; 
but the race was a sufficiently re- 
markable one to justify this. 
Over its chief features and the 
respective merits of the crews 
there have since been the usual 
newspaper discussions and dis- 
agreements. I must be excused 
in this connection for treating of 
what has now passed into history. 

For several reasons the Boat 



Race of 1896 was exceptional ; for 
one, that the favourite was beaten. 
Nearly all the critics and most of 
the public had made up their 
minds that it was a " soft thing " 
for Cambridge. This preference 
was founded mainly on fancy, as 
no "line" was given in practice 
to justify it. It is not in human 
nature to own lightly that one is 
wrong, and if Oxford had won the 
station the explanation of their 
victory would have been a simple 
one. As they lost the station it 
was more difficult, but though the 
theory was only directly advocated 
in one case, the natural inference 
to be drawn from many accounts 
of the race was that Cambridge 
bad after all chosen wrong, and 
that Middlesex is invariably, even 
with a slanting head-wind off 
Surrey at the Soapworks, the 
better station. The wish is often 
father to the thought, and the 
wish to justify a mistaken opinion 
was undoubtedly responsible for 
the many accounts that gave one 
the impression of a course dead 
straight to Barnes with a final 
corner in favour of Oxford. 

I do not wish to suggest, for a 
moment, that the Press shows 
any habitual preference for Cam- 
bridge. On the contrary, the re- 
porters have been more inclined 
of recent years to form an over- 
high estimate of Oxford and be- 
little Cambridge proportionately. 
To take a single instance, the 
critics in 1891 had made up their 
minds that Oxford were by far 
the better crew. When it came 
to the point Oxford won a hard 
race, by a bare half length. Most 
accounts, however, gave one to 
suppose that they never exceeded 
a paddle, and rowed alongside of 
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This tendency to take a side 
beforehand usually influences the 
accounts of the Boat Race. In 
most cases the favourite wins. 
Then no word of praise is too 
good for the winners, and the 
losers suffer undeserved contume- 
ly. This year the one-sidedness 
was the other way. In the 1896 
Boat Race I maintain that the 
better crew won, and would have 



in every respect a remarkably fine 
one. It was rowed in wonderful 
time considering the adverse con- 
ditions, and both crews were of 
distinctly high class, and kept 
their form admirably on a very 
trying day and throughout a very 
trying race. 

To Mr. D. H. McLean was 
very largely due the excellence of 
the Oxford Eight. Mr. McLean 




Mr. d. h. McLean. 



won more easily from the Surrey 
station. It is true that the station 
at the end favours Middlesex, but 
for two-thirds of the race, with 
the wind as it was on March 
28th of this year, the advantage 
of Surrey is so considerable that it 
should enable the Surrey crew, if 
equal to its rival in pace, to take 
the Middlesex water at Barnes. 
The race, as has been said, was 



has been during the last five 
years as invaluable to Oxford as a 
coach as he was ten years ago as 
an oar. It is not always the best 
oar that makes the best coach, 
but Mr. McLean has proved him- 
self as capable in the preaching as 
in the practice. His rowing career 
commenced at Eton, where he re- 
presented the school at Henley in 
1 88 1, 1882, and 1883. At Oxford 



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Plate " for three years in succes- 
sion. Last year he was captain 
of the boats at Eton, and had 
already the reputation of being a 
born stroke; since then he has 
added to his laurels a sensational 
win for Oxford against Cambridge 
in a race that can be compared 
with one other only in the whole 
history of the Boat Race. I refer, 
of course to the year of F. I. Pit- 
man's wonderful spurt, 1886. In 
these two races only, 1886 and 
1896 has the boat that led at 
Barnes been beaten. This simple 
fact speaks for itself as to the 
usual value of the corner after 
Barnes, and is a strong plea 
against the choice of the Middlesex 
station. 

There are some men who are 
bDrn strokes, but who are neither 
born nor become particularly good 
oars. Mr. Gold is not one of these. 
He rows in excellent form, a clean, 
lively stroke, with a good swing 
and a smart recovery. He could 
probably row well in any other 
f)lace in the boat. 

Mr. Fernie's first experience of 
rowing was on the tideway at 
Gravesend, where he was prepar- 
ing on the training ship "Wor- 
cester'* for a seafaring life. There 
he learnt, at any rate, to work 
hard, in a boat that doubtless 
took a deal of pulling. He has 
given up seafaring, and is instead 
making a reputation for himself 
as one of the pluckiest strokes 
and soundest, hard-working oars 
ever seen at Cambridge. He is 
not a finished oar of the class of 
Mr. Gold, but he is very strong 
and of great use either at stroke 
or further back in a boat. The 
determined way in which he 
forced his crew along in this year's 
Boat Race, and, in vile water, kept 
them going to the very end, won 
everyone's admiration. He has 
also done ^ood work for his 
College, Trinity Hall. He rowed 



two in their fine Head of the 
River Eight of last year that 
afterwards at Henley beat Cornell 
and finally won the Grand Chal- 
lenge Cup, after a hard race with 
New College. A few weeks ago 
Mr. Fernie acjded to his previous 
successes a victory in the open 
Pairs at Cambridge, rowing stroke 
to Mr. Bell ; while with the same 
partner he rowed a dead -heat in 
the final of the Double SculUng. 

Since the Boat Race the most 
notable event of the present row- 
ing season has been the fall of 
Magdalen from the Headship of 
the River at Oxford. During the 
four previous years Magdalen 
had remained Head, thus tying 
Trinity's record of thirty years 
ago. With four " blues " in the 
boat it was not expected that this 
year's crew would have any 
serious difficulty in keeping their 
place. However, there is no such 
thing as a certainty in rowing, 
and New College easily went 
Head on the first night of the 
racing, making their bump half- 
way over the course. New College, 
it should be mentioned, had also 
four ** blues" in their eight, Mr. 
C. M. Pitman having gone up to 
row for them, and taken his place 
at six. It is hard to account 
for the poor display given by 
Magdalen. They were well stroked 
and up to a certain point a good 
crew ; but their swing was uneven 
and hurried, they never got really 
together, and they rowed without 
much life. They were certainly 
disappointing ; but the reason 
they lost their place was rather, I 
think, that New College were 
particularly fast, than that they 
were particularly slow. Magdalen 
were, at any rate, many lengths 
faster than any other crew at 
Oxford except New College. That 
they should have been bumped by 
Trinity, owing to an accident on 
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luck. Had this happened earlier 
in the races they could undoubt- 
edly have regained their position 
on the following night, and the 
incident would only have added 
a little pleasant variety to the 
proceedings without altering the 
order. If Magdalen had stayed 
Head they would, as a matter of 
course, have entered for the 
** Grand " at Henley ; as it is they 



looks at the moment of writing as 
if a College had again a very good 
chance of winning. 

New College, over the short 
Oxford course, were out and away 
faster than their crew of last year, 
and unless they fail over the extra 
distance at Henley, or Leander 
prove unexpectedly fast, they 
should have as good a chance 
as any other English crew at the 




Mr. W. J. FERNIE. 



have decided not to enter, and 
New College have gone in their 
place. It was only a few years 
ago that everyone was declaring a 
College would never win the 
** Grand " again ; that was at the 
time when Leander commenced 
their recent series of victories, 
yet not only has the unexpected 
come to pass, but both crews that 
fough^ out the final last year were 
Collegre Eights, and this year it 
vol!, lxvi. — NO. 437. 

/ 



Regatta, as the Metropolitans 
seem hardly up to their usual 
standard. Of Yale it will be pos- 
sible to form some estimate by the 
time this is in print ; but speak- 
ing now, some weeks before Hen- 
ley, they are entirely an unknown 
quantity. Report has it that they 
are wonderfully good, and will 
fairly surprise us. It must be 
owned that Cornell fairly surprised 
us last year. That any set of men 

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could row so astoundingly fast, and 
even more astoundingly short, and 
move their boat along at a rapid 
pace for at least a mile, was some- 
thing quite subversive of all our 
theories and notions of rowing. 
It is true that last year the 
" Grand " crews, with the possible 
exception of Leander, were hardly 
up to the average, but the diffi- 
culty was to understand why the 
Americans were better than third 
or fourth rate. Yale, at least, 
have the reputation of rowing a 
long stroke more or less in our 
own style. They go in most 
thoroughly for rowing as an art, 
and what with machines, water- 
tanks, and other contrivances, are 
practising indoors and out the 
whole year round. However, it is 
probable that they will have to 
meet and beat crews of better 
class than last year's before they 
carry our champion rowing Cup 
across the Atlantic. An Amster- 
dam club has also entered for the 
Grand, and, judging by the Dutch 
crew of last year, it is quite possi- 
ble that they may prove danger- 
ous. A French crew have entered 
for the Thames, and the Canadian 
Thompson has again entered for 
the Diamonds. In fact, Henley 
appears to be growing of a more 
international character every year. 
This suggests the question that 
is beginning to give our rowing 
authorities of the Amateur Rowing 
Association and the Henley Stew- 
ards serious cause for thought. 
This is, the advisability of clos- 
ing the ** Grand " against foreign 
competitors. There is in certain 
quarters a strong feeling in favour 
of this step. The objections urged 
against foreign competition are, 
in the first place, that it is im- 
possible to inquire adequately into 
the amateur status of foreign 
crews ; in the second, that a 
foreign country can get together 
a crew of almost international 



strength, while on this side, un- 
less we spoil our Regatta as an 
inter-club competition, our best 
men are divided amongst a num- 
ber of different crews. On the 
other hand, it is clear that to 
narrow the circle of competition 
would at once put Henley into a 
lower class as a rowing meeting. 
At present the Grand Challenge 
Cup is the " blue ribbon " of row- 
ing, because the race is the first 
in the world and open to all the 
world. To turn it now into a 
championship for English clubs 
only would obviously lower the 
standard of the race. However, 
two things in this matter are self- 
evident ; one is, that after all these 
years we cannot with dignity bar 
the race to a foreign entry at a mo- 
ment when foreigners are begin- 
ning seriously to compete for the 
coveted trophy ; the other, that we 
cannot fairly shut out the foreign 
element at all unless we offer 
some other Championship Cup 
for international competition. This 
latter condition presents no great 
difficulty ; indeed, the offer of such 
a cup has already been very gen- 
erously made by a well-known old 
University oarsman. Yet, even if 
this solution be adopted, it is hard 
to avoid the conclusion that, either 
the International Cup Race will 
become the important event, and 
be contested seriously both by 
this country and outsiders, thus 
inevitably robbing the ** Grand " 
of much of its prestige, or else 
that we will refrain from entering 
our best crew or crews for tlhe In- 
ternational Race, and the \Yorld*s 
Championship will be of the aature 
of a farce. 

There is another difficul 
connection with Henley ofl 
standing than this, which is | 
referring to, and of which 
year gives fresh evidence, 
is the inequality under c1 
conditions of the stations. 




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unfortunately these conditions are 
very commonly prevalent. With 
a fairly strong head-wind slanting 
off " the bushes " — a " bushes* 
wind '* as it is called — the boat 
possessing the Bucks station has 
an advantage of a full two lengths 
over its opponent. This, of course, 
means that in the case of two 
crews of about the same class, 
one starts with no chance what- 
ever of winning. It is true that 
the course is a fair one compared 
with the old course with the 
corner, where three boats rowed 
abreast, and it was any odds 
against the outside station. On 
two days out of three, perhaps, 
there is nothing to choose in 
the stations at Henley, but on 
every third day, or thereabouts, 
when the wind is in the quarter 
stated, the course is a manifestly 
unfair one. Reference has been 
made before to stations at Putney, 
but on the whole the Putney to 
Mortlake course will be very gener- 
ally admitted to be one of the 
fairest in the world. Provided 
that each crew is capable of row- 
ing a good losing race, and the 
moral advantage of a lead does 
not tell unduly, there is never a 
great deal to choose between the 
stations. At Henley it is not so, 
and it is not of occasional, but of 
frequent, occurrence for the better 
crew to lose solely on its bad luck 
in the draw. This is a serious 
evil, and one that will doubtless 
be again in evidence this year, as 
it has been for many years past. 
The portion of the course where, 
with a Bushes* wind, the superi- 
ority of Bucks chiefly tells, is from 
just above the Island to Fawley 
boathouse. The course, starting 
from the Bucks side of the Island, 
has to be carried very close to the 
Bucks shore as far as Fawley. 
The natural result is that with a 
head-wind off Bucks the tall trees 
and houseboats afford comparative 



shelter for a narrow strip of water 
along that side of the river of just 
about the width of a boat and oars. 
Anyone who has watched a race 
under such conditions will have 
seen the outside boat staggering 
under the full blast of the wind, 
and often nearly stopped by a 
gust, while the inside boat pur- 
sues the even tenor of its way 
and gains at every stroke. After 
Fawley the course runs wider from 
the bank and there is less shelter 
on shore, so that the stations be- 
come more equal, but the differ- 
ence over the first half is sufficient 
to ruin the chance of many a 
good crew. 

It is always easier to point out 
an evil than to propose a remedy. 
It is so in this case. There has, 
however, been one suggestion 
made that deserves consideration. 
This is to start the course from 
the other, or Berkshire, side of 
the Island. It is true that the 
river at the start, alongside the 
Island, would require some widen- 
ing and possibly dredging. Once get 
over this difficulty and you have a 
course with no corner, as there is 
now, but straight from start to 
finish, and, between the Island 
and Fawley, sufficiently wide of 
the Bucks shore to prevent the in- 
side boat getting any appreciable 
degree of shelter from the trees 
and house-boats. This of course 
is a suggestion and not a tho- 
roughly worked out plan. There 
may be objections to it not at 
first apparent ; but in face of the 
frequent unfairness of the present 
Henley course, it should be worth 
consideration. It is to be hoped 
that in the Henley now before us 
there may be no exceptions to the 
rule that "the best crew wins; " 
but unless the wind be a leading 
one or very light during all three 
days of the Regatta, this is, alas, 
hardly to be expected. 

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Oakapple. 



It is not always the weakest, 
stupidest, and least capable men 
that stumble and fall in the race 
of life. Some men seem to be 
dogged by ill luck, which is always 
making them stumble and lose 
ground even when they are 
making the running strongest, 
till at last it trips them up once 
for all, and leaves them helplessly 
quivering in the dust of the track. 
Of those who thus come to grief 
a very few are able to pick them- 
selves up again, stagger back to 
the starting point, and make a 
fresh effort. If this second start 
is made, fortime then often seems 
to turn, and the competitor, if he 
is not hailed a winner at the finish, 
runs at any rate into a good place. 

I daresay you know the name 
of Mr. Dalton, who takes such a 
leading part to-day in South 
African politics, and whose energy, 
ability, and straightforward con- 
duct have given him a competent 
fortune and great influence in the 
new States which English enter- 
prise is building up. I came across 
him pretty often in his early life, 
and can tell you one or two things 
about him which most people 
have forgotten, if they ever knew 
them. You will see in him one 
of the men who have been able to 
make a second start after a first 
failure. 

In the early sixties, Dublin was, 
as it always has been, one of the 
very cheeriest places where a man 
could be quartered. In those 
days it was one of the very few 
stations where soldiers met in 
large numbers. As a rule, regi- 
ments then found themselves in 
detached barracks by themselves, 
and had none of that knocking up 
against each other which is now 
so common. When they did meet 
at Aldershot and the big garrisons 



in the South of England, there 
was not half the fun to be found 
in the districts roimd them which 
Dublin always provided, and as in 
that " dear, dirty " town the 
duties were easy and occupied 
little time in the days before 
courses of instructions and severe 
examinations took such a large 
part in military life as they do at 
present, there was a pretty con- 
stant round of excitement and, if 
a man wished to live fast, he 
found every kind of pleasure open 
to him ; there was nothing to put 
on the drag, and there were many 
companions to encourage and abet 
him. Hunting, steeplechasing, 
racing, with many minor forms of 
*'divarsion" filled the year from 
end to end, and, if they were not 
enough to make money fly and to 
give piquancy to daily life, it was 
whispered that in some messes 
the nightly rubbers carried more 
than shillings and half-crowns, 
and that at one club at least, a 
man might " cut the light pack 
and call the rattling main" to 
almost any tune he chose. 

Among the subalterns of the 
200th Hussars certainly one of the 
smartest and most promising was 
Fred Dalton. He had everything 
apparently in his favour, good 
looks, more than average ability 
and a fair fortune. There were 
few things that he could not do. 
He was a very fine horseman and 
at most sports and games more 
than held his own. Unaffected 
and good-hearted, needless to say 
he was popular. Every society 
was glad to welcome him and 
wherever he went he found friends 
and admirers among high and low. 
The great struggles of the Crimea 
and Mutiny were over and the 
era of small wars had not begun. 
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energies and accomplishments in 
his profession he had apparently 
every qualification for pushing 
himself to the front, but, as things 
were, he plunged eagerly into the 
wildest life he found around him 
and burned the candle at both 
ends, and in the middle too. The 
hardest and keenest of pursuers 
with the Meath and Ward, he 
naturally had during every spring 
horses engaged at the ** lep race '* 
meetings of which there are so many 
all over Ireland and especially near 
its capital. He had some thorough- 
breds in a professional trainer's 
hands at the Curragh and his 
colours were well known at the 
gatherings on that greenest and 
then, at least, most iniquitous 
turf. If he had contented him- 
self with the ordinary chances 
of contests between the flags across 
country and on the flat, he might 
possibly have resisted the buffets 
of fortune ; but he backed the 
luck of his colours too heavily 
and, in addition, he too often 
heard the chimes at midnight 
seated at the board of green cloth, 
where the most reckless spirits 
were nightly gathered. 

Most men, when they begin to 
tempt fortune, have the encourage- 
ment of a bit of luck, but Fred 
Dalton never had any at all, or, 
rather, if he had some slight 
return from one of his wild ven- 
tures, it was more than neutralised 
by a heavy loss on another. 
During the whole of i86 — and 
the following winter, the daily 
gossip of Dublin was sure to 
include the account of some catas- 
trophe, great or small, which had 
overtaken him and always the 
blow seemed to come like a bolt 
from the blue when success ap- 
peared to be certain. Needless to 
recount the disasters that befel 
him one after another. How his 
adversary marked the king at 
ecarie when the game was in his 



hands, as he played double or 
quits for a crushing stake. How 
something happened to spoil the 
chance of the hottest favourite in 
the handicap which apparently 
had things all its own way and 
was backed for pounds, shillings 
and pence. How the horse which 
should have won at Baldoyle and 
brought back a hatful of money 
was upset by a cur running across 
the course, and was beaten by a 
head. Never was a man so un- 
fortunate and never did anyone so 
little merit misfortune. In every- 
thing he did he was the straightest 
of the straight and he never 
allowed himself to show any but a 
bold and cheery face even in the 
worst of times. We all knew 
that, well oflf as he had been for a 
subaltern of Hussars, he must 
have dipped pretty deeply into 
his capital, but we had not real- 
ised how near he was to a final 
smash and he was so popular that 
we always hoped that the tide 
would some day turn and that he 
would get some share of fortune's 
favours. 

The best horse that he had in 
his stable was a chestnut thorough- 
bred called Oakapple. It was far 
and away the best military hunter 
in Dublin that year and, if Dalton 
was unlucky in everything else, 
certainly he had been fortunate in 
picking up so good an animal. He 
had bought the horse two years 
before in Westmeath as a raw 
four-year-old, but with care and 
good feeding it had grown and 
developed wonderfully and, be- 
sides being a very bold and 
perfect fencer, it had shown an 
unusual turn of speed. Dalton on 
Oakapple could not be beaten if 
they had anything like a fair start. 
They had far the best of it in the 
great run from Dunshaughlin, a ad 
time after time they held the 
pride of place when the Ward 
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had not run the horse in any 
steeplechases. He always said 
that he was too fond of him to 
expose him to any unnecessary 
risks and that he intended to 
keep one of his stud, at any rate, 
for his own private pleasmre. 

After his bad luck at Baldoyle, 
however, Dalton had to pay up a 
lot of money, and I suppose that, 
beginning to feel the pinch, he 
had to utilise every resource. At 
any rate, we saw Oakapple's name 
among the entries for the Grand 
Military Cup at Punchestown and 
heard that it had been put into strong 
training for the race. Of course 
all the best soldiers* horses in 
Ireland were entered also and 
there was no lack of talent to steer 
them, but Oakapple seemed to 
have as good a chance as any and 
quite justified the amount of money 
which, it leaked out, his owner 
had put upon him. 

There's no prettier sight in the 
world than the coiurse at Punches- 
town, when the horses are 
marshalled in front of the stand 
before a big race. Given a mild 
Irish spring day, when the fleecy 
clouds, drifting across the sky 
with the soft westerly wind, throw 
alternate lights and shades over 
the wide range of undulating 
pastures, broken only by the thick 
irregular lines denoting the formid- 
able fences which are the jumps 
in the steeplechase course, there 
is such a panorama as can no- 
where else be exceeded for beauty, 
with a foreground of such life and 
movement as can yield to nothing 
in interest. 

Well, the field were mustering 
for the Military Gold Cup, and 
repeated shouts, ** Hi ! *' ** Hi ! '* 
were heard as each of the com- 
petitors tore down the course in 
the preliminary canters. Of all 
the lot none looked more like 
winning than Dalton and Oak- 
apple. The horse was as fine as 



a star. Trained to perfection, his 
muscles standing out in rehef, and 
his action true and elastic as if he 
went upon wires, he looked ready 
to run for a man*s life. His rider, 
too, had that indefinable some- 
thing in his appearance in the 
saddle which makes man and 
horse seem like a complete piece 
of mechanism guided by one 
master spring. Dalton was as fit 
as his horse and he looked so cool 
and determined that it was not 
likely that any chance would be 
lost for want of jockeyship. Most 
of us had our fancy, but I know 
that I put my modest fiver on 
Oakapple and found that he 
carried so much money already 
that he had gone to a very short 
price in the ring. The flag fell 
and the lot got away. There was 
an English horse among them 
which some people thought a deal 
of. He certainly had a wonderful 
turn of speed, but though he had 
had plenty of schooling he never 
quite liked Irish fences, had the 
credit of being a little uncertain in 
his temper and, if he was upset, 
he was said to have a trick of 
refusing. However, Fosbery of 
the Artillery was on him, who 
was so strong a man in the saddle 
that his mount had little chance 
of getting it*s own way, and it was 
hoped that it would be kept 
straight. There was very litde 
grief before the field came to 
the big double, but there two 
were down and the rest began to 
tail off a good deal. From the 
stand we could see Oakapple lying 
third, but going very strong and 
well and evidently Dalton was 
waiting to make his effort till later 
in the race. The English horse 
was close behind and also seemed 
full of going. Faster and faster 
they came till they reached a very 
ordinary bank about a mile from 
home. The two leaders took it 
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creeping up and was not a length 
behind them, and the English 
horse was going neck and neck 
with Oakapple. Dalton was on 
the inside and was putting his 
horse at the fence when Fosbery's 
stirrup leather broke and he lost 
his determined grip. The Enghsh 
horse tried to cut the fence and 
swerved right across Oakapple 
just as he was rising, knocking 
him clean off his balance. Dalton 
made a gallant effort to get him 
on his legs again, but it was no 
good and both horses came down 
— a hideous fall. The English 
horse broke his shoulder. Dalton 
was sent spinning from his saddle 
and was picked up with a bad 
concussion of the brain, while 
Oakapple was hopelessly broken 
down on the oflf foreleg. 

This was the end of Dalton's 
career in the 200th. While he 
was yet lying helpless on a sick bed, 
his creditors swooped down upon 
him and stripped him of every- 
thing. A lawyer came over from 
England and made the best 
arrangements he could, but every- 
thing had to go. His horses were 
sold and poor Oakapple fetched 
£2^ from a sporting V. S., who 
thought he could patch him up 
sufficiently to get a race out of 
him. Dalton*s commission had to 
be sold to pay his racing debts 
and, when he was fit to go about 
again, he walked out of barracks a 
ruined man. Many of his old 
friends would have wished to help 
him, but he was steady in refus- 
ing assistance. We never saw him 
again. 

Two years later the 40th Lanc- 
ers were moved to Ireland, when 
the 200th went to Aldershot, and 
they carried on the game much 
like their predecessors. There 
were several wild Irishmen in the 
regiment, who were delighted to 
return to their native country and 
all its sporting delights and when 



their blood was up there was no 
limit to the reckless freaks in 
which they indulged. Many were 
the lively scenes of which they 
were the heroes and many the 
consequent wiggings which fell 
upon them. But wiggings had 
little effect in calming their mer- 
curial spirits and, if there was 
any chance of fun, they were 
never deterred from taking ad- 
vantage of it by awe of the powers 
that be, civil or military. Their 
guest-nights at mess generally 
ended in what their Irish mess- 
sergeant called the ** diviFs own 
rookawn," as he swept up the 
fragments of glass and china on 
the succeeding mornings, and not 
unfrequently the frolic was carried 
into the town, to the no small 
scandal and disturbance of peac- 
able citizens. Did not a whooping 
party of horsemen, with white 
night-dresses covering their other 
garments, swoop like a whirlwind 
through the most fashionable 
streets and squares on one mem- 
orable occasion ? did not — ? but 
let me not recall the memory of 
disorders, such as, I am told, 
could not occur among the lightest- 
hearted soldiers in our sedater and 
more strictly regulated days. 

I had come over from England 
to look at a horse that I had heard 
of, which I thought might possibly 
make a charger, and was, of 
course, asked to dine by the 40th. 
When I arrived at their mess I 
found that, besides myself and two 
or three other guests, a number of 
special hunting friends were going 
to be entertained and that there 
was a very full muster of the 
Lancers themselves. I smelt riot 
in the air and determined that I 
would take care not to be drawn 
into any escapade which my hosts 
might eventually organise. The 
dinner passed off very quietly 
however, and, though the fluids 
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rapidity, the only result was a very 
free discussion about the hunting 
episodes of the season, every point 
of which was judicially settled by 
the verdict of the genial M.F.H., 
whose grey hairs covered the most 
reckless head and whose portly 
form enclosed the boldest heart to 
be found among the company 
round the table. I sat next Tommy 
Osborne, an old comrade of the 
20oth, who had given up soldier- 
ing and gone into the colonial 
service. We had not met for 
more than two years, and had 
much to talk over in recalling old 
days and telling the history of our 
hves since we parted. After din- 
ner everybody settled down to 
cards — whist for the seniors, and 
a round game for the boys— who 
did not care to be trammelled in 
speech and conduct, even by the 
very mild laws of a regimental 
rubber. The witching hour of 
midnight was approaching, and 
there was a 'general setthng of 
accounts and a move from the 
card tables. The M.F.H. con- 
sulted his watch and said, " be- 
dad, major, it's about time we 
were going, if we are to get any 
beauty sleep before the special 
train starts to-morrow morning. 
I think I'll be going and say good- 
night." This was a signal for a 
search for great-coats, and a ser- 
vant was sent to see if the guests' 
cabs and cars were waiting at the 
barrack gate. As we sallied out 
from the mess-room I think a 
good many of the company felt 
the effects of the cool night air 
after their very liberal entertain- 
ment and here and there was to 
be seen some unsteadiness of step. 
All were prepared to go soberly 
to bed, however, and it was only 
I he devilment of some subalterns 
that paved the way for one of the 
most extraordinary scenes that I 
ever was present at. Some bottles 
of whisky had been conveyed to 



the hack drivers and, one and all, 
they were what policemen diag- 
nose as "drunk and incapable.'* 
The M.F.H. had engaged for 
the evening a well-known carman 
called Rory O'Brien, who always 
had a bit of blood in the shafts of 
his vehicle and was supposed to 
be the best driver on the Dublin 
streets. He was generally to be 
depended on, whether from the 
strength of his head or his sense 
of duty may be doubtful, to keep 
himself fit for any job on which 
he was engaged and it was with 
confidence that the M.F.H. hol- 
loaed to him to come up. What 
looked like a dirty heap of clothes 
lying near the gate suddenly stirred 
itself and a very indistinctly pro- 
nounced reply came, ** All right, 
your honour, I'll bring the cyar 
at wanst," and made a convulsive 
but ineffectual effort to get up. 
** You're drunk, Rory," said the 
M.F.H. ** I am, your honour, 
blind— glory be to God." All the 
other drivers were equally help- 
less, while there stood the long 
line of cars and cabs on the road, 
the unfortunate nags with their 
heads buried in nose-bags, the 
contents of which had long been 
consumed, and each resting its 
weight first on one wearied and 
shaky leg then shifting it to the 
other. Looks of dismay and 
bewilderment were exchanged 
amongst the company. All the 
evening's guests were a long way 
from their sleeping places, and 
there did not seem to be much 
chance of getting over the inter- 
vening distance. ** Faith, I'll put 
Rory in the well and drive my- 
self home," said the M.F.H. 
** Heaven send I don't upset on 
the road ! " But this laudable 
intention was easier expressed 
than carried out. Rory was drunk 
enough to be useless, but not suf- 
ficiently so to allow himself to be 
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ing opposition and he made frantic 
efforts to secure his horse's reins. 
** Ye drunken baste, be aisy,** said 
the M.F.H. ** I will not," said 
Rory ; " no man shall drive my 
cyar but meself.** 

** I tell you v/hat," cut in Larry 
Power, the junior captain of the 
40th ; •* you'll none of you go home 
at all for a bit yet. We'll have 
a steeplechase meeting by moon- 
light, and I'll lay out the course 
and ride a winner too. Here boys, 
run these cars into the barrack 
yard." No sooner said than done. 
The subalterns each seized a car- 
horse by the head and led it round 
the mess-house into the yard, the 
night sentry looking on with speech- 
less astonishment, not quite cer- 
tain whether to alarm the guard 
or not. Power took charge of the 
proceedings and, under his direc- 
tion, the horses were taken out of 
car and cab and unharnessed with 
the exception of their bridles, 
while the vehicles were piled up 
into four barricades at intervals 
round the yard. The scene was 
lighted by the pale beams of a 
watery-looking moon, and a cor- 
net appeared with one of the silver 
candelabra from the mess-table, 
carrying half-a-dozen wax lights, 
which was thrust into the M.F.H's 
hands with orders that he was to 
consider himself clerk of the course, 
starter and judge. 

"Now then, choose your horses," 
shouted Power, "and the 40th 
will ride the strangers for any- 
thing they like." So saying, he 
vaulted on the back of Rory 
O'Brien's nag, a big chestnut with 
deeply-fired legs. 

"Oh! ye wild scoundrel," said 
the M.F.H ; " somebody will 
be killed at this night's work, and 
what will I be able to say to ex- 
cuse myself at the inquest ? It's 
a terrible thing to get an old man 
like me into trouble ; but you 
shan't say that Jack Mansfield did 



not see you through your folly. 
If you will have it, I'll see all 
fair." 

Meantime, two more of the 40th 
and three civilians had managed 
to mount themselves, not without 
difficulty, for some of the poor old 
horses resented the novel situation 
and showed unexpected liveliness. 
Old Mansfield brandished his can- 
delabrum as an ensign of authority 
and cried, " come here now, all of 
ye, and form up by me. Ye wi'l 
start at my word and ride wance 
round the yard and finish by me 
again. Divil a step further will I 
let you run, and, begorra, I don't 
believe any of ye will get that 
far." 

I said before that our youngsters 
nowadays are sedater and better 
regulated than they were at the 
time of which I speak. I believe 
they know the details of their 
profession better, but, this I am 
certain of, that England never had 
better soldiers than the three luna- 
tics who were going to risk life 
and limb in riding car-horses over 
the most awkward-looking obsta- 
cles in a hard and stony barrack 
yard. One was subsequently 
killed in action at the head of his 
regiment, one gained the Victoria 
cross for a conspicuous act of dar- 
ing and one is now a very high 
official, with the strictest notions 
of propriety and discipline. 

Of three civilians who were 
mounted beside them — all were 
good men and true— one is now 
Governor of an important colony 
and if the names of the others are 
not known to fame, it is. because 
they have been worthily discharg- 
ing less distinguished, but not less 
honourable, duties among their 
own people on their own estates. 
By the time that all the pre- 
liminaries were settled the unusual 
uproar in the barrack yard had 
awakened the men, who were 
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the stables, and doors and win- 
dows were full of half-dressed 
dragoons, who were deriving as 
much amusement and interest 
from the scene as any of the more 
prominent actors and were making 
comments, flattering or otherwise, 
on the officers of their own troops. 
** That Larry's a credit to my 
teaching," said an old rough- rider 
corporal; " *twas I taught him 
to jump on a horse like that." 

** Well, I wonder what would 
happen to us if we was to make 
a row like this ? It would be a 
case of clink, Fm thinking ; " struck 
in another vieille moustache. ** Ah, 
don't be talking nonsense," replied 
a third, ** they take their chances 
of orderly-room same as us, and if 
old Swipes" (by this irreverent 
term did he designate the General 
commanding) ** heard of this he*d 
make it pretty hot for some of 
them, and don't you forget how 
the Captain got you out of trouble 
when you were up at the police- 
court last week for beating a con- 
stable. He's a fine boy and I'd 
sooner soldier under him than I 
would under one of your careful, 
quiet softies that never shows a 
bit of spirit." 

** Now then, gentlemen," said 
the M.F.H ; *'don't be keeping 
me here in the cold all night," as 
the six men were pulling and sidl- 
ing their wretched horses into 
something like a line near him. 
" Are ye ready now ? Well, then, 
go. 

Larry Power gave a wild whoop 
and dashed off with the others, at 
a very moderate speed indeed, for 
the poor brutes, cold and stiff, 
hardly realised what was required 
of them. As they came to the 
first obstacle, one old cab-horse 
planted his fore-feet firmly on the 
ground and refused to move 
another step, though three of the 
40th did their best to incite him 
by flicking him with table 



napkins. Of the rest, three 
managed to struggle over with a 
considerable rattle of broken 
wood ; one put his hind-legs 
through the window of a cab 
lying on its side and was hope- 
lessly in difficulties, while Larry 
Power's chestnut cleared cab and 
car with a glorious boimd. The 
M.F.H. could not contain his 
admiration of the performance. 

*' That's a great horse. Begad, 
if he only gets round the yard, I'll 
give Rory £50 for him to mount 
one of the whips." 

There were loud shouts of ex- 
citement from all the onlookers, 
and it would be difficult to say 
who made the most noise, the 
convives of the mess-table or 
the now thoroughly awakened 
dragoons. 

*' Hurrah for C Troop !" " Well 
done, Larry !" ** Go it, captain !" 
yelled the men, while the officers 
and their friends lost all semblance 
of calm, following the riders from 
fence to fence and doing all they 
knew to rouse the horses, or, as 
old Mansfield expressed it, keep- 
ing themselves handy to pick up 
the pieces. 

It does not take long to cover 
400 yards even on old car-horses, 
but the few minutes were full of 
incident. One horse, as I said, 
had from the first refused to take 
a part in the fray, three were down 
and were amusing themselves 
kicking to pieces the vehicles 
which they had so long been 
dragging through Dublin with so 
much sweat and toil, while their 
would-be riders were rubbing sore 
bones and ruefully contemplating 
the wrecks of evening clothes or 
mess uniforms. Larry Power was 
cantering up to the last fence 
followed by a squire from Louth 
who had been sober and cunning 
enough to let others make a way 
for him through the fences while 
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white Methuselah of a cab-horse. 

** Now, then, first past my candle- 
stick wins !'* shouted old Mansfield. 

Larry put the chestnut at the 
fence and collected him for the 
jump. The horse answered the 
call gamely, and did his best. Un- 
fortunately there was a pair of 
shafts sticking up in the middle of 
the barricade, which could hardly 
be distinguished in the dim light, 
and, good though his eflfort had 
been, the poor brute hit them 
hard ahd turned over on the 
stony, unyielding ground. The 
Louth man slipped quietly through 
the gap that had been made, the 
winner and the solitary man who 
had gone round the course. But 
there was little heed paid to him, 
for there was a general rush from 
all sides to pick up Larry Power, 
and to try to put the chestnut on 
his legs again. Larry had escaped 
better than perhaps he deserved. 
A scraped face, a broken collar- 
bone and a mess jacket torn from 
collar to waist were the worst of 
his injuries. But the old horse 
that had made so gallant a 
struggle was lying helpless on its 
side, raising its head and looking 
wistfully round at the excited 
crowd. Nor was the mute appeal 
for pity without response. A 
strapping dragoon with a cloak 
over his shoulders rushed forward, 
took in his hands the animal's 
head and under it as a support 
shoved the cloak, while he wiped 
the blood and dirt from . the 
gashed mouth and expanded 
nostrils. I was in the front rank 
of the spectators, and caught the 
half-muttered words, ** My dear 
old Oakapple, have you come to 
this ? I thought I knew you, my 
poor horse ;" and then the man 
soothed and patted him, regard- 
less of the crowd around. The 
chestnut seemed to understand 
the words of kindness and recogni- 
tion, giving a low whinny of 
pleasure. 



Osborne was close to me, and 
whispered : — 

* I say, Harvey, that's Fred 
Dalton and that must be the 
horse he used to make such a pet 
of. Don't you remember Punches- 
town three years ago ? Til be 
bound the story of both of them 
since then has been sad enough. 
We must do something for him, 
at any rate.' 

He wrote a few words on a 
card and slipped it into the man's 
hand, who, glancing at it, gave a 
startled look at both of us, and 
then a short nod of assent. 

Just then Rory O'Brien, who 
had become partially sober, stag- 
gered up and gave a kick at the 
heaving body of the prostrate 
horse, with a " Get up, ye lum- 
bering divil ! Don't be schaming 
like that." 

The dragoon's eyes blazed with 
fury and with a back-handed 
blow he sent Rory on his back. 

** Leave him alone, you cruel 
brute. There's more good in him, 
brokendown as he is, than in all 
your d d drunken carcase." 

Then he turned to a burly non- 
commissioned officer who had 
been among the first that tried to 
Hft the horse on his legs and 
said : — 

** Can nothing be done, farrier- 
major? He's an old friend of 
mine, that I have lost sight of for 
years, and I'd give anything I 
have in the world to get him right 
again, and to find him a comfort- 
able home somewhere safe from 
ill usage." 

** No use, my lad, trying to do 
anything for him ; his back's bruk 
and the kindest thing we can give 
him will be a pistol-bullet." 

I have little more to tell of that 
night's proceedings. Presumably 
the 40th settled all demands for 
damages, for the matter was never 
publicly or officially heard of. The 
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find their way home somehowr. I 
know Osborne and I had a wet 
and weary tramp along the 
quays before we got to our hotel. 
The last sound we heard as we 
left barracks was a solitary pistol- 
shot which told the melancholy 
end of the gallant, generous 
Oakapple. 



Fred Dal ton visited us the next 
day. We induced him, with some 
dimculty, to let us purchase his 
discharge, and Osborne subse- 
quently took him to South Africa 
in some capacity, where, as I 
told you, he made a fresh start 
and is still pursuing a successful 
career. 



Polo Players. 

III.— MR. A. RAWLINSON. 



A SPECTATOR, as he stands by 
Hurlingham's fair polo fields, the 
sight of a keenly-contested game 
before him, the strains of bewitch- 
ing music elevating his fancy, 
might easily be led in spirit back 
to the palmy days of tilt and 
tourney, or even the old Olym- 
pian games in Rome's best and 
bravest days, when valour and 
arms received the highest award. 
There are the lists round the 
green sward, teeming with rank 
and beauty in all the glorious 
apparel which befits the leaders 
. of fashion and lends brilliancy to 
a London season; the popularity 
of polo leading us to compare the 
youth and chivalry of to-day with 
that of any previous age. 

Though historians tell us that 
polo dates back to the times of the 
ancient Persians, it is only just a 
quarter of a century since the 
officers of the loth Hussars played 
the first game on English soil. The 
centre of the polo world to-day is 
the Hurlingham Club, occupying 
the same relation to polo that the 
M.C.C. does to cricket, or New- 
market to racing, and there, under 
the fostering care of keen ex- 
ponents of the game, it has 
developed from a dribbling scuffle, 
described as " hockey on horse- 
back," to one requiring the science 



of whist, the tactics of war, and 
the pace of a telegram. On these 
classic fields any day in the season, 
from May until July is out, may 
be seen a perfect constellation of 
stars of the polo firmament, num- 
bering men and ponies. Amongst 
these, flitting along at lightning 
speed, like swallows on the wing, 
the eye is arrested by the dashing 
play of Mr. " Toby " Rawlinson, 
for he is good to watch. Those 
who have chronicled his exploits 
since his debut at Hurlingham in 
1890 — we allude to Dooker and 
Stoneclink, the Elijah and Elisha 
of polo history — tell us that 
directly Mr. Rawlinson enters the 
lists, no matter whether it is for a 
knock-up at practice or the final 
of a tournament, he quickens up 
the pace, and is one of the most 
dashing forward players of the 
day. 

An old proverb tells us — a pro- 
verb, as defined by Earl Russell, 
is the wit of one man and the ex- 
perience of many — that ** what is 
bred in the bone is sure to come 
out in the flesh,** and in no family 
has the truth of this dictum been 
more exemplified than in that of 
the player before us. The second 
son of that distinguished soldier 
and Oriental scholar. Sir Henry 
Creswicke Rawlinson, Bart., 



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G.C.B., and grandson of Mr. 
Rawlinson — who, with his twin 
brother, Mr. Lindo, owned the 
celebrated Clipper, helped to 
found the Old Club Melton, and 
won the Derby with Coronation 
in 1842 — with such blood in his 
veins it is not to be wondered that 
polo attracted Mr. A. Rawlinson. 
It was in 1886, when a cadet at 
Sandhurst, that he entered to the 
^ame, and, on joining the 17th 
Lancers — the famous ** Death's 
Head and Glory Boys," whose 
team swept the board at Indian 
tournaments — with such finished 
players as Captain Kenton, Lord 
Ava, and Mr. E. D. Miller, his 
merits were quickly recognised, 
and the year 1888 saw him play- 
ing for the regiment. The story 
is told that when the 1 7th Lancers 
Regimental Team at Meerut won 
the Inter- Regimental Tournament 
for the first time, vanquishing, by 
6 goals to I, the old 7th Hussars 
team, who had come out to India 
with the great reputation of hav- 
ing won the Inter- Regimental Cup 
at Hurlingham four years in suc- 
cession ,the young subaltern on that 
occasion gained great kudos, hit- 
ting every goal credited to his 
team, though his ribs had been 
injured early in the game. 

The pen of Mr. Dooker, in the 
pages of Land and Water, has 
sketched Mr. Rawlinson at play 
on many a stirring occasion, and 
here is one descriptive of a match 
between military and civilians 
which hits him off to the life. The 
team representative of the army 
were Mr. Rawlinson No. i, Major 
Peters No. 2, Mr. Vandeleur No. 3, 
and Captain Renton. The civilians 
were Mr. James Peat No. i, Lord 
Ava No. 2, Mr. Gerald Hardy 
No. 3, and Mr. A. E. Peat. " The 
soldiers, in the second period, with 
the clouds of defeat gathering 
round them, acted up to the 
traditions of their profession, and 

"lising that there was yet time 



to retrieve their fallen fortunes, 
boldly assumed the offensive. Led 
by Mr. Rawlinson in a very dash- 
ing style, they made a furious 
onslaught, and it looked for a 
moment as if success was about 
to reward their efforts, but, alas ! 
the ball went out of play twice. 
But the soldiers were by no means 
disheartened, and though on ends 
being changed the civiUans got 
the upper hand for a time, Mr. 
Rawlinson soon gave evidence 
that he has every right to be con- 
sidered a very brilliant and dash- 
ing * forward.* Dropping on to 
the ball, and straightening it, he 
flashed down the ground at Red- 
skin's best pace, hitting hard and 
straight, with the thundering 
phalanx in pursuit. Nearer and 
nearer he approached the goal, 
with Mr. Alfred Peat on Jenny 
Longtail just in front. One back- 
ward glance he gave, and, seeing 
a comrade handy, played the game, 
though the temptation to score 
must have been very great. How, 
you query ? Well, he left the 
ball, and tackling his opposing 
* back,' kept the coast clear for 
Major Peters, who came with a 
rattle on the blood-like Dorothy 
and scored." Again, later on in 
the game, we read, " Breaking 
through the hostile ranks, Mr. 
Rawlinson, on Crinoline, made 
another of those rushes for which 
he is famous. He meets Lord 
Ava's rush boldly, and as the two 
lean over almost out of their 
saddles, you think both must fall ; 
but Crinoline and her rider are 
heavier than their opponents, and 
Mr. Rawlinson still hits as if he 
was sitting in an arm-chair." We 
can imagine the grim smile of 
satisfaction with which many a 
"back" or "No. 3" have read 
this clever piece of word painting, 
for they know what it is to be 
"carefully nursed " by Mr." Toby " 
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last seven years by the gallant ex- 
officer of the Death's Head and 
Glory Boys much might be said, 
for he has picked out many plums 
from the polo pudding. Amongst 
a multitude of " first raters " we 
may mention the two half-caste 
grey Arabs, Rainbow and Star- 
light, brought home by Mr. Raw- 
linson in 1890, and played during 
that season at Hurlingham. 
Starlight was subsequently pur- 
chased by the late H.R.H. the 
Duke of Clarence and Avondale, 
and played in the loth Hussars 
team in the Inter- Regimental 
Tournament at Hurlingham. The 
names of Crinoline, Redskin and 
Lady Jane are familiar to all who 
follow polo, and the latter pony is 
now the property of Mr. W. H. 
Walker, forming one of the team 
of four blood-Uke bays playing at 
Hurlingham this season. Of 
ponies that have won honours in 
the show ring Elstow was adjudged 
by Lord Tredegar, Sir George 
Wombwell and Mr. T. P. Kemp- 
son to be the best polo pony at 



Hurlingham in 1893. This year 
Mr. Rawlinson was successfiil at 
the same show, gaining second 
prize in the brood mare class with 
Cuddington, purchased last year at 
Sir Humphry de Trafford*s sale, 
whilst in class 14, for the best polo 
pony four years old and upwards, 
second and third prize fell to him 
for Sunlight and Sister Sue, the 
latter, one of the best playing 
mares that ever looked through a 
polo bridle, purchased at the 
Messrs. Peat memorable sale for 
310 guineas. The ponies played by 
Mr. Rawlinson this season are 
Springhill, Sorceress, Sister Sue, 
Sunlight and Serf Beauty, which 
besides playing in the tournaments 
at home, crossed the Channel to 
win honours on French soil. Again 
the English team were successful 
iu winning the Prix International 
at Paris with Lord Shrewsbury 
No. I, Mr. A. Rawlinson No. 2, 
Mr. W. H. Walker No. 3, Captain 
Kenton back, a strong combina- 
tion. 

CuTHBERT Bradley. 



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Epsom. — And what an Epsom ! 
How and where to begin — how 
and where to take up our tale we 
know not. It is some comfort to 
us that our readers know the 
story from the beginning, and that 
the antagonism of Persimmon and 
St. Frusquin was foreshadowed 
from their two-year-old career. 
To be sure, we heard a good deal 
of a certain Regret, and the ac- 
counts from Kingsclere respecting 
him were wonderful accounts. 
But they were winter accounts, 
and the stories the Master of 
Kingsclere were said to have told 
about the Duke of Westminster's 
colt faded away with the spring. 



There were stern realities to be 
faced at Kingsclere — realities 
in the face of terribly heavy 
going ; other realities in the bad 
figure the Kingsclere horses of all 
ages cut in public, until at last it 
began to be whispered that they 
were untrained, and could not be 
made fit for their several engage- 
ments. It looked like it when in 
the Craven Meeting, the Hail- 
Mark colt, now named Zebac, 
ran for the Craven Stakes at a 
short price, and soon showed that 
he had not retained a scrap of 
of his two-year-old form. This 
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Thousand, and then it was borae 
into us that Kingsclere was under 
a temporary cloud, and that the 
undoubted good horses under Mr. 
Porter's charge were dead amiss. 
We all sympathized with Mr. 
Porter, because it was an open 
secret that he had the highest 
opinion of Regret, while Omladina 
and Zebac's form was too well 
remembered to be questioned. 
Then came the drought, and the 
question of what was to win the 
Derby appeared to be between 
St. Frusquin and Persimmon, 
with odds in favour of the former. 
For in addition to his successes as 
a two-year-old, he had given us in 
the Column Stakes in the Craven 
Meeting a grand exhibition of his 
powers, and though his Two 
Thousand win was much criticized, 
there was in reality little cause for 
it, and if we heard the old accusa- 
tion against St. Frusquin about 
inability to come down a hill, we 
think the hard ground, now be- 
come a very serious matter, had 
much to do with it. Though we 
hear constantly of this or that 
horse "liking to hear his hoofs 
rattle,'* we fancy the majority of 
horseflesh is on the other side. 
St. Frusquin no doubt can come 
down a hill (he showed that most 
conspicuously at Epsom), but 
whether he likes very hard ground 
combined with a hill, for obvious 
reasons we are unable to say. We 
became a Persimmonite from the 
day last year when we first saw him 
at Ascot, and where he won the 
Coventry Stakes like the great 
horse he then and subsequently has 
shown himself. We paid no heed 
to his running in the Middle Park, 
well knowing that he had been 
amiss, and could not be the Ascot 
horse that we had seen squander- 
ing his field, among them Gulistan, 
in such memorable fashion. That 
Marsh had his trouble with him, 
tooth trouble and other matters, 



we also knew, but we declined to 
pay any attention to the so-called 
trial he had one miserable morning 
in the Craven ; but we knew both 
the Prince of Wales and Marsh 
were well satisfied with the last 
gallop he had over the Bunbury 
Mile in the presence of the Princess 
of Wales and the Princesses, the 
Duke and Duchess of York, and 
the distinguished guests at Sand- 
ringham. So we looked forward 
to the Derby with confidence that 
we should see the same great 
horse that had so impressed us at 
Ascot last year. 

And we did see him, and saw 
other things too ; occurrences that 
will never fade from our memory 
if we lived to be a second Methu- 
selah. We saw a great assem- 
blage of people so stirred by the 
win of the Prince of Wales* 
horse that they went almost mad 
with enthusiasm ; men and women 
of every class and degree, from the 
highest to the lowest, were frantic 
in their cheers; a most extra- 
ordinary exhibition of love and 
loyalty, the climax of which was 
reached when the royal owner of 
Persimmon, with bare head, led 
his horse into the weighing-room 
enclosure. Then the cheering be- 
came even more frantic, and 
strong men were not ashamed of 
an emotion that shook the frames 
of the strongest. It was, we re- 
peat, a wonderful spectacle, to 
which the win of Thais two days 
later could not have added, 
great as was the disappointment 
at her defeat. The race for the 
Derby was also a grand struggle, 
and victor as well as vanquished 
came in for deserved honour. The 
race was a match from the bottom 
of the hill to the winning-post, 
and a very grand struggle it was. 
For one or two moments it appar- 
ently hung in the balance, and 
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who lost their money would own 
that the best horse won. John 
Watts never rode a finer race ; 
Tom Loates did all he knew, and 
the result was that Persimmon 
won by a neck, with a bit to 
spare. Thais had not fed since 
her arrival at Epsom, and there- 
fore could make no sort of fight 
against Canterbury Pilgrim, who 
no doubt is a good mare, and is 
the property of a descendant of 
that Earl of Derby who was the 
sort of man the people admire, 
that is to say, a downright good 
all-round sportsman. 

If Thais was doomed to be 
defeated, no more fitting man 
than the present Lord Derby 
could there be to own the winner. 
He ought to have had a special 
cheer, but an Epsom crowd are 
not acquainted with Turf history, 
so Canterbury Pilgrim went to her 
stable, ** unsyllabled and unsung.** 

The flavour of the Royal win 
bided with us for some time, and, 
indeed, still abides. Go where he 
will, H.R.H. has been met with 
allusions to Persimmon's win; 
and, moreover, he has spoken on 
the subject himself, and shown 
his keen appreciation of his future 
subjects' loyalty. The Hughes- 
Price- Hughes party has gone to 
very outside odds, and the only 
sneer, with something of blas- 
phemy in it, comes from Scotland. 
We were struck with one circum- 
stance in connection with the 
Derby, worth noting. As we had 
gone for Persimmon, we told 
everybody who asked us at Epsom 
** What would win ? " our opinion, 
and we found the most determined 
opposition among the women. 
They would not hear of Persim- 
mon at any price, and although 
one or two imknown male 
friends came up and thanked us 
after the race, we avoided the 
women, because they had not only 

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laughed to scorn our tip, but had 
committed themselves, women- 
like, to various dissertations about 
the Prince's horse, the remem- 
brance of which we wished to 
spare them. But still Thais should 
have finished the story that Per- 
simmon began. We have com- 
pared it, in another place, to the 
** half- told story of Cambuscan- 
bold ; " but alas for poor Thais, she 
had not eaten her corn since she had 
been at Epsom, and consequently 
was not herselJF. And yet there 
should have been a special cheer 
when Canterbury Pilgrim won, 
for the Earl of Derby was the 
one man, seeing Thais could not 
win, to lower the Royal colours ; 
as his ancestor, in 1779, won the 
first Oaks, named after his own 
place, with Bridget ; and the 
same Earl, a few years after- 
wards, took the Derby with Sir 
Peter Teazle, who became a grand 
sire, and the father of many of 
** our kings to be." So we should 
have raised a special cheer for 
Lord Derby and Canterbury Pil- 
grim, but we suppose some of us 
who knew, forgot it at the moment, 
and the profanum vulgus are not 
expected to know, so the black 
jacket and white cap went un- 
cheered, which was a pity. The 
racing on the Thursday was quiet, 
and chiefly remarkable for Lord 
Derby winning the two first events, 
Chelandry taking the Surrey 
Breeders Foal Plate after a good 
race with Lady Fri voles, and Bach 
and Phoebus Apollo making a dead 
heat for the Durdans Plate — a 
new race in Heu of the Grand 
Prize. It was a quiet afternoon, 
and agreeably quiet to us after the 
enthusiasm of the previous day, 
and at night came also the sound 
of much rain. It fell for about 
two hours, or perhaps more, and 
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known good to the poor dried- 
up land, and causing Ascot, we 
trust, to lose the bad character 
the Royal Heath has earned for 
itself during the last few years. 
We have alluded already to the 
Oaks, and the question has been 
broached as to whether we saw 
any good two-year olds at Epsom 
except those that had already 
been out. There were somewhat 
doubtful replies to that question, 
and the opinion of experts was that 
we had not. We had not ex- 
pected the defeat of Glencally in 
the Rowley Stakes on Wednesday, 
and though Kingsclere had a good 
opinion of Zarabanda, we do not 
believe Porter thought she would 
win. Miss Primrose certainly 
won her little effort like a stayer, 
but whether five furlongs is a test 
of stamina we are not certain. 
However, we were promised the 
sight of some smart ones at Ascot, 
and rumour was busy with Velas- 
quez by Donovan from Vista, con- 
sequently half-brother to Sir Visto, 
who was to win the Coventry 
Stakes for Lord Rosebery. The 
Prince of Wales has Oakdene, a 
son of Donovan and Poetry, and 
among those who have already 
shown the mettle of their future 
was Mr. Mc-Calmont's Sauce 
Tatare, Mr. Fairie*s Eager, Mr, 
Leopold de Rothschild's Brigg, 
Goletta, and others. 

The Riohmond Horse Show. — 
The Van Driver believes he ex- 
hausted his adjectives of delight 
when two years ago he first made 
the acquaintance of the Old Deer 
Park at Richmond. Before that 
time all he knew of Richmond 
was the Star and Garter, the 
Hill, Richmond Park, and the 
silvery Thames. The Old Deer 
Park was a revelation, simply an 
ideal spot for a Horse Show, and 
now that the one at the Agri- 
culture Hall has been given up, 
the Richmond Show is the Metro- 



politan fixture. He sees that the 
present show is called the fifth of 
the series, and he cannot help 
wondering why he was not there 
five years ago, making the ac- 
quaintance of the good men and 
true — let him mention some of 
them — who have combined to 
build up, under royal patronage, 
and on a sure and lasting founda- 
tion, Richmond Horse Show. Its 
President is the Duke of Teck, 
who, with his royal Duchess, are 
well-loved neighbours on whom 
Richmond relies. Then among 
the Committee are Mr. Romer 
Williams, the Vice-President, the 
Hon. Arthur Cole, Sir John Whit- 
taker Ellis, Sir Walter Gilbey. 
Baron Schroeder, Sir Nigel 
Kingscote, K.C.B., Mr. Burdett- 
Coutts, M.P., the Mayor and 
Corporation of Richmond, Cap- 
tain W. H. Fife, Mr. H. J. 
Chinnery and Mr. Walter Chin- 
nery, Mr. Ernald Mosley, Mr. 
Leycester Penrhyn, Mr. Leopold 
de Rothschild, Mr. Maunsell 
Richardson, and last, but most 
assuredly not least, that good 
worker and organiser. Captain 
Gerald Fitzgerald, manager and 
secretary. The Van Driver has 
omitted many a name that ought 
to have appeared, but he pleads 
the exigencies of space. The. 
Show, which opened on the 12th 
of June, was a most successful 
one, and we only lament that 
other duties prevented us paying 
it another visit on the 13th. All 
the arrangements ^ere perfect, 
and though the attendance did 
not strike us so good as last year, 
the fact is that people who know 
nothing about horses, and do not 
want to know, look upon judging 
day as a bore. On the second 
day of the Show they flocked to 
the Deer Park, high and low, in 
shoals, cheered the Prince and 
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hands, the harness ponies, and 
said everything was very good, 
including drinkables of all kinds. 
It was a day for a thirst, there is 
no doubt, so was the first one, 
but we saw no excess, or only 
the shadow of it, towards closing 
time. Some few had been drink- 
ing, and not only with their eyes, 
but que vouUz vous ? Some of the 
heavy-weight hunters, 14 stone 
and upwards, were very good, in- 
cluding Count (15), who took 
honours at the recent Newmarket 
Show, but here he was passed 
over, and the judges gave first 
prize to Devonian (11), who, 
curiously enough, was second to 
Count at Newmarket. We would 
have preferred Sutton (4), a good- 
looking horse with good quarters ; 
but the pick of the Show was in 
Class 2, under 14 stone, where 
Athboy (41), a beautiful bay 
gelding, 6 years, immediately 
took the eye, and came to a two- 
to-one-on chance for the first 
prize, which he got nem, con. His 
beautiful action was seen as Mr. 
Stokes galloped him round the 
ring, and of course he was a strong 
favourite for champion. We 
should have thought that Mr. 
Romer Williams's Jack the Dandy 
(42) would have got higher 
honours than the reserve, for he 
was a very handsome horse, and 
looked a hunter every bit of him. 
We liked him much better than 
Mr. Jay's Delight (55), who did 
not look a hunter at all. The 
horses were pretty good looking, 
and as Devonian took a double 
first, it reduced the championship 
to a match between him and 
Athboy, and to the satisfaction of 
everyone looking on, the latter 
took it. The single-harness horses 
were a very good lot, but they all 
made the mistake, alluded to in 
the Fiildf of going too fast. They 
flashed by us like lightning, and 
we could not distinguish their 



numbers — surely a mistake that 
might be remedied. Their drivers 
evidently wanted to show them 
off, and, as a rule, they were a 
pulling lot. We saw a chestnut 
that we seemed to recognise, but 
he flashed past us at such a pace 
that we could not detect his 
number, until someone told us it 
was Mr. GodselPs Nobility (332), 
whom we had seen in Class 7 for 
hacks. We should fancy the 
little gentleman was more at home 
in harness, for he was a beautiful 
stepper. 

The late Mr. J. NevUl Fitt.— 
News of this gentleman's regretted 
death reached us last month, too 
late to notice it in the June 
number. Mr. Fitt had been for 
some time in ill health, but we 
were unaware that he was so near 
his end. Baily readers knew 
him for some time as a hunting 
correspondent and the chronicler 
of many a brilliant run over the 
Vale of Aylesbury and surround- 
ing countries. Mr. Fitt was at 
his best, we think, with Lord 
Rothschild's Staghounds, though 
he was very fond of days with 
the Hertfordshire, the Oakley, 
the Warwickshire, the Whaddon 
Chase, where he was in his own 
country, as it were, as he lived 
at Hockliffe, near Leighton Buz- 
zard, for some years. For a long 
period Mr. Fitt had been one of 
the hunting correspondents of 
the Fieldj and wrote for that 
journal accounts of his visits to 
most of the principal kennels in 
the country. He was a wonder- 
fully fine judge of hounds, and 
gifted with a no less wonderful 
memory, and as he knew, we be- 
lieve, every kennel in England, 
so he knew the characteristics of 
this and that particular strain. 
We have heard it said of him that 
once he had seen a hound he 
never forgot him. A very kindly 
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their peculiarities, he had a fund 
of entertaining gossip about the 
many noted men he had met in 
his journeys through life. He 
had been brought into contact 
with many of high position, and 
we well remember the high 
opinion the Hon. Robert Grim- 
ston, commonly called ** Bob " 
Grimston, entertained of him, 
and there were many others who 
did likewise. We desire to offer 
to his widow and family our sin- 
cere condolence on their loss. 

Cricket. — Up to their first ap- 
pearance at Lord's Ground the 
Australian eleven had not tasted 
the bitterness of defeat, and had, 
indeed, acquired a great reputa- 
tion, by various fine performances, 
including victories over Lan- 
cashire and Yorkshire. Lord's 
Ground, however, on June nth, 
proved to the invading force as 
disastrous as was, centuries ago, 
the battle of Lake Trasimene to 
the victorious forces of Hannibal. 
The side, representative of the 
premier club was a good one, and 
included possibly five or six men 
who were afterwards to play in 
the greater match, England v. 
Austraha, and by winning the 
toss. Dr. W. G. Grace no doubt 
secured a considerable advantage 
at the start, as the wicket after 
several hours* rainfall was destined 
under a hot sun to become more 
difficult later on in the day, al- 
though from the commencement 
it never played in a way to flatter 
the batsman. With the fast 
bowler Jones not playing, and 
George GifTen retiring from the 
match, after bowling only a few 
overs, owing to an attack of 
sciatica, the Australian attack was 
considerably weakened, and so, 
with a few mistakes occurring in 
the field, the representatives of 
the yellow and red were able to 
run up a score of 219 runs ; F. S. 
Jackson playing the best cricket 



for a score of 51, whilst Mr. 
Stoddart made 54. The sensa- 
tional part of the game was to 
come, when our visitors took their 
innings opposed to the bowling of 
T. T. Hearne and Attewell, three 
boundary hits were made from 
Atteweirs bowHng, whilst the 
Middlesex crack was securing 
four wickets for four runs, and it 
was then, with the score at 18 
for four wickets, that Pougher 
was substituted for Attwell at the 
Nursery End, and with most 
phenomenal results. From his 
first ball the Leicestershire 
man effected a very fine one- 
handed catch, and his second 
delivery hitting the wicket re- 
duced the state of affairs to 18 
runs for 6 wickets; and not to 
dwell too long upon what is now a 
matter of history, we must content 
ourselves with stating that no 
further run was added to this 
total, whilst Pougher, in his third 
over, took 3 more wickets, and 
since George Giffen was not well 
enough to bat the innings finished 
off in this very sensational man- 
ner. Pougher securing 5 wickets 
at a cost of no runs, and Jack 
Hearne taking 4 wickets at a cost 
of one run apiece ; whilst the 
responsibility for having made the 
lowest score in Anglo- Australian 
cricket contests was shifted from 
the shoulders of the Marylebone 
Club, who had borne that burden 
for eighteen years, since May 27th, 
1878, when a very powerful eleven 
of the M.C.C. were knocked out 
by Spofforth and Boyle for a 
miserable total of 19 runs ; and the 
fame of the first Australian team 
that visited this country was 
assured. Although this miserable 
failure on the part of the Austra- 
lians entirely did away with any 
chance of their winning the game, 
the following-on of their innings 
was attended with better results, 
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by the left-hander Darling, and 
the gigantic Eady, for the seventh 
wicket, the pair adding 112 runs 
to the score, although it is worthy 
of notice that that each of them 
took no less than half-an-hour 
over scoring his first run. A 
victory for the home side was 
registered by an innings and 18 
runs ; and Hearne took the whole 
of the nine Australian wickets in 
the second innings for 73 runs, his 
record for the match being 13 
wickets for 77 runs. The match 
must have been a sad disappoint- 
ment to the Colonists, and it is, 
perhaps, just worthy of passing 
notice that Lord's is certainly not 
the most lucky ground for Austra- 
lian teams, as although upon that 
memorable occasion in 1878 they 
beat a representative eleven of 
M.C.C., and in 1890 they beat 
the England team; yet, as a 
rule, the Colonial teams have 
seldom done themselves full credit 
at the head-quarters of English 
cricket. 

Prior to their appearance at 
Lord's the Australians had been 
indulging in some matches which, 
however suitable they may be from 
a financial point of view, are cer- 
tainly not of any interest at all to 
cricketers in general ; we refer, of 
course, to engagements with ** An 
Eleven of England," at places 
such as the Crystal Palace and 
Wembley Park, where the whole 
affair is done for business pur- 
poses, and the team that is put 
into the field to meet the Aus- 
tralians is possessed of no great 
strength and still less enthusiasm. 

With fourteen counties playing 
one another busily for the 
Championship all through the 
season it becomes a matter of 
great difficulty to collect a good 
eleven, unless men are let off by 
their county executives in order 
that they may play against the 
Australians. In the case of the 



three so-called England v. Aus- 
tralia matches at Lord's, the 
Oval, and Manchester, there is 
an honourable understanding 
between the counties that upon 
this occasion the country shall 
have prior claim to the county, 
and men selected to do battle for 
England shall be let off by their 
county executives if the county 
be playing upon the same dates. 
The Marylebone Club, too, has 
first claim to the services of pro- 
fessionals engaged upon the staff 
at Lord's, but with these excep- 
tions, cricketers appear to be 
bound to their county before 
everything else, except, of course, 
in the case of amateurs in the 
University Elevens; and so it is 
that the teams to meet the Aus- 
tralians at such places as Wembley 
Park and the Crystal Palace must 
be composed of men who have no 
place in a county team, or whose 
county has no match upon that 
date, and one can readily perceive 
that the conditions are not likely 
to lead to a very powerful team 
entering the field. 

Although it is not for us to criti- 
cise the arrangements of our 
visitors, it seems on the face of it 
almost a pity that a time-honoured 
and keen match, such as Cam- 
bridge University, should be 
dropped altogether, whilst these 
fixtures against scratch elevens of 
England should figure upon their 
list of fixtures. 

Mention of Cambridge Uni- 
versity brings us to a considera- 
tion of the 'Varsity match which 
will be decided shortly after these 
pages are published ; and we 
are strongly of opinion that the 
game should prove a most interest- 
ing and close one. The perform- 
ances of the Dark Blues have 
been uncommonly good, including 
a series of victories over Somer- 
set, Mr. Webbe's Eleven, and 
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point the game ag&inst the Aus- 
tralians went well for the under- 
graduates. That admirable crick- 
eter and excellent captain, Mr. H. 
D. Leveson-Gower, has no easy 
task in selecting the Oxford team, 
as upon the fringe of his eleven 
are many good cricketers of very 
equal merit, but it may be that 
his team will consist of himself, 
the captain of last year, G. J. 
Mordaunt, with Messrs. Foster, 
Cunliffe, Raikes, and Lewis, and 
G. O. Smith, who played last year ; 
assisted by Messrs. Hartley, Pilk- 
ington, Waddy, and Fane, or the 
old Harrovian, F. G. H. Clayton; 
that this is a good batting side is 
undeniable, and their fielding has 
been brought to a high pitch of 
perfection, whilst if the bowling is 
not of a very deadly character, it 
is not below the usual standard of 
'Varsity bowling. Cambridge 
who, somewhat unexpectedly, 
won the great match last year, 
have not, up to the time of 
writing, done very much to flatter 
their supporters. Mr. Norman 
Druce, who at Fenners last year 
performed such prodigies of bat- 
ting, has this season by no means 
kept up to the wonderful promise 
which he showed as a freshman, 
and in this respect affords a 
curious parallel to his captain. 
It will be remembered how Mr. 
Frank Mitchell, during his earliest 
days at Cambridge, in May, 1894, 
made his name famous throughout 
the cricket world, by his con- 
sistently brilliant batting, and how 
since then, hampered by a very 
big reputation, he has scarcely 
kept up the form expected from 
him ; and so is it now with Mr. N. 
F. Druce. However, both these 
gentlemen bat quite well enough 
to make matters very hot for Ox- 
ford should they get well in, and 
they may look for plenty of assis- 
tance from Messrs. G. L. Jessop, 
W. Grace, jim., Hemingway, Wil- 



son and the rest. It is early yet to 
foreshadow with any confidence, 
what is likely to be the composition 
of the Light Blue team at Lord's ; 
but we think that nearly all of the 
following will be found in it: — 
Messrs. F. Mitchell, N. F. Druce, 
C. E. M. Wilson, W. M. Heming- 
way, H. H. Marriott, W. G. 
Grace, C. J. Burnup, E. H. 
Bray, B. B. Shine, H. Gray, and 
G. L. Jessop. Mr. Shine, after 
being left out of the eleven, seized 
the opportunity of bowling for his 
county, Kent, against Marylebone 
Cricket Club at Lord's, upon by 
no means a batsman's wicket, and 
with an analysis of 4 wickets for 
22 runs, and 7 wickets for 55 runs, 
he fairly vindicated his right to a 
place in his 'Varsity team. It is 
interesting to note the fact that 
most of the Cambridge bowling is 
of much the same character, fast 
and short, " hopping and gallop- 
ing, short and strong," as the Har- 
row school song has it, of which 
Mr. G. L. Jessop, the well-known 
Gloucestershire amateur, is their 
chief exponent, supported by 
Messrs. Wilson and Shine, whilst 
there are two more who played for 
Cambridge last year, Messrs. 
Gray and Lowe, also of this type 
of bowler, who may or may not 
be required at Lord's. 

Mr. Bray, who kept wicket 
with success for Middlesex upon 
more than one occasion last sea- 
son, is likely to be preferred to 
Mr. C. D. Robinson behind the 
sticks, although the latter gentle- 
man is quite above the average of 
stumpers. We shall expect, bar 
accidents, that Oxford will avenge 
the defeat of last year, although 
Cambridge are undoubtedly a 
dangerous team on their day. 
With regard to the Schools match, 
Eton V. Harrow, the latter institu- 
tion should have no difficulty in 
winning, if only E. W. Dowson, 
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feature of the match last year, is 
fit and well ; at present the little 
left-hander is recovering from a 
serious illness, but it is to be hoped 
that by the time these lines appear 
in print he may have given ample 
demonstration that his ability as a 
cricketer is greater than ever. 

That the Harrow batting is un- 
deniably strong is evidenced by the 
fact that before the school term 
was half over no less than seven of 
the eleven had made scores of over 
50 runs in school matches. 

For some years past it has been 
patent to everybody we should 
think, except the Yorkshire County 
Committee, that the ground at 
Bramhall Lane, Sheffield, is in too 
bad a condition for county cricket 
to be played on it. Notwith- 
standing strong protests raised by 
individuals compelled to play upon 
this bad ground, and the remarks 
of the Press upon the obvious 
unfitness of the ground, the York- 
shire Executive have persisted in 
allotting a number of their matches 
every season to Sheffield, and 
have strenuously asserted that 
there is no serious defect in the 
ground. We are glad to hear, 
however, that after Yorkshire had 
been easily beaten by the Aus- 
tralians and Jones, the fast bowler, 
had left his mark upon many of 
the Yorkshire batsmen, the Execu- 
tive announced that whilst they 
did not admit that there was 
anything wrong in the state of 
the turf at Sheffield, yet in 
deference to the desire of Lord 
Hawke, their captain, they would 
agree to the venue of the impend- 
ing match, Yorkshire against 
Surrey, being removed from 
Sheffield to Bradford. So far, so 
good, and it was unfortunate that 
rainy weather should have so 
spoiled the match at Bradford that 
no definite result could be arrived 
at. However, what play there 
was proved of an interesting 



character, and with a soft wicket, 
accurate bowling, good fielding, 
and hard hitting there was plenty 
of sport for the thousands who 
paid for admission, and whose 
sixpences, we presume will be 
handed over to the Sheffield 
bourse. The commencement of 
the match was marked by a 
magnificent catch by Brockwell, 
who caught with one hand whilst 
running at top speed a hit of Mr. 
Jackson's, and although rolling 
over held the ball all right, amidst 
terrific applause, in which the 
retiring batsman unanimously 
joined. Another feature of the 
match was a hit made by Mr. 
Ernest Smith, which is reputed by 
eye-witnesses to have reached the 
highest known altitude ever 
attained by a cricket ball ; the 
stroke sent the ball straight up 
into the air, and it fell to the lot 
of mid-on, represented by Mr. 
Key, to await the return of the ball 
to earth, with a view to catching 
it, but as is almost invariably the 
case, the strain of gazing into 
space proved too much for the 
would-be catcher, and the ball, 
after just touching the tips of his 
fingers, embedded itself with a 
thud in the soft ground. Most 
sporting was the policy of Lord 
Hawke when he declared his inn- 
ings closed, leaving Surrey to make, 
in an hour and fiuy-four minutes, 
123 runs to win, and from the 
promising start made by Abel and 
Brockwell, who scored 47 runs in 
the first forty minutes, it looked as 
though his lordship had given 
the match away, and exposed him- 
self to a shower of letters from 
anonymous admirers. However, 
steady bowling by Mr. Jackson, 
off whose 22 overs only 24 runs 
were scored, kept the match safe, 
and at the finish Surrey, with six 
wickets down, had scored 75 runs, 
and a most interesting match 
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Interest will now centre in the 
return match at Kennington Oval, 
when with the wicket in good 
order we shall expect to see Surrey 
vindicate her right to the claim of 
Champion County. 

A word of congratulation we 
should like to oflfer to George 
Lohmann, whose return to Eng- 
land has been signalised by some 
cricket as good as he has ever 
shown us, and that is good 
indeed; it is most gratif3ring to 
his admirers, whose name is legion, 
that his timely visit to Matjest- 
fontein should be attended with 
such happy results, so far as his 
health is concerned, and that he 
should very shortly after his re- 
turn home have been one of the 
cricketers selected to represent the 
Mother Country against the Aus- 
tralians, is a compliment as well- 
deserved as it is high. 

We trust that his benefit match 
may prove the bumper that he 
deserves, and not the hollow 
mockery that has been offered to 
such sterling cricketers as Wood 
and Sherwin by their grateful 
counties. 

The rivalry between the coun- 
ties is apparently as keen — we had 
almost written as unwholesome — 
as ever. 

The addition of Albert Trott to 
the ground staff at Lord's, possibly 
with a view to his services being 
requisitioned at a later period by 
Middlesex, should he prove 
sufficiently useful, has been 
followed, so rumour has it, by 
negotiations being entered into 
between Mr. Jones, the fast bowler 
of the Australian team, and that 
very composite county Sussex. 
If there be any truth in this 
rumour we hope that Mr. Jones, 
for his own sake, will defer making 
any binding arrangement until he 
has seen the Sussex County 
Ground at Brighton, for of all the 
grounds in this coimtry there are 



few if any better qualified to break 
the heart of a fast bowler than that 
wonderful bit of turf at Hove. It 
will be interesting, however, 
should Mr. Jones join the Sussex 
team, as this will make anothei 
foreign member of what has of 
late years been quite a cosmo- 
politan combination. Sussex has 
had two Australians in Messrs. 
Murdock and G. L. Wilson, an 
Indian prince in the famous 
K. R. Ranjitsinghi,anex-Staflford- 
shire player in Marlow, and two 
Nottingham players in Bean and 
Guttridge, the latter of whom has 
recently been playing again for the 
county of his birth, who are at 
the present moment sadly in need 
of some good players. 

Lancashire has caused sensa- 
tion by lowering the colours of 
victorious Surrey. Up to this 
time Surrey had proved invincible, 
and it is interesting to remember 
how Surrey a few seasons ago, 
went unbeaten until the end of 
August, when it was Lancashire 
then, who spoiled their unbeaten 
record. 

Yachting. — The Meteor having 
demonstrated, even in her maiden 
matches, that she is the fastest 
racing craft in this hemisphere, 
the wish appears to be growing 
general amongst all lovers of 
marine pastime, that the Em- 
peror's crack cutter should re- 
present the old world against the 
new in a series of contests for the 
America's Cup, one of the sugges- 
tions made being that the sailing 
tests should take place both in 
this country as well as in the 
States. 

The victories gained by the 
Kaiser's cutter tell for something 
more than trophies won to grace 
the imperial sideboards at Berlin, 
for they count to the credit of 
Watson, as a designer, and also to 
the honour of the Clyde builders. 
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achieved by the Meteor all the 
more remarkable, there were not a 
few only of the racing skippers, 
who, seeing her previous to sailing 
up for gun fire, expressed the 
belief that she would be hardly 
likely to beat the Ailsa in light 
breezes, whilst in a hard wind the 
Satanita should give the new boat 
the go-by. But the gift of 
prophesy is not necessarily held 
by yachtsmen, judging from the 
way in which the Emperor's con- 
quering craft has outsailed her 
older rivals, and so upset the 
critics' prognostications. 

Nor can the splendid form dis- 
played by the new ship be said to 
be unpopular, despite certain 
recent manifestations in respect to 
a phase in the Transvaal events, 
and it appears possible that the 
great white hull of the stately 
HohenzoUem may be seen rising 
above the pleasure craft in Cowes 
roads during the " week " in 
August. 

Though the season is not as 
yet far spent, it would appear that 
the present year will stand out in 
comparison against all others in 
the way of success, though the 
brilliant sunshine would have 
been better by a tempering from a 
little stronger breezes than have 
generally prevailed. 

Of the craft which have 
hoisted their racing numbers in 
the Solent events, more than 
thirty may be classed amongst 
the new boats built under the 
recently adopted rules relating to 
measurement, and they are 
certainly the speediest type of 
racers ever turned out. Fresh 
orders are still in hand for further 
small ships to be tested in the 
events sailed off before the season's 
close. 

Though the Niagara, America's 
only representative yacht in our 
waters this year, sailed up well in 
her matches in May, she has had 



a run of ill-fortune during the 
contests in June, being at times 
absolutely the last vessel in the 
race. But as Captain Barr 
stated on his first arrival in this 
country, Mr. Howard Gould's 
celebrated ** twenty," the Niagara, 
is a boat that likes some breeze, 
that is, it may be presumed, a 
little more than has been fanned 
by the light zephyrs that have 
hardly rippled our yachting waters 
of late. 

One result of the victories won 
by the Emperor's cutter is likely 
to be orders for several new racers 
for next season, one, at least, of 
which will probably be placed on 
Itchen side. The fact, too, has 
been revealed by the Meteor's out- 
sailing the other competitors, that 
a larger canvas area will need to 
be carried than even the thousands 
of yards now hoisted upon the 
biggest of our racing craft. In 
these times of bright, and almost 
breezeless, summers every breath 
of air must be husbanded with 
miser care, and the wider the 
wings are spread the more likely 
to catch the means of motion. 

Nor is it upon the open water- 
ways alone that craft at times 
have often lain almost listless, for 
on lakes and ponds the little ves- 
sels of the model class have got 
quite into the doldrums. But 
with the days of the summer sol- 
stice over, it is hoped that the 
winds will come out from their 
hiding place, and fill the hitherto 
flapping sails. 

Of the early coming events, the 
several regattas of the different 
small southern Yacht Clubs will 
be marked by an unusually large 
number of racing craft speeding 
Southampton's wide waterway 
and the Solent beyond. 

The Ladies' Dog Show.— A 
full measure of success attended 
the second show of the Ladies' 
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occasion was removed from Barn 
Elms to the grounds of the his- 
toric Holland House, beyond 
the gates of which probably not 
a dozen of those who were present 
had ever before passed. The 
change of venue was much ap- 
preciated, for pretty as are the 
Ranelagh grounds, they are a 
Sabbath day's journey from the 
haunts of men, particularly when 
one has to reach the side nearest 
Castlenau, as was the case last 
year. It is a good step from 
Hammersmith Broadway Station, 
and an expensive cab fare from 
the West End, whereas Holland 
House is, so to speak, in the 
middle of London. The Princess 
of Wales once more showed the 
interest she takes in the Associa- 
tion by exhibiting some of her dogs, 
and by being present and distribut- 
ing the prizes. When she arrived 
on the second day of the show 
the tent was cleared of visitors, 
and the Royal party proceeded on 
a tour of inspection. When they 
came to the Borzois, the Princess 
of Wales's dog immediately recog- 
nised his Royal mistress, and the 
meeting between the two "was of 
the most cordial description " as 
reporters would phrase it. The 
Princess stayed for some time with 
her dog, and in the course of her 
walk round, bought one of a litter 
of Schepperke puppies. A loyal 
sheep dog took a tremendous fancy 
to the Prince of Wales, and after 
the prizes were distributed and 
the Princess's Borzoi had won the 
Elkington trophy, the high jump- 
ing contest for dogs took place, 
and tbti performing dogs were 
called upon to display their skill. 
There i& no doubt that the Ladies' 
Kennel Association has ** caught 
00 /' and its two shows have been 
a great success, especially the last. 
The Driying Clubs. — Before 
these pa^es are in print, another 
Driving Club meet will have taken 



place; but at the moment of 
writing each club has met once. 
The men of the C.C. foregathered 
on the 29th May, at the Magazine, 
when twenty-nine members turned 
out, and some very nice teams 
were seen. A few well-known 
fac^s were missing. Baron Deich- 
mann and Sir John Thursby were 
reserving themselves for the 
Four-in-hand meeting ; but Col. 
Somerset turned out with three 
skewbalds and a piebald. The 
horses of Col. Le Gendre Starkie, 
Mr. Albert Brassey, and Mr. Bud- 
gett — all bays — were as good as 
they could be. Mr. Charles- 
worth's four substantial chesnuts 
were bred in Yorkshire, and came 
to London by road, as the late 
Sir Talbot Constable's used to do ; 
Sir David Salomon's came out by 
way of a change from riding in a 
motor car, and Mr. Horton, a new 
member of the Club, made a very 
good first appearance with a mixed 
team. Brown teams were in the 
ascendant, as they generally are, 
and three members drove ches- 
nuts. Sixteen coaches went on to 
Hurlingham afterwards, where a 
driving competition took place 
round a puzzling course, Mr. 
Wolton and Mr. Charlesworth 
being the winners. 

Ten days later the F.H.D.C. 
members met ; but it was on a 
miserable day, as rain fell all the 
morning. The general idea was 
that hardly any coaches would be 
seen ; but apparently a good many 
were anxious to show that they 
were regardless of weather, for no 
fewer than eighteen members 
were at the Magazine, while Mr. 
Grenfell joined in afterwards. 
The muster included LordWilliam 
Beresford, whose wife, the Duch- 
ess of Marlborough, was with him, 
looking on at her step-son and 
his wife, the duke turning out 
with a fine team of bays. Lord 
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and the Marquis of Win- 
chester are new members, and 
the last named drove a very 
fine blue roan team. Sir Henry 
Meysey Thompson turned out 
after a long absence. Baron 
Deichmann and Sir John Thursby 
made their first appearances this 
season, while the Earl of Ancaster 
and Lord Tredegar were out. 
Spectators were necessarily few 
in number, owing to the inclement 
weather. 

Sport at the UniYersities. — 
Rarely has there been a keener 
fight for I nterr Varsity supremacy 
all down the line than during the 
present academical year. Hon- 
ours up-to-date are easy, the 
record reading : — Oxford 6, Cam- 
bridge 6, drawn i, hence un- 
usual excitement is every- 
where evinced as regards the 
remaining events. For obvious 
reasons most of these will have to 
be discussed next month, but we 
fancy that Oxford will win the 
Cycling, Swimming, Racquets,and 
Polo (proper) contests, and Cam- 
bridge the Lawn Tennis ditto, 
albeit the Polo tussle should be a 
very near thing. Even our old 
friend, Macaulay's "merest school- 
boy," will tell you that the Cricket 
Match at Lords on the 2nd inst. is 
a very open affair. Messrs. Leve- 
son-Gower (Oxford), and Mitchell 
(Cambridge), have exercised their 
conge d' elite to universal satisfac- 
tion — no easy task by the way — 
the result being a couple of teams 
far beyond the average. The home 
season of the Dark Blues proved 
more satisfactory than for many 
a long year, handsome victories 
over the Gentlemen of England, 
Somersetshire, Surrey, and the 
M.C.C., more than compensat- 
ing for their solitary defeat 
by the Australians. 

The Summer Eights on Isis 
and Cam produced some fine 
racing this year, the attendance 



at Oxford being a record one, 
thanks to right glorious weather. 
New College deposed Magdalen 
from its high estate as " Head of 
the River" by as brilliant an 
exposition of eight-oared rowing 
as has ever been witnessed at the 
Classical City. Corpus were the 
heroes of the week, making five 
bumps in great style, closely 
followed by New College H. and 
Jesus, who made four each in the 
Second Division. Balliol turned 
out the smart crew we anticipated, 
and ascended three places, whilst 
Trinity, University, and Hertford 
each took an upward grade. 
The University Pairs were easily 
carried off by Messrs. W. E. 
Crum and C. K. Philips (New 
College), and the latter gentleman 
also came off trumps in the 
'Varsity sculls. It is noteworthy 
that New College has swept the 
river of every single trophy this 
year, as besides being ** Head *' of 
both Torpids and Eights, the 
University Fours, Pairs, and 
Sculls have fallen to members 
of that foundation. Much rain 
spoiled the first two days racing 
at Cambridge, yet, on the whole, 
some capital sport was witnessed, 
especially between Trinity Hall 
and First Trinity for the coveted 
position of *' dux." The latter 
rowed finely, and got within a few 
yards of the holders on several 
nights, but 'twas not to be, for 
bucking up in superb style, 
** Hall " retained their proud posi- 
tion for the seventh successive 
year. Lady Margaret, Caius, 
King's, Emmanuel n.. Downing, 
and( Caius H., all improved their 
positions; the prowess of Caius L 
being all the more pronounced, as 
one of their best men was hors de 
combat at 'the eleventh hour. The 
University Pairs proved an easy 
thing for President Bell and W. J. 
Fernie (Trinity Hall), who won 
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ymin. 54sec. They were made 
hot favourites for the Lowe 
Double Sculls also, but H. B. G. 
Macartney and J. F. Beale (First 
Trinity) made a dead heat of it, 
after one of the most sensational 
finishes ever seen on the Cam. 
Ere the July issue of Baily 
reaches our readers, another aca- 
demical year will have terminated, 
and Light and Dark Blues " flown 
like swallows, away '* to all parts 
of the habitable globe. Old 
Blues and notable sportsmen ad lib, 
will have finished their career, and 
it is refreshing to find a large pro- 
portion of them departing with a 
flourish of trumpets after high 
honours in the "Schools." A 
mighty influx of new comers is 
already announced,amongst whom 
fresh champions and doughty 
exponents in every direction will 
assuredly arise. But more anon 
in our valedictory remarks of next 
month. The high honour of re- 
election as President of the 
O.U.A.C. has been conferred upon 
G. Jordan (University), to univer- 
sal satisfaction, as — 

** If you wanted a man 
To lead the van " 

possessed of more than ordinary 
athletic abilities and business ca- 
pacity, this English International 
is the ** very best " to quote Rud- 
yard Kipling. His confrere elect, 
of Cambridge, H. Davenport 
(Trinity) — son of the famous old 
swimming champion, Mr. Horace 
Davenport — is also the right man 
in the right place, and may be 
depended upon to sustain all the 
dignity of his office. We regret 
that very few Oxford and Cam- 
bridge men will be able to make 
it convenient to compete in the 
AmateurChampionshipsthis year ; 
but, truth to say, the present 
anomalous state of amateurism 
thuswise, is hardly calculated to 
induce University competition 
even under the happiest condi- 



tions. The A. A. A. must look to 
it, or there will be a big " split " 
fatal to the future of athletics 
generally. 

Golf. — Perhaps the most pleas- 
ing reflection that one can offer 
in connection with the two cham- 
pionships this year, is that they 
introduce into the records of these 
events two new names. This is 
especially pleasing in the case of 
the Amateur Championship, where 
ever since its institution in 1886, 
we have been accustomed to see 
the same half dozen players fight- 
ing for first honour, and getting it 
on every occasion with the notable 
exception of 1893, when a young 
student of divinity at St. Andrews, 
in most unexpected fashion, put 
all the invincibles to flight. The 
open Championship has usually 
presented a wider field of possi- 
bility, but it is none the less 
gratifying and encouraging to find 
it won this year by a smart young 
fellow like Harry Vardon, of 
Scarborough. 

The Amateur Championship 
Meeting was held at Sandwich, 
over the links of the St. George's 
Club, and was attended with all 
the success that good arrange- 
ments, an excellent muster of men, 
a course in the best of order, and 
more or less suitable weather, can 
contribute to such a meeting. 
One heard some grumbling about 
ill luck in the draw, as one always 
does, but that is a matter to be 
threshed out in the long winter 
nights by the club-house fire, and 
not during the actual competition. 
So long as the present system 
continues, it is to be expected that 
one conspicuous player will get 
more comfortable quarters in the 
list than another, and that a little 
bit of luck of this kind will go a 
long way in helping him through 
the Tournament. Let me say, 
however, that no good fortune of 
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Before he got into the Final Round 
he had to beat in turn, Mr. 
Charles Hutchings, fresh from his 
success at the St. Andrews Meet- 
ing ; Mr. John E. Laidlay, the 
winner of the Championship in 
1889 and 1891 ; Mr. John Ball, 
junr., the winner in 1888, 1890, 
1892 and 1894, and Mr. Horace 
Hutchinson, the winner in 1886 
and 1887, and when he reached 
the Final his opponent was no 
other than the redoubtable Mr. H. 
H. Hilton, who besides a host of 
other distinctions won the Open 
Championship in 1892. And all 
these distinguished golfers Mr. 
Tait defeated in most decisive 
style ; Mr. Hutchings by 4 and 3 
to play, Mr. Laidlay by 3 and i, 
Mr. Ball by 5 and 4, Mr. Hutchin- 
son by 3 and 2, and Mr. Hilton in 
two rounds by 8 and 7 to play. 
Medal and Match play are, of 
course, very different things, but 
in the latter some idea of quality 
is often to be got from the number 
of strokes, and those who followed 
Mr. Tait in the first round of the 
Final when he played Mr. Hilton, 
gave him credit for doing it in 76, 
which is truly a remarkable score 
for the Championship Course at 
Sandwich. 

After this it need scarcely be 
said that the Amateur Champion 
of 1896 is a long driver. He pro- 
bably drives as long a ball as 
Douglas Holland did at his best, 
and I fancy in four cases out of 
the half dozen he drives farther 
than Rolland*s great opponent, 
Taylor. His approach and his 
short games are both very deadly, 
although in the latter he some- 
times gets **off colour" and does 
things a man with a handicap of 
ten would feel disappointed with. 
In the matter of style, Mr. Tait's 
golf is built on the St. Andrews 
principle, being conspicuous for a 
full swing, and a general sense of 
ease and freedom. Although he 



entered the Tournament as a 
representative of the Black Watch 
Golf Club, Mr. Tait may really be 
taken as the product of St. 
Andrews, for he learnt all his golf 
there. He is a younger son of 
Professor Tait, of Edinburgh, who 
will be remembered by golfers as 
the writer of a treatise on the 
dynamics of golf, and Mr. Tait 
has an elder brother, who before 
going out to India held a leading 
place among golfers in this coun- 
try, as he does now among the 
golfers in India. This brother, if 
I remember right, got into third 
place in the Amateur Champion- 
ship at Hoylake in 1887. He and 
Mr. John Ball's father were 
knocked out in the semi-final, and 
it fell to them consequently to play 
a round to decide who should be 
third, and who fourth, whereupon 
Mr. Ball said he had reached the 
summit of his ambition, and would 
content himself with the latter 
place, thus avoiding the necessity 
for further play. 

The Open Championship was 
played for at Muirfield, the new 
course in East Lothian belonging 
to the Honourable Company of 
Edinburgh Golfers. Muirfield is 
rather difficult of access at present, 
and is a private course, and known 
to few golfers outside the member- 
ship of the Club, and in these 
circumstances, which in the inter- 
ests of such a meeting are to be 
regretted, however they may be 
regarded by members of the Club, 
it is small wonder that the entry 
fell considerably short of that at 
St. Andrews last year. In recent 
years, and especially since the 
success of Mr. Ball and Mr. 
Hilton, amateurs have been in the 
habit of entering in large numbers, 
and this year there were a good 
few, though, unfortunately, they 
did not include Mr. Ball, Mr. 
Horace Hutchinson, or Mr. Bal- 
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duty bound, entered, and so also 
did his rival in the Amateur 
Championship, Mr. Hilton, and 
while the latter was hopelessly out 
of it, the former kept up his form, 
and by means of particularly good 
rounds on the afternoon of each 
day, he tied with Willie Fernie of 
Troon for third place. But the 
great point of interest in the affair 
was not how Mr. Tait would 
acquit himself ; the Golfing mind 
had concentrated itself on Taylor 
of Winchester, to see whether he 
would rank himself with heroes 
like Tommy Morris, Jamie Ander- 
son and Bob Ferguson, and win 
the Championship three times in 
succession. Taylor's admirers 
were painfully conscious that for 
some little time before the meeting 
he had been losing matches and 
showing form considerably short 
of his best, and that in the stroke 
competition at Musselburgh im- 
mediately preceding Muirfield, he 
had made a very poor show ; but 
they did not for a moment lose 
faith in him, feeling confident that 
the importance of the occasion 
and his known ambition to win 
would put him on his mettle and 
make him play his very best. 
That they were justified in this 
confidence appeared at the very 
start, for Taylor in the first round 
played magnificently and on a 
green for which the local experts 
had agreed upon 80 as the pro- 
bable average score of the winner, 
he returned a card with 77 strokes 
marked upon it. This he followed 
up with 78, making 155 for the two 
rounds. On the second day his 
rounds were respectively 81 and 80, 
which gave him a grand total of 
316 strokes for the four rounds of 
the competition, or 4 strokes less 
than the average of 80. 

On the first day's play Taylor's 
nearest rival was Alec Herd of 
Htiddersfieid, %vho, it will be re- 
member ed* gave him a very close 



run at St. Andrews last year. 
Herd had a first round which 
can only be described as pheno- 
menal, for by holing out with 
approaches and doing other won- 
ders he returned a score of three 
threes, twelve fours, and three 
fives, total, 72, a score never be- 
fore dreamt of at Muirfield. But 
unfortunately for himself Herd did 
nothing of this sort in the subse- 
quent rounds, and as a matter of 
fact in one of them dropped as 
low as 85, On the first day's play 
Harry Vardon of Scarborough, 
looked like standing well in the 
competition, but nothing more, 
for there were seven men in front 
of him. On the second day, 
however, the seven deteriorated 
slightly while he improved, and 
on comparing cards it was found 
that he had tied with Taylor. 
Two days afterwards the tie was 
played off, when Vardon won. 

Harry Vardon is one of two 
brothers, who are both good golf- 
ers. He was born and learnt his 
golf in Jersey, and has acted as 
greenkeeper and professional to 
several clubs in England. He is 
young — somewhere about twenty- 
four, small in stature, with a neat, 
clean style, suggestive of that 
great stylist of his day, Bob 
Pringle, and plays equally well by 
hole and by stroke. His first at- 
tempt on the open championship 
was two years at Sandwich, when 
he took fourth position. 

The discussions on the rules 
and the proposal to estabHsh a 
Golf Union, which were to have 
been brought to a practical issue 
at Sandwich, appear to have 
ended in smoke, or something very 
like that volatile product of im- 
perfect combustion. At any rate, 
no steps are to be taken at present 
for the formation of a union, and 
the reformers, or reactionaries, as 
they are variously described, have 
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that the Royal and Ancient Club 
should have a committee repre- 
senting the principal clubs outside 
their body appointed, to advise 
them as to points in the rules, and 
especially as to points in connec- 
tion with which the experience of 
St. Andrews gives no assistance. 
The Royal and Ancient Club has 
never shown any burning desire to 
seek outside aid, and is not likely 
to favour this proposed committee, 
so that we are probably in for 
another period of murmured dis- 
content and low-breathed threat- 
ening. 

At the annual meeting of the 
Tooting Bee Club, a proposal' was 
put forward by the new captain, 
Sir Charles Tennant, that ladies 
should be allowed to play over 
the course at Furzedown on cer- 
tain days of the week, and the 
committee decided to take the 
sense of the members on the sub- 
ject, with the result that the pro- 
posals were rejected, to quote the 
words of the secretary, "by an 
overwhelming majority.'* The 
vote was taken in open meeting, 
so that the ladies may have their 
revenge if they are so disposed. 

Lawn Tennis. — The annual 
match between England and Ire- 
land was decided on the splendid 
courts of the Fitzwilliam Club at 
Dublin, prior to the Irish Cham- 
pionships. England was very 
strongly represented, the team 
consisting of W. Baddeley, E. 
W. Lewis, W. Renshaw, H, 
Baddeley, W. V. Eaves, and G. 
W. Hillyard. Ireland had not 
quite full strength, although the 
team was a good one, including as 
it did, H. S. Mahony, J. Pim, F. 
O. Stoker, G. C. Ball-Greene, M. 
F. Goodbody and C. H. Martin. 
In the singles, all the English 
representatives were successful, 
with the single exception of Eaves, 
who was rather easily beaten by 
Mahony. The doubles were 



closely contested, and England 
only gained the odd match — five 
to four. The Baddeleys won all 
the three matches they played, 
and showed fine form all through. 
Renshaw and Eaves did not win a 
match. The total result was a 
win for England, by 10 matches 
to 5, 26 sets to 16, and 235 games 
to 202. Each country can now 
claim two victories. 

The Irish Championship Meet- 
ing, at Dublin, was in every way 
a success. The entries were 
numerous, and they included 
nearly all the best players of the 
present day. The attendance was 
large and fashionable, and Col. 
Courtenay carried out the arrange- 
ments in first-class style. Twenty- 
five players entered for the ' 
All-Comers' Singles, and the final 
was left to W. Baddeley and H. 
S. Mahony. The Irishman was 
not seen at his best, and Baddeley 
won rather easily by three sets to 
one. J. Pim, the holder of the 
championship, did not defend his 
title, so that this game decided the 
destination of the Championship. 
The brothers Baddeley also took 
the All-Comers* Doubles, in which 
G. C. Ball-Greene and C. H. 
Martin gave them a hard game. 
The holders of the championship 
—J. Pim and F. O. Stoker— did 
not defend their title. The Fitz- 
william Purse was won by E. R. 
Allen, and the Handicap by S. L. 
Fry, with two-sixths. Miss Mar- 
tin had an easy task in the Ladies* 
Championship Singles, although 
she lost one set to Miss C. Cooper 
in the final. Miss Cooper won 
the Mixed Championship Doubles 
with H. S. Mahony, and Mrs. 
Pickering and Miss R. Dyas won 
theLadies'ChampionshipDoubles, 
after an unexpected success over 
Miss Cooper and Miss Martin in 
the second round. 

The Chiswick Park Tourna- 
ment was favoured by delightful 



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weather, and with the courts in 
very good order considering the 
long spell of dry weather, some 
interesting play was witnessed. 
The entry list was a good one, and 
the new hon. sec, Mr. A. W, 
Hallward, may be congratulated 
on the success of the meeting. 
In the Gentlemen's Singles (Cham- 
pionship of Middlesex) H. S, 
Mahony gained a popular and 
well-deserved win. He had hard 
games in the preliminary rounds 
with C. H. S. Cazalet, E. R. 
Allen and H. A. B. Chapman. 
In the final he had to meet G. 
Greville, who defeated the Irish 
crack in last year's final. On 
this occasion Mahony turned the 
tables by winning three sets, and 
as H. S. Barlow did not defend 
his title, he secured the champion- 
ship. The American, W, A. 
Larned, made a good show, and 
was only beaten by Chapman in 
the semi-final, after a very close 
struggle. In the First-Class 
Handicap, both Mahony and W. 
Renshaw owed 15, but the former 
was beaten in the first-round by 
E. R. Allen* (scratchj, and Ren- 
shaw retired. The nnal was left 
to A. W. Hallward and C. J. 
Glenn, and the former, who re- 
ceived four-sixths, won rather 
easily. The Doubles Handicap 
fell to H. Marley and C. J. Glenny, 
who started from scratch. In the 
Ladies' Singles (Championship of 
Middlesex), Miss Austin easily 
disposed of all her opponents until 
reaching the championship round, 
when Miss C. Cooper again proved 
successful. The same two ladies 
worked their way through to the 
final of the Ladies' Singles Handi- 
cap, and then agreed to divide. 
Miss Cooper owed 30, and Miss 
Austin 15. Miss Austin also won 
the Mixed Doubles Handicap with 
Miss L. J. Wilson. An Invita- 
tion Doubles Handicap proved a 
great attraction. Six couples 



played, and the Aliens, the 
Baddeleys and Mahony and 
Lamed got through the first round. 
The last-named pair had the bye 
in the next round, and the Aliens 
created some surprise by beating 
the Baddeleys. They followed 
up this success by beating Mahony 
and Larned in the final. 

Polo. — The past month has 
seen some good matches at Hur- 
lingham. The Married v. Single, 
which is an annual event, was 
played on Saturday, May 23rd. 
It was a brilliant game, especially 
for the first ten minutes, and the 
arrangement of the teams was a 
good bit of handicapping. On 
paper, the married looked to have 
rather the best of it, but any ex- 
perienced polo player who reads 
this, will acknowledge that there 
was very little to choose. The 
married were represented by Mr. 
A. Rawlinson, Lord Southampton, 
Sir Henry Rawlinson, and Mr. John 
Watson ; the single by Mr. Gerald 
Hardy, Captain Hoare, Major W. 
Walker and Mr. W. Buckmaster. 
The features of the game were the 
good form shown by Mr. Watson, 
whom neither age nor accidents can 
stop, and who is to polo what Mr. 
Grace is to cricket and the fine 
steady play of Lord Southampton, 
than whom no player is truer to 
his form. Two brilliant goals were 
made, one by Lord Southampton, 
who getting the ball clear from a 
scrimmage, made a fine run down 
the boards, and hitting on near 
and off side succeeded in getting it 
alternately through the posts ; the 
other by Captain Hoare, for the 
single men, with a fine run down 
the centre. The married won by 
three goals to two. On the follow- 
ing Thursday a team from Stan- 
sted, consisting of Mr. Tresham 
Gilbey, Mr. G. Gold, Mr. Guy 
Gilbey, and Mr. Buckmaster de- 
feated a Hurlingham team — Lord 
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Renton and Mr. John Watson — 
rather easily by six goals to one. 
It must be noted that the Hurling- 
ham team had three players accus- 
tomed to playing back, and only 
one, Lord Milton, who is used to 
go forward. Lord Milton gets very 
little polo, as he is in the House 
of Commons, and not often able to 
exchange the sound of the division 
bell for that of the polo clubs. For 
the winners all played well ; Mr. 
Tresham Gilbey making a capital 
No. I ; and, needless to say, Mr. 
Buckmaster, in his best form, was 
a tower of strength to his side. 
Mr. Gold is a player who is rapidly 
coming on, and so is Mr. Guy 
Gilbey. The most remarkable 
point in the game was that when 
the two backs hit a succession of 
backhanders in the centre of the 
ground, the ball could not get past 
them. It was fine play, and it was 
only after a long struggle that 
Hurlingham got away. On May 
30th we had the best game of the 
month, when the long-talked-of 
match between Hudingham and 
Ranelagh came off. The senior 
club was represented by Mr. 
Hardy, Mr. A. Rawlinson, Lord 
Southampton, and Mr. J. Watson. 
Ranelagh by Mr. C. E. Rose, Mr. 
G. A. Miller, Mr. E. D. Miller, and 
Captain Renton. It was a very even 
game for the first half hour, then 
Hurlingham slowly but surely 
gained the upper hand, and finally 
won a good game by four goals to 
two. Every one was sorry that the 
plucky team from Buenos Aires 
were obliged to scratch for the 
Champion Cup, which eventually 
fell to the Freebooters, after a 
game with Rugby, which all who 
witnessed felt was hardly equal to 
the great reputation of the players. 
We may sum up the incidents of 
the Champion Cup by saying that 
the 9th Lancers were defeated by 
Rugby with some difficulty, and 
that the Freebooters beat Rugby 

VOL. Lxvi. — NO. 436. 



much more easily than they would 
have done had the Messrs. Miller 
been quite in their usual form. 
While we in England have man- 
aged to have plenty of good polo, in 
Dublin they did not play for a 
whole month on account of the 
drought. Then, on June 8th, 
they got a good practice game 
or two. Captain Dalgety, 15th 
Hussars, had, however, a bad 
fall, his pony jumping, or rather 
falling, over the rails. Fortunately, 
the rider was not seriously hurt, but 
it was not a nice fall to see, and, 
with the ground as hard as a road, 
it was lucky that the consequences 
were not worse. It is to be hoped 
Captain Dalgety will be able to 
play for his regiment in the 
autumn tournaments. The 15th 
have lost for the time the services 
of Captain Mundey, who made one 
of their fine team. From all 
parts of the world I hear of polo 
matches, and the Las Petacas 
team has again won the (Argen- 
tine) Hurlingham tournament. 
These players are all natives of 
Argentina, but an EngHsh player 
tells me they are v£ry keen, fine 
horsemen, and capital men to play 
with — very fair, and good tem- 
pered. The Sydney and Bris- 
bane Polo Clubs have been play- 
ing regularly, and have had some 
good polo. One writer in a colo- 
nial paper, who evidently knows 
the game, is always preaching 
combination, which is the weak 
point of most of the colonial players 
I have seen in this country. At 
Malta the 2nd King's Royal Rifles 
have won the tournament for the 
fifth time. One of the features of 
this tournament is the prominent 
part taken in it by Naval teams, 
which naturally compete under 
a great disadvantage, since, 
though I believe they occasion- 
ally take their ponies with them 
on board ship, they cannot well 
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not, I imagine, take kindly to 
water polo. The Hurlingham 
Polo Pony Show was, as usual, 
a good one, but the competition 
did not bring out many new 
animals of merit. The winner 
in the mare class, Boadicea, 
was a nice pony; and such fine 
judges as Lord Southampton, 



Mr. J. E. Piatt, and Mr. Kempson, 
confirmed the decision of the 
judges at the Polo Pony Show 
when they gave the first place in 
the Polo Pony Class to Mr. 
Hardy*s beautiful pony. Sailor. 
Everyone was pleased to see 
Mr. J. E. Piatt officiating as 
judge. 



Summary of Prominent Results 

From May 2l8t to June 20th, 1898. 



TURF. 

May 2 1st. Captain Greer's br. c. Kilcock, 
by Kilwarlin— Bonnie Mom, 4 vrs., 

7 St. 8 lb. (Madden), won the Don- 
caster Sprin^r H*indicap Plate of 905 
sovs., the Sandall Mile, at Doncaster 
Soring Meeiing. — S.p. 7 to 4 agst. 

May 26ih. Mr. W. Low's br. c Kilker- 
ran, hy Ayrshire — Maid of Lome, 9 si. 
(K. Cannon), won the Hampton Court 
Plate of 500 sov<., for two-year- olds, 
five furlongs, at Hurst Park Whitsun- 
tide Meeting.— S.p. 3 to i ag*Jt. 

May 27th. Baron de Rothschild's ch. h. 
Medicut, by Rol)ert the Devil or 
Florentine— Skolzka, 6 yrs., 8st. 9 lb. 
(T. Loates), won the Salford Borough 
Handicap of 960 sovs., one mile, at 
Manchester Whitsuntide Meeting. — 
S.p. 5 to I agst. 

May 27th. Mr. L. de Rothschild's b. f. 
Goleita, byGalopin— Biseita, 8st. 91b. 
(T. Loates), won the Summer Breed- 
ers' Foal Plate of 800 sovs., for two- 
year-olds, five furlongs, at Manchester. 
—S.p. 2 to I on. 

May 28ih. Mr. W. R. Reid's b. or br. c 
Merchislon, by Pioneer— Saponaria, 
3 yrs., 7 St. 81b. (F. Finlay), won the 
Beaufort Handicap of 437 sovs., five 
furlongs, at Manchester. — S.p. 7 to I 
agst. 

May 29lh. M. R. Lebaudy's ch. f. Per- 
seat, by Florentine— PerMca, 8 sf. 7 lb. 
(S. Loates), won the John OXiaunt 
Plate of 444 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
five furlongs, at Manchester. — S.p. 

8 to I agst. 

May 29th. Mr. P. Buchanan's ch. h. The 
Docker, by Southampton —Abatement, 
5 yrs., 7 St. 61b. (F. Allsopp), won 
the Manchester Cup of 1,912 sovs., 
I J miles, at Manchester.— S.p. 20 to I 
agst 



May 30lh. Mr. W. R. Marshall's ch. h. 
Wharfe, by Don — Apia, 5 yrs., 
6 St. 7 lb. (K. Cannon), won the De 
TrafTord Handicap of 437 sovs., i| 
miles, at Manchester. — S.p. 100 to 15 
agst. 

May 30th. Mr. H. McCalmont's b. f. 
Sauce Tartare, by Chit tabob— Tan- 
trum, 8 St. 10 lb. (M. Cannon), woo 
the Whitsuntide Plate of 880 sovs., 
for two- year -oldrs, five furlongs, at 
Manchester. — S.p. 7 to i agst. 

June 2nd. Lord Rosebery's b. f. Cbelan- 
dry, by Goldfinch— llluminata, 8st. 
9 II). (T. Loates), won the Woodcote 
Slakes of 925 sovs., for two-year-olds. 
New T.Y.C. (last six furlongs on New 
Course), at Epsom Summer Meeting. 
—S.p. 3 to I on. 

June 2nd. Mr. H. McCalmont's b. c 
The Lombard, by Petrarch — Wealth, 

4 yrs., 8 St. 9 lb. (M. Cannon), won 
the Epsom Plate of 462 sovs., seven 
furlongs, at Epsom. — S.p. 11 to 8 on. 

June 3rd. Sir F. Johnstone's br. f. Zara- 
Innda, by Saraband — Anthem, 8 st. 
9 lb. (M. Cannon), won the Stanley 
Stakes of 457 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
five furlongs, at Epsom. —S.p. 4 to i 
agst. 

June 3rd. H. R. H. Prince of Wales's b. c 
Persimmon, by St. Simon — Perdita 
IL (J. Walls), wpn ihe Derby Slakes 
of 5i45o sovs., for three-year-olds, 
about 1^ miles. — S.p. 5 to i agst. 

June 4th. Mr. Rutherford's b. g. Break 
of Day, by Kilwarlin— Bonnie Morn, 

5 yrs., 7 St. 3 lb. (O. Madden), won 
the Royal Slakes (handicap) of 900 
sovs., six furlongs, at Epsom.— S.p. 
5 to I agst. 

June 4ih. Lord Rosebery's b. fl Chelan- 
dry, by Goldfinch— llluminata, 8 st. 
13 lb. (Allsopp), won the Grjcat Surrey 



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Breeders' Foal Plate of 1,082 sovs., for 
two-year-olds, five furlongs, at Epsom. 
— S.p. 6 to 4 agRt. 
June 4th. M. R. Lebaudy's b. h. Rach, 
l^ Barcaldine — Anthem, aged, 7 st. 
7 ll». (S. Loates), and Mr. Theobald's 
i>. c. Phcebus Apollo, by St. Simon — 
Polynesia, 3 yrs. 7 st. (Allsopp), ran 
a (lead heat for the Durdans Plate of 
9^0 sovs., Derby Cours;, and divided 
the stakes.— S.p., 100 to 7 agst Bach, 
100 to 30 agst Phoebus Apollo. 

June 5ih. Lord Derby's ch. f. Canterbury 
bury Pilgrim, by Tristan — Pilgrimage 
(Rickaby), won the Oaks Slakes of 
4,150 sovs., for three-year-old fillies, 
alM>ut li miles, at Epsom. —S.p. 100 
to 8 agst. 

June 6. Prince SoliykofTs b. h. The 
Nipper, by Sheen - Mina, 4 yrs., 8 st. 
7 II). (M. Cannon), won the Royal 
Handicap of 486 sovs., one mile, at 
Kempton Park First June Meeting. — 
S.p. 7 to 2 agst. 

June 6th. Captain Greer*s ch. f. Morning, 
by Kendal— Bonnie Morn, 8 st. 1 1 lb. 
(< Jnrreti), won the Surrey Two-year- 
old Stakes of 440 sovs., five furlongs, 
at Kempt on Park.— S.p. even<. 

June 81 h. Baron de Rothschild's ch. h. 
Me«iicis, by Robert the Devil or Floren- 
tine— Skoltka, 6 yrs.,9st. 7 lb. (Brad- 
ford), won the Lewes Spring Handi- 
cap of 300 sovs,, one mile, at Lewes 
Spring .Meeting. -S.p. 6 to 4 agsi. 

June 8th. Sir W. Throckmorton's Cross- 
l«ar, by Isolmr— Transit, 8 fct. ii lb, 
(Calder), won the Abergavenny Stakes 
of 320 sovs., for two-year-olds, five 
furlongs, at Lewes. — S.p. 9 to 2 agst. 

June 1 6th. Mr. B. L Barnato's ch. h. 
Worcester, by Saraltand — Elegance, 
6 yrs., 9st. 81b. (J. Watts), won the 
Trial Stakes of 590 sovs., the New 
Mile (seven furlong, 166 yards) at the 
Royal Ascut Meeting. — S.p. 1 1 to 10 
on. 

June i6ih. M. de St. Alary's b. c. 
Arlequin, by Little Duck— And rella, 
3 yrs., 6 St. 51b. (Ferres), won the 
Ascot Stakes of 995 sovs., about ^ 
miles, at Ascot.— S.p. 8 to i ag^t. 

June i6th. Mr. L. de Rothschild's b. f. 
Goletta, by Galopin— Biseria, 8 st. 
1 1 lb. ( T. Loates), won the Coventry 
Stakes of 1655 sovs., for two-year- 
olds, T. Y. C. (5 furlongs and 136 
yards), at Ascot. —S.p. 11 to 4 agst. 

June i6ih. Duke of Westminster's b. c. 
Shaddock, by St. Serf -Orange, 8 st 
3 lb. (M. Cannon), won the Prince of 
Wales' Stakes of 1750 S(»vs., for three- 
year-olds, al)out one mile five furlongs, 
at Ascot. — S.p. II to 4 agst. 



June 1 6th. Mr. L. Brassey's b. c. Pride, by 
Merry Hampton — Superba, 4 yrs., 
9si. (Bradford), won the Gold Vase of 
540 sovs., two miles, at Ascot. — S.p. 7 
to I agst. 

June i6th. Mr H. McCalmont's b. f. 
Sauce Tartere, by ChitUbob— Tan- 
trum, 9 St. I lb. (M. (Gannon), won 
the Thirty-ninth Ascot Biennial Stakes 
of 1,061 sovs., for two-year-olds, T. 
Y. C, at Ascot— S. p. 6 to i agst 

June 17th. Lord Rosebery'sb. h. (Quarrel, 
by Discord — Free and Easy, 5 yrs., 
7 St. II lb. (Fagan), won the Royal 
Hunt Cup of 2,400 Mvs., New Mile, 
at Ascot. — S.p. 7 to 2 agst 

June 17th. Mr. Fairie's b. c Eager, bv 
Enthusiast — Greeba, 9st 31b. (F\ 
Pratt), won the First Year of the 
Forty-fourth Triennial Stakes of 707 
sovs., for two year-olds, T. G. C, at 
Ascot— S.p. 7 to 4 agst. 

June 17th. Duke of Westminster's b. f. 
Hflcn, by Morion— Quetta, 8st. lolb. 
(M. Cannon), won the Coronation 
Stakes of 3,oco sovs., for ihrce-year- 
old fillies, Old Mile, at Ascot— S.p. 
1 1 to 2 agst. 

June 17th. Mr. W. Low's b. c. Zubac, by 
Galopin— Hall Mark, 9 s^ 5 lb. (M. 
Cannon), won the Thirty-eighth 
A^cot Biennial Stakes of 1,061 sovs., 
for three-year-olds. Old Mile, at 
Ascut — S.p. 5 to I agst 

June 17th. Duke of Westminster's Con- 
roy, by Bend Or — Grace Conroy, 8st. 
31b. (M. Cannon), won the Ascot 
Derby of 1,125 sovs , for three-year- 
olds, Swinl^y Course, i^ miles, at 
Ascot. —S.p. 9 to 4 on. 

June t8th. Duke of Portland's b. c 
His Reverence, by St. Simon — Miss 
Middlewick, 9st. (T. Loates), won the 
St James' PalaceSfakes of 2,050 sovs., 
for three-year-olds. Old Mile, at Ascot. 
—S.p. 20 to I agst 

June 18th. Mr. H. McCalmont's b. c 
The Lombard, by Petrarch— Wealth, 
4yr<:., 9 st 4 lb. (M. Cannon), won 
the Thirty-third New Biennial Sukes 
of 870 sovs., for three and four-year- 
olds, Old Mile, at Ascot.— S.p. 11 to 
10 a^st. 

Junei8th. Mr.Hamar Bass's ch. c. ** Love 
Wisely," by Wisdom— Lovelorn, 3yrs., 
' 7 St. 7 lb. (S. Loates), won the Gold 
Cup, value i,coo sovs., h. ft about 
two miles and a half, at Ascot- S.p. 
10 to I agst. 

June 18th. Lord Rosebery's b. c. Velas- 
quez, by Donovan — Vista, 8 st 10 lb. 
(T. Loates), won the New Stakes of 
;fi,868 los., for two-year-olds (five 
furlongs), 136 yds,, at Ascot— S.p. 1 1 
to 10 agst. 




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BAILY'S MAGAZINE 

OF 

SPORTS AND PASTIMES 



No. 438. 



AUGUST, 1896. 



Vol. LXVI. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

Sporting Diary for ihe Month ix 

Sir Timothy Carew O'Brien, Bart. ... 85 
The Appreciation of Thoroughbred 

Stock 89 

Animal Painters. — XVII. Dean 

Wolstenholme, Junr 97 

Memories of an Old Soldier. — II. 

Commandant Stirling 105 

Warlike Archery in England 116 

The Hundred Best Patterns of Floating 

Flies.— Ill 123 

A Song of the Rod 128 

The Affair at Abu Simbel 130 

Polo Players.— IV. Mr. Gerald Hardy 136 
The Lesson of the 'Varsity Match ... 139 
The Sportsman's Library 144 



"Our Van" 

The Two Julys 149 

A Hampshire Meeting 151 

Lingfield 151 

The Eclipse 153 

Major Owen 154 

The"^eterl)orough Shows 154 

Pelciijorough Foxhound Show 155 

Driving Meets 159 

Crystal Palace Horse Show 159 

Rowing 159 

Sport at the Universities 162 

Polo 164 

Yachting 166 

Golf 168 

"Notes on the Rifle" 169 

Summary of Prominent Results 1 70 



WITH 



Steel Engraved Portrait of Sir Tlmothy Carew O'Brien, Bart; Steel Engraving, 

Royal Toxopholite Ground, 1836; Portrait of Dean Wolstenholme,' Junr. ; 

Engravings: Burial of ToM Moody, Mr. Gerald Hardy on "Sailor," Archery 

IN England, Foxhounds. 

Sir Timothy Carew O'Brien, Bart. 



To those of our readers, who are 
habitues of the Pavilion at Lord's, 
the figure of the genial Irish gentle- 
man, which forms the frontispiece 
of our number for August, must 
appear familiar, for during the last 
twelve years Sir Timothy O'Brien 
has appeared with regularity in all 
the best matches at the head-quar- 
ters of cricket, and, as an exponent 
of scientific and briUiant batsman- 
ship, has had few rivals. 

It is worthy of notice that, not- 
withstanding the undoubted ad- 

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vantages which are. enjoyed by 
cricketers who have had the ad- 
vantages of a public school edu- 
cation, with the careful coaching 
and facilities for the game that 
are thereby enjoyed, yet a great 
number of our most famous ama- 
teur cricketers are men who have 
made for themselves a great repu- 
tation without the assistance 
afforded by an early training at 
such great cricket nurseries as 
Harrow, Eton, Winchester, and 
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It was at the Catholic College, 
Downside, Bath, that Sir Timothy 
commenced his cricket education, 
and, after that, his earlier suc- 
cesses at the noble game were 
associated with the suburban 
Club of Kensington Park, where, 
for a couple of years, he had the 
best average as a batsman, and 
gave evidence of his versatile gifts 
in the cricket-field by gaining 
much success as a bowler, and 
for one season kept wicket so 
well for the club that his reputa- 
tion as an all-round man, led to 
his accepting the invitation of 
Mr. I. D. Walker to play for 
the county of Middlesex. 

Occasional appearances in 
county cricket in the early eighties 
did not enable Mr. O'Brien (as he 
was then and up to as recently as 
1894, when he succeeded his uncle 
in the baronetcy) to make that 
world-wide reputation as a crick- 
eter that he was destined one day to 
enjoy, and it was not until he 
went into residence at Oxford 
University that we were able to 
fully appreciate his great gifts. 
The year selected by him to ap- 
pear at Oxford must be distin- 
guished as one of the strongest 
years ever known for Freshmen ; 
about a dozen of the Freshmen of 
1884 secured a place in the 'Var- 
sity XI. before going down, and 
when we mention that amongst 
the Freshmen of that year were 
Messrs. Key, Brain, Buckland, 
Cobb, Hewett, and Whitby, it 
will at once be recognised that 
the competition for a place in the 
* Varsity team was exceedingly 
keen. 

Mr. O'Orien, however, gave 
early demonstration that, no 
matter who was not destined for 
the eleven at all events he was ; 
and early successes in the trial 
matches, led to his playing for 
Oxfoid against the Australian 
*-""*l,^ about the middle of May. 



That was a wonderful match, 
in many ways, and a well-deserved 
victory for the 'Varsity set the 
seal of fame upon the team, most 
ably captained by Mr. M. C. 
Kemp. The fast bowling of Mr. 
Whitby, the sensational catching 
of Mr. B. E. Nicholls at short- 
shp, and the valiant batting of the 
Captain and Secretary, at the 
finish of the match, will always be 
treasured memories of those who 
were privileged to witness the 
contest. But if we were asked to 
name the point in the game where 
the match was won for Oxford, 
we should, without hesitation, 
mention the innings of 92, by 
which Mr. O'Brien made himself 
famous throughout the cricket 
world. 

It was not surprising that he 
should have been picked to re- 
present the M.C.C. and Ground, 
immediately afterwards, against 
the Australians, and here again 
a fine innings of 72 runs fully 
justified his selection. 

Notwithstanding these fine per- 
formances, it may well be that 
the finest performance that season 
of the Oxford freshman, was for 
his University against Lancashire, 
at Old Trafford, when, in the first 
innings, he went to the wicket in 
the very first over, and carried 
out his bat for a masterly innings 
of 91 runs out of a total of 161, 
and this he followed up with a 
second innings of 58, thus secur- 
ing victory for his side. 

Upon the occasion of the match 
against Cambridge, Mr. O'Brien 
performed the, for him, incredible 
feat of bagging a bra,ce of duck's 
eggs, and, considering the wonder- 
ful form, which he had displayed 
for his 'Varsity up to this time, 
his complete failure against Cam- 
bridge was regarded as one of 
the features of an eventful 
season. 

The following year found him 



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again representing Oxford, in the 
team captained by Mr. Page, when 
a defeat awaited the Dark Blues, 
although Mr. O'Brien made a 
good score before running himself 
out. Since these memorable Ox- 
ford days. Sir Timothy has been a 
regular and most valuable mem- 
ber of the Middlesex eleven, and 
has seldom been far from the first 
place in the county averages ; in 
fact, he has, more than once, been 
above Mr. Stoddart in the county 
batting averages. Success of this 
character naturally led to his 
inclusion in most of the great 
matches of the year, and he 
was selected to do battle for 
England against Australia, in 
1884 at Manchester, and in 1888 
at Lord's ; whilst, as in this pre- 
sent year, he has, when available, 
generally represented the Gentle- 
men against the Players, at 
Lord's. 

To detail Sir Timothy's great 
performances over the dozen 
years that he has been so notably 
before the public would carry us 
beyond the space allotted to a 
notice of this kind, but mention 
must be made of the memorable 
match, played at Lord's in 1888, 
between Middlesex and Yorkshire. 
That he should make 92 runs in 
the first innings was not so very 
remarkable, but in the second 
innings, when Middlesex were 
batting, not only against York- 
shire, but against time, there were 
few men upon the groimd bold 
enough to think that, when 
O'Brien walked to the wicket, 
Middlesex could do more than 
make the match drawn. When he 
" got going," in partnership with 
another famous hitter, Mr. G. F. 
Vernon, no tactics of the Tykes 
availed aught to check the run- 
getting, and, witha not-out innings 
of 100, Sir Timothy won the 
match for his county with a few 
minutes to spare, although 100 



minutes before the finish it may 
well be that there was not a man 
on the ground rash enough to 
predict such a result. 

Space forbids us to dwell upon 
his many great exploits, but men- 
tion must be made of that which 
is by common consent adjudged 
the hnest innings that has, so far, 
been played this season, when 
upon a wet wicket, against the 
formidable Surrey bowling. Sir T. 
O'Brien won the match for Mid- 
dlesex with a superb innings of 
137, made without a single chance. 
In comparison with these perform- 
ances, his score of 218 against 
Sussex, upon a Brighton wicket, 
is hardly worthy of mention, al- 
though that alone would stamp 
another batsman as a great 
player. 

Gifted with a wonderful eye 
and great natural advantages, Sir 
Timothy is, perhaps, at his best as 
a batsman, when the wicket is 
giving the bowler some assistance, 
and his method of playing away 
to leg fast balls, which are break- 
ing in to his wicket, is marvellous. 
In addition to his cleverness in 
such a crisis, he has the advan- 
tage of being one of the hardest 
hitters and most powerful cutters, 
so that one may well endorse the 
dictum ** He is a man to have on 
your side ; he may win a match at 
any time." 

As a bowler, he has never 
earned the success that he would 
apparently seem to deserve ; it is 
seldom a wicket falls, when he is 
in the field, that Sir Timothy does 
not grasp the opportunity of 
bowling down the stumps, and 
giving his imitation of various 
celebrated bowlers, such as Peel, 
Barnes, and others. His deliveries 
would appear, superficially, to 
have all the qualities essential to 
success, but yet we have to face 
the awkward fact that his bowl- 
ing — and upon more than one oc- 



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casion he has bowled both right 
and left-handed in the same 
match — has never, in first-class 
company, met with even a fair 
amount of success. His fielding, 
however, at point, where he stands, 
perhaps, closer than the other 
points of the day, since the retire- 
ment of Dr. E. M. Grace — that is, 
within easy conversational range 
of the batsman— has been most 
useful to his county. 

It is only natural that a 
cricketer of this calibre should 
have been invited to join teams to 
visit other countries, and in 
1887-8, with Lord Hawke's XI. 
he visited Australia, but, owing to 
illness, was unable to join in many 
of the matches. It will be re- 
membered that Sir Timothy 
formed one of Lord Hawke's 
team in South Africa during the 
past w^inter, and, although it is not 
much of a country for cricket at any 
time, and especially at that period, 
when the Jameson raid had entirely 
destroyed the peace and comfort 
of the continent, yet, even in 
Darkest Africa, when play was 
possible, Sir Timothy turned the 
cocoanut- matting pitch to its best 
use, and made many good scores, 
ranging downwards from a cen- 
tury, at Pietermaritzburg. 



Although we, on this side St. 
George's Channel, know Sir 
Timothy best as a cricketer, yet 
in Ireland, where he resides, 
he is, perhaps, better known 
as a hunting man, owner of 
some of the best horses in Ire- 
land, and a familiar figure at 
Punchestown. Indeed, there is 
one chapter in his history which 
we are confident will appeal to 
readers of Baily, and that is, 
when he rode, in 1894, ^^ Cork 
Park Races, a flat race against 
Lord Fermoy, a sporting match 
for ;^ioo, three and a quarter 
miles. Sir Timothy upon his 
hunter, Liscaroll, won in a canter 
from the the blood hunter, which 
carried his lordship. Seeing that, 
upon this occasion. Sir Timothy 
rode i4st. ylbs., we cannot ask 
him to continue to ride for our 
amusement ; but so long as he will 
exhibit the class of animal which 
has carried off for him so many 
prizes at the Dublin and Cork 
horse-shows, our hunting readers 
will owe him a debt of gratitude, 
and so long as he will display such 
form, as a batsman, as he did the 
other day at Kennington Oval, 
our cricketing readers will re- 
member him with perhaps even 
more gratefulness. 



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The Appreciation of Thoroughbred Stock. 

By The Hon. F. Lawley. 



A JUMP from ten shillings to twelve 
thousand six hundred guineas 
— the prices respectively given 
in 1 818 for Boadicea, grand-dam 
of Touchstone and Launcelot, 
and in 1896 for La Fldche — is a 
sufficiently inspiring subject to 
satisfy the ambition of the most 
soaring imagination. It should 
be mentioned in explanation of the 
first of these figures, that in 1807 
there was bom at Heat on Park, 
in the paddocks of the second 
Earl of Wilton, profanely called 
** the wicked Earl,** a shapely 
brown filly named Boadicea, the 
daughter of Alexander, a remark- 
ably stout stallion belonging to 
Lord Wilton*s father, the first Earl 
Grosvenor. After starting in 
Lord Wilton *s name, and being 
beaten in a small race at Chester 
in 181 1, Boadicea was sold, not, 
I presume, by Lord Wilton, who 
was then only twelve years old, 
and is, if I mistake not, the 
youngest nominator of a racehorse 
that the pages of the Racing 
Calendar contain, but by his stud- 
groom or trainer, to a Mr. Shawe, 
who started her in a few small 
races run in heats over four miles 
of ground, two or three of which 
she won. She then passed into 
the hands of Sir Charles Knightley 
(one of the best and hardest riders 
that ever crossed a country), who 
found her not good enough for a 
himter, but rode her for several 
seasons as a covert-hack. One 
day she tumbled down with him 
on the road, giving him an awk- 
ward fall, and on picking himself 
up he espied a small, withered 
old cow on the other side of a 
hedge, by whose side her owner, 
a tenant farmer, was standing. 
•* What will you take for your 



cow ? '* enquired Sir Charles, and 
was told that her price was ten 
shillings because she was too old 
to breed. ** If you will bring her 
to-morrow to my house at Fawsley 
Park over yonder you may leave 
her there, and take away this 
mare in exchange." The bargain 
was immediately struck, and each 
of the contracting parties was 
equally satisfied with it. Sir 
Charles, who was a capital judge 
of cattle, saw at a glance that the 
cow was far from being worn out, 
and that all she wanted was some 
good food. Before her death she 
bred him two or three calves, 
while on the other hand, the 
farmer was not slow to accept 
50 gs. for Boadicea — the sum 
offered him by a travelling horse- 
dealer, who took the mare to 
Chester, where she was purchased 
by the second Earl Grosvenor for 
100 gs. 

Lord Grosvenor immediately 
mated Boadicea with Orville, who 
had won the St. Leger in 1802, 
and was then the best stallion in 
the world, as he again proved a 
few years later by becoming the sire 
of Emilius, who won the Derby in 
1823, and was the sire of Priam, 
who won it in 1830. The result 
of Boadicea*s union with Orville 
was that in 1820 she gave birth to 
Etiquette, a mare which won 
several races for Lord Grosvenor, 
starting in the St. Leger of 1823, 
and running unplaced behind Bare- 
foot and Sherwood, and finishing 
a good second in the Chester Cup 
of 1824 to Sir Thomas Stanley's 
Doge of Venice. In addition 
Etiquette proved to be a valuable 
brood mare, producing among 
many others Maid of Honour, 
the dam of Auckland, who during 



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the winter of 1841-42 was deemed 
to be the best of John Scott's 
powerful lot of Derby favourites, 
until it was discovered, as the day 
approached, that Colonel Anson's 
Attila, the winner of the Derby in 
1842, was better than Auckland. 

But the great event of Boa- 
dicea's life — the only thing, in 
fact, which procures her mention 
in this article — is that in 1825 she 
was allied with Master Henry, the 
son of Orville and Miss Sophie, 
the dam of Mameluke, and that 
in 1826 she produced Banter, the 
dam, in 1831, of Touchstone (her 
first foal), and, in 1837, of Laimce- 
lot. It is worth while even at 
this lapse of time, to hunt up the 
details of Boadicea's history, 
which is not generally known, 
and was often repeated to me by 
my old friend, the late Lord 
Knightley, the only son of the 
above-named Sir Charles Knight- 
ley. There is not, as far as I am 
aware, so remarkable a history in 
connection with any other brood 
mare in the Stud Book, although 
that of the Coriander mare, who 
produced Blacklock, another of the 
historic stallions of the British 
Turf, runs it very hard. It is well 
known that this mare was offered 
for sale at York Fair in 1810, and 
was bought by a veterinary 
surgeon named Moss for three 
sovereigns. She had already been 
Mr. Moss's property, for whom, 
in 1804, she produced a filly by 
Beningbrough, her first foal, and 
was then sold by him to Lord 
Grey of Groby. In 18 10 she had 
passed through the hands of three 
other owners, the last of them 
being that great pillar of the Turf, 
Lord Fitzwilliam, to whom we 
are indebted for Orville, who, in 
the opinion of the late Earl of 
Stradbroke, was the grandest stal- 
lion of the nineteenth century. In 
a fortunate moment for the best 
interests of the Turf, the Coriander 



mare in question, caught Mr. 
Moss's eye, and, after securing her 
for three sovereigns, he mated her, 
in 1 81 3, with Whitelock, whose 
covering fee was one sovereign, 
the result of this imion being 
the mighty Blacklock. 

Never was the irony of fate more 
exemplified than in the fact that 
Blacklock, whom even Mr. Joseph 
Osborne, forgetful of his former 
favourite Harkaway, regards as 
** the grandest horse that was ever 
foaled," sprang from a mare that 
cost only three sovereigns, and 
was begotten by a sire whose ser- 
vices were obtained for twenty 
shillings. According to the fourth 
edition (which has just appeared) 
of Mr. Osborne's ** Horse-breeder's 
Handbook," " Blacklock was sent 
early in 181 6 to Norton, near 
Malton, to be trained by Tommy 
Sykes, who then had charge of 
the racehorses belonging to Mr. 
Richard Watt, of Bishop Burton, 
near Beverley. Blacklock made 
his debut in August, 1816, as a 
two-year-old at York, where he 
won a sweepstakes of 20 sovs. 
and followed it up by winning 
another at Pontefract, after which, 
upon the recommendation of his 
trainer, Mr. Watt bought him for 
400 gs." What Blacklock's value 
has been to the British Turf it 
would be difficult to say, but the 
two most successful stalHons now 
living, Galopin and his son St. 
Simon, are directly descended 
from him in the male line. 

It is impossible, within the 
limits of a brief article, to rehearse 
the circumstances, surroundings 
and prices of the most famous 
brood mares which have earned 
for themselves such immortaUty 
as the racecourse can confer. As 
regards the vast majority of them, 
such as Penelope and Primella, 
Eleanor and Banter, Beeswing 
and Alice Hawthorn, Cyprian and 
Easter, they died in the posses- 



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sion of their breeders, many of 
whom, like the last racing Duke 
of Grafton, would never part with 
a filly for fear of allowing their 
best blood to get into the hands 
of others. For this reason the 
fourth Duke of Grafton had when 
he died, six winners of the Oaks in 
his paddocks at Euston Park, 
whereas all his best colts, such as 
Whalebone and Whisker, were 
freely parted with, at prices so 
low that they would now be re- 
garded as equivalent to the pro- 
verbial ** crust of bread " of which 
Sir Joseph Hawley was so fond 
of speaking. For my present pur- 
pose it is enough to show in what 
year the first big figure was given 
for a foal, a yearling, a brood 
mare and a stallion, in order to 
contrast them with the wonderful 
prices now in vogue, and thus to 
establish what the appreciation or 
increased value of thoroughbred 
stock has been during the present 
century. 

So far as I know, the first price 
given for a foal that astonished 
mankind by its magnitude was 
the 1,300 gs. paid, in 1806, by 
Colonel Mellish for Robin, the full 
brother of Sancho, the winner of 
the Doncaster St. Leger in 1804. 
The dam of Sancho was one of those 
numerous Highflyer mares bred by 
Mr. Richard Tattersall during the 
last century, of which there are 
twenty-eight mentioned with no 
other name than ** Highflyer 
mares " in the second volume of 
the " Stud Book." The mare in 
question was born in 1789, and, as 
was the way with her breeder, 
each foal or yearling was parted 
with by private contract so soon 
as a purchaser could be found. 
Her first six foals were worthless, 
although two of them were bought 
by Sir T. Honywood and the 
Prince of Wales, both of them ex- 
cellent judges. Then, in 1800, she 
was mated with Don Quixote, by 



Eclipse, and the union of the 
Eclipse and Highflyer blood re- 
sulted as fortunately in Sancho as 
it had in many similar instances. 
Indeed, the very considerable for- 
tune acquired by the first Richard 
Tattersall was due to his judicious 
purchases of Eclipse mares, which 
he put to his own horse. High- 
flyer, with the result that their 
progeny was eagerly sought for at 
remunerative prices, as they were 
then considered. 

In 1806, Colonel Mellish was in 
his prime. His portrait has been 
drawn with matchless skill in 
Nimrod's Quarterly Review article 
upon ** The Turf," but, as nobody 
now reads old books, the following 
passage will, perhaps, bear repeti- 
tion herein : — 

** The star of the racecourse," 
writes Nimrod, ** was then the 
late Colonel Mellish, certainly the 
cleverest man of his day as re- 
gards the science and practice of 
the Turf. No one could make 
matches like him, nor could 
anyone excel him in handicapping 
horses. But, indeed, ^nihil eratqiwd 
non teiigit : nihil quod ietigit non orna- 
vit/ He beat Lord Frederick Ben- 
tinck in a foot-race upon New- 
market Heath. He was a clever 
painter, a fine horseman, a brave 
soldier, a scientific farmer, and an 
exquisite coachman. But, not con- 
tent with being the second-best 
man of his day, he would be the 
first, which was fatal to his fortune 
and fame. It delighted us, how- 
ever, to see him in public, in the 
meridian of his almost unequalled 
popularity, and the impression he 
made still remains. We remember 
even the style of his dress, his 
neat white hat, his white trousers, 
white silk stockings, and, we may 
add his white, but handsome, 
face. There was nothing black 
about him but his hair and 
moustaches, which he wore by 
virtue of his commission. The 



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like of his style of coming on the 
racecourse at Newmarket was 
never witnessed before or since. 
He drove his barouche himself, 
drawn by four white horses with 
two outriders ; in his rear was a 
groom on horseback leading a 
thoroughbred hack, and at the 
rubbing-post on the Heath was 
another groom, all in crimson 
liveries, waiting with a second 
hack. We remember him with 
38' racehorses in training, with 17 
coachhorses, 1 2 hunters in Leices- 
tershire, 4 chargers at Brighton, 
and not a few hacks. By his 
racing speculations he is said to 
have been a gainer, for his judg- 
ment pulled him through ; but, on 
hearing that he once staked 
^"40,000 on a single throw at 
hazard, we were not surprised that 
his domain of Blythe, near Don- 
caster, passed into other hands, 
and that its once accomplished 
owner became the tenant of a 
premature grave.'* 

In 1806, when he gave the 
enormous sum, as it was then 
regarded, of 1,300 gs. for a foal, 
he had, in 1804 and 1805, won 
two successive St. Legers with 
Sancho and Staveley. Little 
wonder can therefore be felt that, 
with his utter disregard of money, 
he should give the biggest sum 
ever paid, thus far, for a foal, that 
foal being an own brother to 
Sancho, upon whom, in the St. 
Leger and upon three heavy 
matches, all of which Sancho 
won, he had netted phenomenal 
sums. Colonel Mellish's hcrses 
were trained at Richmond,, in 
Yorkshire, by Benjamin Atkiiison, 
and were generally ridden by^ the 
great jockey of that day, P^^ank 
Buckle. It speaks volumes! for 
the skill and industry of Atkinson 
that he could do so well with 
horses run in such eccen,tric 
fashion as the habits of that ttme 
necessitated — horses which were 



asked one day to cover a mile, 
and a day or two after to run 
over the Beacon Course, or to 
compass the four severest miles 
in England at Lewes. Here are 
Sancho's three matches, all of 
which Colonel Mellish backed his 
horse to win collectively, not for- 
getting, also, to stake large sums 
upon each match as it came off: 
Brighton Races. 

Friday, July 26th, 1806. 
Colonel Mellish's Sancho, 4 yrs., 
beat Lord Egremont's Hannibal 
(winner of the Derby) 4 yrs., 
8 St. 7 lbs. each. Match i,ooogs. 
One mile. — Betting 11 to 10 on 
Hannibal. 

Lewes Races. 

Thursday, August ist. 
Colonel Mellish's Sancho beat 
Lord Darlington's Pavilion, both 
4 yrs. old. Four miles. Match. 
3,000 gs. to 2,000 gs. staked by 
Lord Darlington. — 2 to i on 
Pavilion. 

Saturday, August 3rd. 
Colonel Mellish's Sancho, 4 yrs., 
7 St. 12 lbs. beat Mr. R. Boyer's 
Bobtail, aged, 8 st. 9 lbs. Last 
mile. Match 200 gs. h. ft. — 
7 to 4 on Sancho. 

It was a great triumph, especi- 
ally as Sancho had met both 
Pavilion and Bobtail before, and 
had been beaten by them. The 
only matches that 1 can remem- 
ber which bore some resemblance 
to those just recited were the 
three won by Lord Rosebery in 
1875, when Controversy beat Lord 
Dupplin's Kaleidoscope, Lord 
Hartington's Chaplet, and Lord 
Huntley's Lowlander in swift 
succession. It will be remem- 
bered that when Persimmon was 
a foal Colonel North offered the 
Prince of Wales 4,000 gs. for 
him, which was happily refused. 
Thus we can estimate the advance 
in price that foals have made 
since 1806, which, however, is not 



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SO great as that made simultane- 
ously by yearlings, brood mares, 
and stallions. 

Upon yearlings I cannot dwell 
at any length, for there would be 
too much to say were I to attempt 
to enter into details. Suffice it 
to add that I believe i,oio gs., the 
price at which Priam — the son of 
Emilius and Cressida, sister of 
Eleanor — was knocked down at 
Sir John Shelley's sale, in 1828, 
to Mr. W. Chiffney, was the 
highest ever given down to that 
day. At present we have reached 
in this country such prices for 
yearlings as 6,oco gs., paid by Sir 
J. Blundell Maple for Childwick ; 
while, in the United States, King 
Thomas by King Ban is said as a 
yearling to have fetched nearly 
8,000 gs. One thing, however, has 
been abundantly demonstrated, to 
wit, that heaping thousand upon 
thousand because a yearling takes 
your fancy, does not make it one 
whit more likely that he or she 
will prove a racehorse. On the 
other hand, there has of late been 
a marked increase in the number 
of costly yearlings, which, like 
Merry Hampton and Meddler, 
were good bargains to their 
courageous purchasers. 

On October 21st, 1838, the 
whole of Sir Mark Wood's fine 
stud was sold at Hare Park, near 
Newmarket, the seat of the de- 
ceased baronet. Among the 
brood mares were included 
Camarine, by Juniper,and Lucetta, 
by Reveller, two of the best race- 
horses of their day. Camarine, 
covered by Physician, was 
knocked down to Lord George 
Bentinck's representative for 
i»55o ps. Lucetta, covered by 
Plenipotentiary, to the Marquis 
of Exeter for 1,000 gs. Camarine 
was then nine years old and 
Lucetta eleven. These prices 
were regarded with consternation, 
especially by the foreigners, who 



had come over in swarms to carry 
some of Sir Mark Wood's famous 
blood back to the Continent, but 
found themselves hopelessly dis- 
tanced by the plucky English 
bidders. Four days later, how- 
ever, the foreigners had their 
turn, when, despite the remon- 
strances of the Jockey Club, the 
Hampton Court stud was brought 
to market, a year after the 
death of William IV., and soon 
after Her Majesty's Coronation. 
France, Russia, Austria, Hungary, 
and Prussia were strongly repre- 
sented, and among the forty-five 
brood mares sold were Nanine, 
the dam of Glaucus, covered by 
Emilius ; Wings and Gulnare, 
both winners of the Oaks ; Fleur- 
de-Lis and Young Mouse, the 
dam of Rat-Trap ; and Peri, the 
dam of Sir Hercules. The highest 
price was 970 gs. given by Mr. 
Sidney Herbert for Nanine, while 
the Chevalier Lupin, who died not 
long since at a great age, obtained 
Fleur-de-Lis for 550 gs.. Wings 
for 600 gs., and Gulnare for 
395 gs. The yearlings had been 
sold in the June preceding the 
October break-up, but for the 
foals prices ranged very low, 
seeing that they were thirty-one in 
number, and that only eight of 
them brought more than 100 gs. 
apiece, and only one reached 
200 gs. There was little in the 
Hampton Court dispersal sale of 
1838 to presage that upon the 
same spot La Fleche would be 
knocked down fifty-two years 
later for 5,500 gs., the largest sum 
ever given in this country for a 
yearling, with the exception of the 
6,000 gs. paid by Sir J. Blimdell 
Maple for Childwick, the son of 
a foreign mare, Plaisanterie, about 
whom I shall presently have 
something further to say. 

From the figures reached at Sir 
Mark Wood's and the Hampton 
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that the great rise in the prices 
paid for thorough-bred stock of 
all kinds is coincident with her 
Majesty's reign. It was not until 
1868 — less than thirty years ago — 
that a substantial advance was 
made upon the 1,550 guineas paid 
by Lord George Bentinck for 
Camarine, who proved worthless as 
a brood mare. In 1868, Sir Henry 
Des Voeux died, and Mr. 
Blenkiron immediately offered 
2,000 guineas for Rosa Bonheur, 
the dam of Knight of the Garter. 
She was superbly bred, being by 
Touchstone out of Boarding 
School Miss ; but in 1868 she was 
fourteen years old, and proved a 
very bad bargain to Mr. Blenkiron. 
She had no produce in 1869, 1870, 
1871, or 1872, when, on Mr. 
Blenkiron*s death she was sold for 
a song to Mr. Edwards, covered 
by Amsterdam, to whom she was 
again barren. But the impulse 
to give big sums for fashionable 
brood mares, which commenced 
with Rosa Bonheur, knew neither 
pause nor abatement until it culmin- 
ated in the purchase, a few days 
since, of the late Baron Hirsch's 
famous mare La Fleche for 12,600 
guineas. At one jump Sir Tatton 
Sykes, the most courageous and 
discriminating purchaser of blood 
stock in the United Kingdom, has 
more than doubled the 6,000 
guineas which he gave for Plaisan- 
terie — the record price paid for a 
brood mare down to 1889. Of a 
certainty the experience gained by 
Sir Tatton in connection with 
Plaisanterie is of a nature to 
encourage him to risk even a 
bigger sum in purchasing a still 
more renowned mare. Plaisan- 
terie's first foal was Childwick, for 
whom, in 1891, Sir J. Blundell 
Maple gave 6,000 guineas, and 
probably has never regretted liis 
bargain. Childwick is by St. 
Simon, to whom Plaisanterie 
threw another foal, Raconteur, 



born in 1892, and bought by 
Captain Machell for 3,000 guineas 
as a yearling in 1893. Although 
Plaisanterie slipped to St. Simon 
in 1893, and was barren to him in 
1895, as she had been to Isonomy 
in 1 89 1, she threw a filly foal to 
St. Simon in 1894, which in 1895 
was knocked down at Doncaster 
for 2,300 gs. to Baron Hirsch ; so 
that the three foals she has pro- 
duced since 1891 have together 
brought as yearlings 11,300 gs., 
which more than compensates for 
the 6,000 gs. originally given for 
the mare, who is now only four- 
teen years old, and may still give 
birth to half-a-dozen more foals. 

Before I revert to other Bel- 
gravian matrons which, within my 
memory, have brought great prices, 
such as Wheel of Fortune, Bal 
Gal, Jannette, Busybody, Marie 
Stuart, Fraiilein, and many more, 
let me record that General 
Peel, decidedly the best breeder 
and cleverest manager of a small 
and select stud that I have known 
in my time, was emphatically 
of opinion that the dam was far 
more important as the creator or 
producer of a racehorse than the 
sire, and that he preferred quick 
nervous mares like Vulture, the 
dam of Orlando, or Quiver, the 
dam of Memoir and La Fleche, 
to slow and sluggish stayers like 
Beeswing, Camarine, and Violante. 
His more erudite and classical 
confederate, the late Earl of 
Strafford, had not forgotten the 
lines in Virgil's Third Georgic : 

'* Seu quis Olympiacae miratus praemia 
palmae 
Pascit equos, seu quis forles ad aratra 

juvencos : 
Corpoia prxcipue matrum legal." 

which Dryden, who is facillim^ 
frinceps among translators, has 
Englished thus : 

" The generous youth who, studious of the 

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Or to the plough the sturdy bullock breeds 
Must know that from the dam the worth 
proceeds." 

The late Mr. Bruce Lowe, the 
Australian inventor of the figure 
system of breeding, which, for 
many reasons, seems to me in the 
highest degree illusory, was of the 
same mind with General Peel as 
to the superior value of mares 
to stallions in the composition 
of a racehorse, although the 
general opinion of Yorkshiremen is 
just the other way. I should say, 
for instance, that Touchstone had 
quite as much to do as Vulture 
with making Orlando what he 
was, and that the superiority of 
the Flying Dutchman over Van 
Tromp was due to the superior 
speed of Bay Middleton over that 
of Lanercost. This article is, 
however, a record rather than an 
argumentative promulgation of 
private opinion, and it remains for 
me to show what has been the 
increase in value set upon stallions 
since I first knew the Turf half-a- 
century since. 

Not long before my time, or 
rather when I was still a school- 
boy. Lord George Bentinck, who 
was the owner, although not the 
nominator, of Elis, whom Bay 
Middleton had twice beaten, 
astonished the world by giving 
4,000 guineas for the latter, who 
proved at first a very bad stallion, 
and as the still living John Kent 
well knows, filled Lord George's 
stables at Goodwood with unsound 
stock. 

It was not until after Lord 
George's death that the Flying 
Dutchman and Andover, Bay 
Middleton's two best sons, and 
his two best daughters, Brown 
Duchess and Aphrodite, had given 
evidence of their quality, and, little 
as Lord George cared for money, 
he would not in all probability, 
have given i ,000 guineas for Bay 
Middleton in 1845, whereas he 



was very glad to give 4,000 in 
1837. For a long time the price 
paid for Bay Middleton was un- 
approached, and the next step in 
advance was taken by his best 
son, the Flying Dutchman, who 
was sold in 1 85 1 to a syndicate 
for 5,000 guineas. Then came 
Gladiateur and Blair Athol, who 
passed from ** Jock of Oran," 
otherwise John Jackson's hands, 
into Mr. Blenkiron's possession, 
Gladiateur for 5,800, and Blair 
Athol for 5,000 guineas. Upon 
Mr. Blenkiron's death, in 1871, 
the whole of his monster stud was 
sold, and three of his stallions 
brought what were then re- 
garded as extraordinary figures. 
Blair Athol, aged ten, being 
knocked down for 12,500 guineas, 
Gladiateur, aged nine, for 7,000, 
and Breadalbane, own brother 
to Blair Athol, aged nine, for 
6,000. From that moment until 
the present day, what enemies of 
the Turf would describe as moon- 
struck madness has prevailed in 
connection with the enormous 
prices paid for thoroughbred sires 
of the highest degree. Mr. Robert 
Peck began by giving Mr. James 
Merry 10,000 guineas for Don- 
caster, and the Duke of West- 
minster was not slow to give Mr. 
Peck 4,000 guineas for his bar- 
gain. A host of other sales fol- 
lowed, such as those of St. Blaise, 
St. Gatien, Tristan, and Match- 
box, the last-named of which was 
sold for 3,000 guineas by Lord 
Alington to the late Mr. A. Bel- 
mont, of New York, upon whose 
death the Derby winner was 
knocked down for 100,000 dollars, 
or about 20,000 guineas. But 
these prices pale their insignificant 
fires before the prodigious figure 
at which Ormonde was bought 
from his South American owner 
by an enterprising Californian, who 
was not afraid to give 150,000 
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flat-sided roarer whom his breeder, 
the Duke of Westminster, was 
glad to get rid of at 12,000 
guineas. Finally, there is at 
this moment such a collection 
of high-class stallions at Welbeck 
Abbey as was never before seen 
at one stud farm. Thus St. 
Simon and his fine son, St. 
Serf, supplemented by Carbine, 
from Australia, by Ayrshire, win- 
ner of the Two Thousand and 
Derby, and by Donovan, winner 
of the Derby and St. Leger, 
speak for themselves, and are suf- 
ficient evidence*, even if the 
wonderful figure at which La 
Fl^che was knocked down last 
month be left out of calculation, 
that the British Turf is now 
approaching its zenith, and that 
before another thirty years have 
flown it is impossible to say 
at what price a high-class brood 
mare and an Emperor of stal- 
lions may be knocked down. 

This article might be easily ex- 
tended to double its present length 
by quoting instances to show that, 
as a rule, high-priced mares have 
been failures, and that the great 
prizes of the Turf and Stud Book 
have gone to such matrons as 
Pocahontas, Paradigm, and Laura. 
It is, however, none of my busi- 
ness to say one word of a nature 
to discourage wealthy purchasers 
from giving ** a king's ransom " 
for any thoroughbred that takes 
their fancy. To begin with, Sir 
Tatton Sykes is a far better judge 
of the real value of a brood mare 
than nine-tenths of his critics can 
be ; and, secondly, he is to be 
commended for following the ex- 
ample of the two racing Dukes of 
Grafton, and confining his stud to 
brood niares, which he sends to 
such stallions as he prefers, with- 
out keeping a fashionable sire of 
his own. Everything, in fact, is 
conducted at Sledmere upon a 
scale which, considering the small 



number of mares kept there, has 
never been matched at a stud 
farm. The result thus far has 
been — and everyone with the best 
interests of the Turf at heart will 
rejoice to think so — that, as a com- 
mercial investment, the Sledmere 
haras has been an unequalled 
success. When, for instance, two 
thousand guineas have to be paid 
in advance for five nominations to 
St. Simon, with the by no means 
improbable contingency that two 
of the mares sent to him will not 
be in foal, it is obvious that the 
produce of the fruitful mares is 
heavily handicapped to pay the 
dead loss on the barren two. 
Then again, there is the constant 
risk of misfits, so that, with all the 
sagacity and judgment in the 
world, a big stud farm must al- 
ways be a cause of anxiety to its 
owner, however rich he may be. 
It is satisfactory to reflect, how- 
ever, that at this moment four of 
the most valuable stud farms in 
the world — those of the Duke of 
Portland, the Duke of West- 
minster, Mr. Chaplin, and Sir 
Tatton Sykes— are in the North 
of England, from which also came 
such former buttresses of the Turt 
as Blacklock and his best son 
Velocipede, as Melbourne and his 
best son West Australian, as 
Touchstone and his best son New- 
minster, together with a host of 
mares like Barbelle, Beeswing, 
Alice Hawthorne, Nancy, and 
Virago. The time, I trust, has 
not yet arrived, nor is likely soon 
to come, when Northcountrymen 
will cease to regard with pride the 
spot where a Derby or St. Leger 
winner has been foaled, for there 
is no sport in the world which 
binds together all classes of men 
who take interest in it so closely 
as does horse-racing. In one of 
the late Lord Houghton's books 
we are told that Harriet, Lady 
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and most agreeable women of her 
day, said to him, ** If I were to 
begin life again I should go on 
the Turf to get friends. They 
seem to me the only people who 
really hold close together. I 
don't know why; it may be that 
each knows something that might 
hang the other, but the effect is 
delightful and most peculiar." 
As the Turf is now conducted, 



little is done upon or in connec- 
tion with it which could bring 
any supporter of it within risk of 
a rope ; but as regards the rest 
of Lady Ashburton's aphorism, 
it is as true to-day as at the 
moment she uttered it. Never, 
in short, did father and son do 
more to make the Turf widely 
popular and esteemed than the late 
and the present Sir Tatton Sykes. 



Animal Painters. 

XVII.— DEAN WOLSTEN HOLME, Junr. 
By Sir Walter Gilbey, Bart. 



Inasmuch as the talent of the 
father is rarely transmitted by 
inheritance to the son, it becomes 
the more notable when, as in the 
case of Dean Wolst en holme the 
younger, we find an exception to 
the general rule. In the pre- 
ceding article on Dean Wolsten- 
holme, senior, it was said that he 
was a born sportsman, his delights, 
in early life, being in Fox-hunting 
and Coursing ; and most of his 
graphic pictures were painted 
from subjects of sport, from his 
own personal observation. But 
in a profession like that of paint- 
ing, when the son had the advan- 
tages which the father failed to 
obtain, namely, proper technical 
instruction and the study of the 
works of artists who did not exist 
when the father was in his teens, 
it is not surprising that the son 
should, to use a sporting phrase, 
**run his father close" in the 
technique of his art. He was 
born near Waltham Abbey, in 
Essex, on the 21st April, 1798, 
and from childhood was as great 
an enthusiast as his father in his 
love of horses and dogs. He was 



very young when he commenced 
his art training under his father's 
tuition, which was followed by 
the usual course of study at the 
Schools of tlie Royal Academy. 
At this period he would often 
take his sketch book and start off 
on a walking tour, making sketches 
of any picturesque bits he could 
find, combining with the study of 
animals that of trees and land- 
scape. In this way, from time 
to time, he made acquaintance 
with the greater part of the 
country. His favourite counties 
were Herts and Essex ; and many 
of his hunting and coursing pic- 
tures were scenes in these counties. 
At the age of seventeen he studied 
engraving, and in a few years 
mastered the art, often engraving 
his own and his father's pictures, 
which were principally sporting 
subjects. In after life his work 
was about equally divided between 
painting and engraving. 

The first picture he exhibited 
at the Royal Academy, in 181 8, 
was a ** Portrait of Beach," a 
favourite bull bitch, bred at Aber- 
gavenny. There is an engraving 



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of this picture, by H. R. Cook, in 
the ** Annals of Sporting " for 
November, 1 826. Of this breed he 
was always very fond, and owned 
many good specimens. 

His father had already painted 
a view of the Golden Lane Brewery 
(exhibited in 1807), and this in- 
duced him to set to work to com- 
plete a series of the great London 
breweries, introducing portraits of 
the magnificent dray horses, and 
some of the brewery men. 

The first of the series was ex- 
hibited at the Academy in 1822, 
the subject being Messrs. Truman, 
Hanbury, and Buxton's Black 
Eagle Brewery ; and in the follow- 
ing year, 1823, a view of ** The 
Hour Glass Brewery," Messrs. 
Calvert and Co,*s, of Thames 
Street, was exhibited at the British 
Institution. The last of the series 
was Messrs. Barclay, Perkins, and 
Co.'s Brewery, Park Street^ South- 
wark, paihted in 1840. All these 
pictures he afterwards engraved. 

About this time he had many 
commissions for portraits of horses 
and hounds, and other subjects 
from PhiHp Booth, Esq., Lord 
Glamis, Colonel Jolliffe, the Earl 
of Egremont, Lord Dacre, and 
many others. 

About, 1830, he painted a full- 
length^ portrait of Lord Glamis, in 
highland costume, with a favourite 
bloodhdund by his side, and 
mountain scenery in the back- 
ground. This picture is now in 
the possession of the Earl of 
Strathmore, and hangs in the 
dining-room at Glamis Castle. 

The portrait of Lord Glamis 
and his staghounds, was also 
painted ^bout this date, and is 
now in the possession of the Hon. 
Francis Bowes Lyon, of Ridley 
Hall, Bardon Mill, Carlisle. This 
picture has been twice engraved — 
by Bromley, and by Reynolds. 
The two pictures, ** The Burial of 
Tom Moody " and " The Shade 



of Tom Moody," which were 
painted and engraved by him, met 
with great success. The original 
copper-plates are still in existence. 
The illustration accompanying 
this article is an engraving of 
the former of these pictures. 

He painted the Essex Hunt 
with portraits of members, horses, 
and hounds. This he also en- 
graved. 

He painted about this time, 
several sets of sporting pictures, 
amongst them one of four ** Hunt- 
ing Scenes," most of their back- 
grounds representing landscapes 
in various parts of Essex and 
Hertfordshire. Also several Coach- 
ing pictures, many of which he 
engraved. " Love in a Tub " 
and ** The Widow Bewitched " 
are also both engraved. I n 1 846, he 
exhibited the ** Hunting Picture 
of Queen Ehzabeth," referred to 
in the list of exhibits at the Royal 
Academy at the end of this 
article. This picture is 7 ft. wide 
by 6 ft. high, arid represents tht 
queen riding on a cream-coloured 
palfrey, surrounded by her atten- 
dants, ' mostly mounted, and the 
hounds. This picture is now ih 
the possession of Mr. S. LithgoW, 
of 29, Wimpole Street. 

In the year 1846 he exhibited, 
at the Suffolk Street Galleries> 
** Queen Elizabeth going to Kenil- 
worth Castle by TorchUght," At 
the time these pictures were being 
painted, he was working hard at 
the museums, searching for details 
of the costumes of the period, and 
his mind became so absorbed in 
his subject on this occasion that 
he left his bed in the night, dressed 
himself, and went up to his studio, 
while fast asleep, and had taken 
up his pallette and brushes before 
he awoke. 

In 1849, he exhibited, at the 
Suffolk Street Galleries, " Friends 
of the Agricultural Society," 
" Three Bullocks' Heads." 









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He exhibited for the last time 
at the British Institution, in 1859, 
** Beagles Waiting for the Meet.** 

His picture of ** Shetland Ponies 
and Sheep," was painted when he 
was eighty years old. He was the 
inventor of a process of printing 
in colours, which was afterwards 
patented by " Leighton Brothers.** 

He was a breeder of fancy 
pigeons, particularly the ** Almond 
Tumbler,*' which he bred to a 
high state of perfection. He illus- 
trated Eaton's Book on Pigeons, 
by steel engravings, and painted 
portraits of many notable prize- 
winners, many of these he after- 
v/ards engraved in life size, and a 
set of fourteen of these coloured 
engravings is now in the print 
room at the British Museum. 

He lived in the Gray's Inn 
Road from 1820 to about 1862, 
when he removed to Highgate, 
and there continued to paint 
animal subjects, hunting and 
coaching scenes, until his eighty- 
fourth year. He was strong and 
hearty till within a few weeks of 
his death, and frequently took long 
walks in the neighbourhood of 
Hendon, Hampstead, and Finch- 
ley, and many of his later pictures 
are landscapes of these districts. 
It has been said of him by an old 
friend, now living, •* He was a 
man at once upright and true, 
honest and gentle-minded, and a 
kind and true friend, and one that 
I most sincerely and very highly 
respected.** 

A testimonial, bearing date 
February 23, 1869, was presented 
to him, at the Freemasons* Tavern, 
by the Pigeon Fanciers of England, 
Scotland, and Ireland, as a mark 
of their appreciation of his private 
character, and their admiration of 
the manner in which he has por- 
trayed the different objects of their 
fancy, viz., the pouter, the carrier, 
the almond, the mottle, and others 
too numerous to mention. 

VOL. Lxvi. — NO. 438. 



He produced a set of four pic- 
tures, coloured engravings, to il- 
lustrate some verses upon •* Cours- 
ing in the Last Century," they 
became more popular, we imagine, 
than the poetic effusion they repre- 
sented. They have, however, such 
a true old-fashioned sporting cha- 
racter in them, that in honour of 
their worthy illustrator, who, 
doubtless, appreciated their de- 
scriptive truthfulness, we quote 
them as a genuine item of one of 
the sporting pleasures of the 
period. 

COURSING IN THE LAST 
CENTURY. 

When Ceres' rich gifts to the barns are 
consigned. 
Each morn soon as Phoebus engoldens 
the East, 
With greyhounds in front and stout 
beagles behind. 
Ruddy Coursers set out — to prepare for 
a feast. 

To the Downs' verdant margin they cheer- 
fully hie, 
Where, wrapt in coarse woollen, they 
constantly meet 
The flock's heavy guardian, whose nice 
watchful eye 
Had discovered poor Pus.«, while asleep 
in her seat. 

Thence roused, the fleet dogs are set close 
to her scut, ^ 

And course in one minute a long, mea-^ 
sured mile, 
When, in spite of her turns, a dead period 
is put 
By death to her sweatings, her speed, 
and her toil. 

Nuw sportsmen, elated, haste on to the 
spot, 
And save from her captors the poor 
bleeding hare ; 
Such the joys are of coursers, how happy 
their lot 
When, thus laden with spoils, to their 
homes they repair. 

List of the pictures by Dean 
Wolstenholme, junior, exhibited 
at the Royal Academy : — 

Year of 

exhibit. 

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bitch, bred at Abergavenny, the 
property of a Gentleman. 

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Year of 
exhibit. 
1819 Portraits of three Horses, the pro- 

gjrly of — Wyatt, Esq., Sun 
rewhouse, Portpool Lane. 

1 82 1 (2) Portraits of three Doe Rabbits, 

of fancy breed, the property of a 
Gentleman. — Portraits of four 
Buck Rabbits, the properly of a 
Gentlemen. 

1822 View of the Black Eagle Brewery, 

belonging to Messrs. Truman, 
Hanbury, Buxton & Co., with 
portraits of Horses, Men, &c. 

1823 Portrait of Harlot, a favourite stag, 

with Puppies, belonging to Lord 
Glamis. 

1824 A favourite Hackney and Dog, the 

property of a Gentlemnn. 

1825 (2) Terriers Ferreting Rabbits.— 

Portrait of Philip Booth, Esq., 
View from Hatch Wood, looking 
towards Lord Dacre's. 

1826 Portrait of Backertrumps, a favourite 

trotter, the property of George 
Wyatt, Esq. 

1828 Portrait of a favourite Hunter, the 
property of Philip Booth, Esq. 

1846 Queen Elizabeth. ** In April, 1556, 
Princess Elizabeth was escorted 
from Hatfield House to Enfield 
Chase, that Her Grace might hunt 
the hart, by a retinue of twelve 
ladies in white satin, all on Amb- 
ton palfreys, and twenty yeomen in 
green on horseback. At the con- 
clusion of the day's chase. Her 
Highness was honoured by cutting 
the throat of the hart." 

1849 A Morning Shooting. 

List of the pictures by Dean 
Wolstenholme, junior, exhibited 
at the British Institution : — 

1823 (2) View in Surrey from the old 
Brighton Road, looking towards 



Year of 

exhibiL 

Gatton, 2 ft. 4 in. by 2 ft. 8 in.— A 
View of the Hour Glass Brewery, 
Thames Street, belonging to 
Messrs. Calvert & Co., 4ft. 4 in. 
by 5 ft. 2 in. 

1824 A View of Ruins in Hertfordshire, 

3 ft. 4in. by 3 ft. loin. 

1825 A favourite Foxhound, 2 ft. 4 in. by 

2 ft. 8 in. 
1828 Landscape, with Hounds running 

across the country, a View in 

Hertfordshire, I ft. 4 in. by 

I ft. 8 in. 
1831 Princess Elizabeth escorted from 

Hatfield House to Enfield Chase, 

6 ft. 4 in. by 7 ft. 3 in. 
1833 A Procession of Queen Elizabet 

Kenil worth Castle, 3 ft. by 3 ft. 6 in. 
1859 Beagles Waiting for the Meet. 

Pictures he exhibited at the 
Society of British Artists, Suffolk 
Street Galleries : — 

1825 The Interior of a Bam in Essex. 

1826 Portrait of a Girl, with a Favourite 

Puppy. 

1826 Portrait of a Boy, with a Favourite 

Hound. 

1827 (2) A Landscape View (from Nature). 

— Hounds Fording a River (from 
Nature). 

1828 (2) Portrait of an old Hunter, the 

property of J. Lyons, Esq. — 
Portrait of a Terrier, with Puppies. 

1829 Portraits of J. Booth, Jun., Esq., 

with two Favourite Horses. 

1830 Favourite Spaniels. 

1833 The Trial of Rebecca, z^iV^f Sir Walter 
Scott's *« Ivanhoe." 

1846 (2) Queen Elizabeth escorted by the 
Earl of Leicester to Kenilworth 
Castle. — Interior of a Gamekeeper's 
Cottage after a Morning's Shooting. 

1849 Friends of the Agricultural Society. 



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Memories of an Old Soldier. 

II.— COMMANDANT STIRLING. 



We had a rare good time in the 
summer of '78. A squadron of 
the 2ooth was quartered in a very 
pleasant, drowsy, old-fashioned 
country town, and I was in com- 
mand as senior captain. We had 
a very good lot of fellows in our 
detachment, who got on well to- 
gether and were able to get a deal 
of amusement out of the place 
where they found themselves, with- 
out finding it necessary to dash 
up to the metropolis and scatter 
their money in its rather expensive 
delights. I think we enjoyed the 
cricket more than anything else. 
There were some very fair clubs 
scattered about the country, with 
each of which we did battle, and 
it was seldom that we suffered 
defeat, for though our squadron 
eleven had rather a tail, we had 
two men who had played for Eton, 
and a trumpeter with a very good 
idea of bowling, and they were 
generally enough to pull us 
through any difficulties. Two or 
three of the people in the neigh- 
bourhood had cricket grounds in 
their parks, and many summer 
days we spent playing matches 
with village teams, generally end- 
ing with a cold dinner and a 
dance. 

One of our Eton champions 
was Frank Helyar; and, take 
him all round, he was a most 
creditable representative of the old 
regiment. He was not only an 
athlete and a professor in all 
games and trials of strength and 
skill but he was a keen soldier, 
well up in military literature and 
possessing a practical knowledge 
of his profession which promised 
to make him a distinguished man, 
if he ever had an opportunity of 
showing what he was worth. He 



was not a great society man, and 
though he could make himself 
pleasant enough when he liked, he 
had the cr^edi^ of being rather shy 
and reserved, at any rate with 
ladies. 

Let me recall a day at Pollex- 
fen Park. The squire and his 
wife were very cheery people, who 
delighted in hospitality and always 
gathered a lot of folk from the 
country side to look on whenever 
we played on their very excellent 
ground. We had done a deal of 
leather-hunting all the morning, 
for the young Pollexfens were 
good cricketers themselves, and 
always imported a lot of talent to 
strengthen the house eleven. It 
was our turn now, however, and 
we were having our revenge. 
Helyar had gone to the wickets 
first, and had played a good in- 
nings for fifty. Trumpeter Evans 
and a tall, active shoeing smith 
had got their eyes in and were 
playing a brilliant, if not a very 
safe, game. I was going in next, 
and was sitting in the tent with 
my pads on ready for action, when 
I saw Mrs. PoUexfen taking Hel- 
yar, rather I thought against his 
will, and introducing him to a lady 
who had just arrived. **You 
need not look so sulky. Master 
Frank," I thought. ** That's just 
one of the nicest-looking women 
I've seen for a long time and I'd 
willingly take her off your hands 
if I was not going in." She was 
indeed charming, and though 
everything she wore was quiet- 
ness itseli, there was a look of 
what I may vulgarly call quality 
about her that was unmistakable. 
Tall and rather dark, she had no 
pretensions to classical beauty, 
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eyes and the slight blush that rose 
in her cheeks when the big dragoon 
was introduced to her made her 
look more like one of Sir Joshua's 
idealised pictures than the ordinary 
women that one was in the habit 
of meeting. My observations 
were soon cut short. Crash went 
the shoeing smith's wickets. 
Flushed with success, he had 
reached out a bit incautiously 
with a fatal result, and I had to 
take his place. I remember I had 
a great triumph that afternoon, 
for I carried out my bat, and we 
finished with another victory to 
the soldiers. To my astonishment 
when I returned to the tent, I saw 
Helyar still in earnest conversa- 
tion with the quiet looking lady, 
so much absorbed that he did not 
seem to care whether the match 
had been won or not. 

** Who is that lady you've been 
talking to all the afternoon ? " I 
asked Helyar as we were chang- 
ing our flannels before dinner. 

** Oh, she's a Mrs. Moore, and 
she seems to be living very quietly 
near here. She never goes out, 
but the Pollexfens persuaded her 
for once to come to see the cricket 
to-day, and she is going to dine 
with them to-night." 

" You must introduce me to her 
some time in the evening, if you 
have a chance." 

** Well, I'm going to take her in 
to dinner. Perhaps afterwards — " 

Helyar seemed disposed to keep 
his new-found acquaintance to 
himself and, much as I admired 
Mrs. Moore, I did not wish to in- 
terfere with the pleasure of his 
evening, if for once he had found 
somebody whose society he liked. 

I need not tell you the whole 
story, for it would only be the 
repetition of the world's common- 
est drama. Suffice it to say that, 
all through the autumn of '78 
Helyar spent a deal of his time 
on the road between our barracks 



and the neighbourhood of PoUex- 
fen Park. He was not very com- 
municative even to me, his most 
intimate friend, though he allowed 
that he saw the pretty widow, as 
we supposed she was, tolerably 
often, and I had no doubt that he 
had fallen a victim to her at- 
tractions. I could only inwardly 
sympathise with his good taste. 

Helyar would not take any 
shooting leave, so I managed to 
have a double allowance. When 
I returned to duty I went to look 
up my friend in his quarters and 
to find out what had been going 
on during my absence. Helyar 
had a most doleful expression, 
and hardly raised the ghost of a 
smile in greeting. 

" What on earth's the matter, 
old fellow ? I hope there's nothing 
very wrong." 

** Oh, I'm not very chirpy to- 
day, and I've just had rather a 
blow. I'll tell you all about it 
some day." 

A little sympathy however 
makes a man open his mouth 
about his griefs, and before I left 
him Helyar unbosomed himself. 

"You remember Mrs. Moore, 
whom we met at the Pollexfens 
last July. You don't require 
telling that I saw as much of her 
as I could after that. I never met 
anybody hke her in my life. 
Since you have been on leave I 
have taken every chance of being 
near her, and yesterday I went to 
the Park where I knew she would 
be, and made up my mind that I 
would ask her to marry me. I 
think she had some inkling of 
what I wanted to say to her and 
she kept out of my way the whole 
afternoon, but I managed to be 
alone with her at last. I told her 
how much I admired and loved 
her, and asked her if she could 
not give me some affection in re- 
turn. My dear Travers, she was 
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almost confessed that she liked 
me, but she caught herself up and 
said it was impossible. Would 
you believe it ? She has a hus- 
band living, and I found out after- 
wards that he must be an awful 
brute, for he seems to have neg- 
lected her and then deserted her 
altogether, and if it were not for 
her good cousins, the PoUexfens, 
she would be almost in absolute 
want. She won't divorce the fel- 
low, and I believe that even now 
she would take him back from a 
sense of duty if he would behave 
himself, though she can*t pretend 
to have any affection for him still 
left. It's all very miserable, and 
I don't know what to do with my- 
self. I can't see her again, and I 
don't feel that I have the heart to 
lead our old life." 

I did my best to sympathise 
with and console my comrade, but 
I don't think I had much success. 

After a man has had a disap- 
pointment in love he generally 
feels pretty sick of his usual life 
and longs instinctively for change 
of scene, change of condition and 
above all, for some excitement 
which shall take him out of him- 
self. He is in a sense desperate, 
so a strong spice of danger comes 
to him as a welcome element in 
the immediate future. Life seems 
for a time to be little worth 
having, and he is ripe for any 
enterprises in which he may pos- 
sibly lose it honourably. To a 
soldier in such circumstances the 
chance of active service comes as 
a godsend, though it is not often 
that the military authorities are 
so accommodating as to provide 
for gentlemen with lacerated affec- 
tions, opportunities of relieving 
their feelings in killing or being 
killed. 

Helyar was fortunate, however. 
The Zulu war was threatening, 
and special service officers were 
required for duty in South Africa. 



The 200th had a good reputation, 
and was ordered to supply a cap- 
tain, and Helyar was the fortu- 
nate man selected. The Adjutant - 
General was a special friend of 
mine, and I, too, was asked if I 
would like to go to the seat of 
war. Of course I jumped at the 
offer and I don't suppose any 
soldier left England to fight 
against Cetewayo who was more 
in tune with the occupation than 
Helyar. We had little time af- 
forded us for preparation, and ten 
days later we found ourselves on 
board a ** Donald Currie," steam- 
ing out of Dartmouth. When we 
arrived at Capetown the first ac- 
tions of the campaign had been 
fought and Lor4 Chelmsford had 
suffered disastrous defeat and loss 
at Isandhlwana. 

People can hardly now realise 
the utterly demoralised state of 
the whole of British South Africa 
at that time. The colony of 
Natal had been struck most 
heavily. Many relatives of its 
best known inhabitants had been 
in the field in the ranks of the 
various local corps, and manv 
families were plunged in griei ; 
and besides the private sorrows, 
public apprehension crushed all 
spirit, for a raid across the frontier 
by a Zulu army flushed with vic- 
tory was daily apprehended. The 
only man who kept his head and 
maintained his courage unim- 
paired was the noble - minded 
High Commissioner, Sir Bartle 
Frere, who, undismayed by de- 
feat — unshaken by threatenings of 
calamity — prepared calmly to re- 
pair the losses of the one and to 
guard against the occurrence of 
the other. Every available officer 
and man was hurried into the field 
to join one or other of the forces 
that were covering the frontier 
of the colony and were eagerly 
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enable them to resume their for- 
ward movement against the Zulu 
power. Helyar and I were sent 
on at once from Capetown to 
Natal and a week afterwards 
were despatched to a frontier 
town, where a small column of 
men and stores was being pre- 
pared, which was to make its way 
to join the little army now gal- 
lantly defying the best efforts of 
the enemy and making constant 
daring incursions into his country. 
We each managed to pick up a 
couple of horses and a pack pony, 
and woefully were we disappointed 
at the class of animal from which 
our choice had to be made. We 
had always pictured to ourselves 
the Cape horses as stout-built, 
hardy brutes with a strong dash 
of Eastern blood in their veins, 
and, when we were presented to 
very indifferent, ill-grown animals, 
bred in the colony from common- 
place English blood, we realised 
how much had been lost by the 
drain of horseflesh from South 
Africa during the Indian Mutiny 
and the foolish system of breed- 
ing since pursued in the colony. 

We arrived at the frontier town 
only two days before our column 
was to start and were at once 
pounced upon to take up some of 
the duties which had been sorely 
trying the officers on the spot. 
We now quickly realised that 
we were in the midst of the 
conditions of war. Improvised 
fortifications surrounded the post 
and the most stringent watchful- 
ness was maintained day and 
night. With the earliest dawn, 
mounted patrols scoured the 
country for miles round ; fuel was 
cut under strong escort ; every 
suspicious native was arrested and 
made to give an account of him- 
self, and arrangements were made 
for sending all spare cattle and 
horses to a place of security in 
case of an attack. The anxiety 



and care told how severe a lesson 
had been taught by the fatal sur- 
prise at Isandhlwana. 

Our column was to be under the 
command of Major Turner — a 
man who had served in Africa for 
some years and knew the country 
and natives as well as any Euro- 
pean then in the field. Quaint 
and distinctly unconventional it 
was when it paraded. A com- 
pany of British infantry which 
had been on detachment in Pon- 
doland, sunburnt and bearded, 
with very much patched clothes 
and a total absence of polish and 
pipeclay, presented an appearance 
very different from that of the 
spruce Tommy Atkins at Alder- 
shot ; a few Mounted Infantry 
who had been employed near the 
Diamond Fields, in weather- 
beaten red jackets and corduroy 
breeches, with bandoliers full 
of cartridges slung over their 
shoulders, on lean horses, whose 
condition told of long and weary 
marches ; an improvised battery 
of two guns, manned by garrison 
artillery and provided with some 
fairly good unbroken mules, which 
much resented the loads to be car- 
ried and by their vagaries were a 
never-ending source of trouble and 
excitement ; last of all, about fifty 
of a colonial mounted corps, which 
called themselves Stirling*s Horse. 
They had been raised principally 
in the Transvaal by their leader, 
Commandant Stirling, and were 
the most equivocal lot of riff-raff 
that were ever dignified by the 
name of soldiers. In wide Dopper 
hats that gave them the air of 
stage brigands, they were men of 
many races and countries — Eng- 
lish, Dutch, Germans, Italians,who 
had drifted to the wilds of the 
earth in search of fortune. Most 
of them had a past into which 
it would have been injudicious to 
pry too curiously and their chief 
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abnegation of anything like dis- 
cipline, unless it was enforced 
with a strong hand, and a ten- 
dency to drink upon every occa- 
sion when drink could be procured 
by hook or crook. With all their 
many and obvious shortcomings, 
however, these fellows had no 
lack of pluck and were full of 
campaigning hardiness and re- 
source, at any rate when they 
were so far from civilisation that 
they had no temptation to break 
out in the dissipation which they 
loved. 

Their commander's acquaint- 
ance we soon made. The best 
we could say of him at first sight 
was that he was just the man to 
be at the head of the rough lot 
whom he had gathered together. 
He had evidently been in the posi- 
tion of a gentleman at one time 
for, when he was on his good be- 
haviour, his manner and address 
were good enough for anything ; 
but he had lived so long on the 
borderland of civilisation that he 
had assumed much of the tone 
of his associates and he gave us 
the impression of being a man 
who would not stick at a trifle to 
carry out his ends. According to 
his own account of himself, he 
had tried most phases of colonial 
life, cattle farming, elephant hunt- 
ing, diamond mining and trans- 
port riding. He must have been 
in very low water to take to sol- 
diering and had certainly been 
moved to do so more from the 
necessity of procuring his daily 
bread than from patriotism or 
a thirst for glory. There was 
also a rumour that, if any terri- 
tory was taken from the enemy, 
it would be allotted in farms to 
the colonists who assisted Eng- 
land in arms, so he may have 
thought that he had an off-chance 
of providing himself with a landed 
estate as an ultimate reward for 
his services. Of middle height 



and slightly built, he had, con- 
cealed somewhere, enormous phy- 
sical strength and inexhaustible 
endurance. He never seemed to 
feel privation or fatigue and he 
had that magnetic power which 
is really possessed by so few men 
of quelling any resistance to his 
authority by his eye alone. His 
men used absolutely to tremble 
before him and not even the 
roughest of them dared to ques- 
tion his orders, or fail to carry 
them out. Withal, he was a 
very amusing companion, and to 
new comers in the colony like 
ourselves he was of essential ser- 
vice in putting us up to all the 
expedients of life in the Veldt 
and the manners and customs of 
its human and animal inhabitants. 
Our column's start was made 
in the early morning. We had 
twelve wagons under our care, 
laden with supplies for the troops 
already in the field, each drawn 
by spans of fourteen oxen and 
ruled by a Dutch or Hottentot 
driver, with a subordinate, or 
Vorlooper, whose duty it was to 
guide the leading oxen of the 
span and generally to assist in 
rectifying anything that went 
wrong with the gear. As the 
drivers cracked their long whips 
and flanked their animals with 
their stinging lashes, it was easily 
seen how httle popularity Eng- 
land enjoyed with the men from 
the lately annexed Transvaal, for 
the worst brute in the span was 
generally yelled at as ** Ver- 
dommte Englishmann I " and 
came in for the heaviest chastise- 
ment. Truth to tell, marching 
with ox transport is about the 
most exasperating form of mili- 
tary movement possible and n© 
one can realise its various irrita- 
tions unless they have been ex- 
perienced, particularly when you 
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remain under the yoke for more 
than a few hours at a time, so 
hours of marching must be ar- 
ranged to suit their convenience. 
They stray when they are grazing 
or else, if they can manage it, they 
perversely find and eat a poisonous 
herb, which seriously disagrees 
with them and sometimes kills 
them. Drivers and Vorloopers 
desert, yoke skeys and trek tows 
break and altogether there is no 
end to the aggravation. All these 
things have to be accepted philo- 
sophically, however, and, in the 
glorious African climate, march- 
ing over an open veldt, carpeted 
with sweet-scented wild flowers, 
in the buoyant health and spirits 
which come from a Ufe untram- 
meled by the arts and customs of 
civilisation, most people will find, 
as I did, that their first taste of 
African campaigning is far from 
being altogether unpleasant. 

Oi course, in marching we took 
every possible military precaution. 
The bitter lesson taught at Isand- 
hlwana had borne ample fruit 
by instilling caution into every- 
one. Far ahead and on our 
flanks were scattered patrols of 
Stirling's Horse and Mounted In- 
fantry, while the wagons moved 
in the closest order under the 
escort of the mountain guns and 
infantry. Everyone was ready to 
fall at once into a formation of de- 
fence through the day and at night 
the wagons were regularly parked 
in laager with outlying picquets 
and sentries constantly on the 
alert. 

During the first two days of our 
march we were in a comparatively 
friendly country, where, unless the 
Zulus were invading Natal, we 
did not run much risk of attack ; 
but, on the afternoon of the third 
day, we were to cross a river into 
Zululand proper, where a number 
of the enemy might quickly collect 
at any time. On the fourth day 



we were to ba met by assistance 
from the field force, which we 
hoped to join on the fifth or sixth. 
The crossing of the river would, 
we knew, give us some trouble, as 
the banks were steep and the 
drift, or ford, had a soft, sandy 
bottom, in which wagon wheels 
would sink deeply and be liable 
to stick for a long time. 

As we approached the drift, the 
weather, which had hitherto been 
fine, showed signs of change. 
Dark, lurid masses of cloud ga- 
thered in the horizon, and there 
was the still sultry feeling in the 
air which generally preludes a 
storm in the African rainy season. 
Hunter began to look anxious 
and consulted with Stirling and 
one or two more old colonial 
hands. The river was running 
low — not more than a foot and a 
half deep — and to us newcomers 
did not seem to present much 
difficulty; but we soon realised 
how much was to be done if we 
intended to get all our wagons 
across it before nightfall. The 
mounted infantry were first sent 
across and formed a wide circle 
of observation about two miles 
from us. Then the infantry 
forded the water and, piling arms 
on the further side, prepared to 
make themselves useful with drag- 
ropes, while Stirling's Horse 
linked their horses and stood by 
ready to give a hand wherever 
needed. The wagons were all 
run up as near the bank as pos- 
sible and orders were given for 
each in turn to cross the drift 
double-spanned — i.e., with twenty- 
eight oxen instead of fourteen. 
The first three or four wagons 
crossed without much difficulty, 
though there was a good deal of 
tugging and straining to get the 
lumbering vehicles through the 
deep sand and up the acclivity on 
the further side. But, while we 
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f 



shattering clap of .thunder was 
l^eard accompanied by a blinding 
lightning flash. The threatening 
storm had broken and almost im- 
mediately was upon us. • Down 
came the rain in hissing sheets of 
water and a low sough of wind 
ushered in a furious gale. 

" Look sharp, men," yelled 
Hunter ; " the river will be down 
upon us immediately ; " and, al- 
most as he spoke, the water 
became muddy and we saw a 
perceptible increase in its volume. 
It became a race between us and 
the river whether we should get 
all our wagons across before the 
banks were filled with an impass- 
able torrent. Everyone worked 
as he had never worked before, 
for all saw the danger and if the 
river once filled and any wagons 
were left behind, they might not 
be able to cross for days to come. 
Each wagon, as its turn came, was 
run into the river, drag-ropes were 
fitted on to it and manned by the 
infantry. Yells and blows urged 
on the oxen, the drivers and Vor- 
loopers plunging naked into the 
water to ply their whips more 
vigorously and keep the teams 
straight. Wagon after wagon 
was hauled by main force to the 
further side, while darker and 
darker grew the sky with the 
shades of evening and the murki- 
ness of the now raging tornado. 
At last only one wagon was left, 
and we thought our task was 
nearly done ; but now the river 
had risen more than a foot, and 
was running in yellow swirls and 
floods which were fed unceasingly 
by the unintermitting downpour 
of rain. Two spans of oxen were 
not enough for the work, and a 
third had been hitched on. The 
wagon was extra heavy, as it was 
half full of ammunition and when 
it was in mid-stream it suddenly 
stuck fast. Vain the efforts of the 
oxen, vain the strain upon the 



drag-ropes. The weight of the 
wagon and load was too much for 
us. The wheels refused to turn ; 
the oxen could not get a foothold 
on the poached and slippery 
bank. One of the drag-ropes 
broke and it seemed as if the 
wagon and its contents must be 
abandoned to be flooded by the 
tide, which was even now washing 
over the axles. Hunter looked 
nonplussed and the rest of us, 
wet and weary, had come to the 
end of our resources, when Stirling 
called out to his men, " Come, my 
lads, don't be beaten by a trifle. 
Show the regulars how to do the 
job. Strip and jump in." In a 
twinkling they had slipped out of 
their clothes and, hand-in-hand, 
they waded into the now furious 
stream, which would have swept 
any single man off his legs and 
got hold of the wagon. How 
they did it I can hardly tell, but 
they managed to spoke the wheels 
and, by an immense effort, got 
them out of the sand. Fresh 
drag -ropes had been fitted; the 
whole strength of the column 
grasped hold of them and at last 
the great wagon was hauled up 
the bank with little damage done, 
except to two or three boxes of 
cartridges. ** All's well that ends 
well," but we certainly owed much 
that evening to Stirling and his 
men, who rose very considerably 
in our estimation as fine fellows 
and good comrades. 

What a night we had subse- 
quently ! No tent could be 
pitched, no fire could be lighted. 
Drenched, chilled, and miserable, 
we crouched under the wagons for 
shelter and I think we fully de- 
served the extra spirit ration which 
Hunter ordered to be issued and 
which kept some life warm within 
us and enabled us to get some 
broken sleep. But things looked 
brighter next morning. The storm 
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the sun dried us and helped us to 
regain some cheerfulness. Before 
we resumed, our march there was 
nothing to remind us of our troubles 
but the still swollen river that was 
sweeping turbidly hard by. As 
Helyar and I rode along together 
during the first trek of the morn- 
ing, he said to me, ** I had a long 
talk with that fellow Stirling last 
night, for, by chance, we both lay 
under the same wagon and he gave 
me a light for my pipe. He told 
me a lot about himself and made 
me a sort of father confessor. He 
told me that he is married and 
more than hinted that he has 
treated his wife badly and left her 
to shift for herself. He seems to 
have been a baddish lot, but he 
says he has been trying to get a 
little money together and hopes 
that the woman will forgive him 
and take him back again if he is 
able to go home and show that he 
can make her comfortable. Poor 
fellow ! he is a much better sort 
than I took him for and, if he has 
gone wrong, at any rate he's sorry 
for it and is anxious to make 
amends. No man can do more, 
and I'd do him a good turn if I 
could." 

As we were talking, Stirling, 
himself rode up and joined us. 
** I tell you what, gentlemen, I 
should not wonder if we had a bit 
of a fight to-day. Some of my 
men have just come in and have 
reported that they have seen about 
five miles off, two or three parties 
of armed Zulus who fired upon 
them. It looks very much as if a 
force was collecting to attack us 
and, if so, we shall have our work 
cut out to hold our own till our 
friends join us from the camp." 

Hunter had already received the 
news and, like a prudent soldier, 
determined that the men should 
have a good meal before there was 
any chance of fighting. A halt 
was ordered and we at once set 



to work to prepare our breakfast. 
The few officers in the column 
always messed together and cer- 
tainly the prospects of a scrimmage 
had not damped our spirits or 
spoiled our appetites, nor, if we 
might judge from the chaff and 
laughter that reached us from the 
soldiers' messes near us, was there 
any lack of cheerfulness and con- 
fidence among our followers. 

The oxen were inspanned, the 
horses saddled up and again we 
started. Of course we were all on 
the qui vive as we made our way 
along the river bank. We ex- 
pacted a strong force to join us in 
the evening, but, if were attacked 
earlier in the day. we knew we 
should have to fight it out pretty 
well by ourselves. It was curious 
to see how well the wagon-drivers 
did their work when they realised 
that delay meant danger and a 
serious break-down disaster, for 
with a swollen river behind us 
there was no retreat. Every team 
was in its place, no carelessness 
allowed accidents to trek tow or 
yoke skey, obstacles were skil- 
fully avoided and we quite made 
up our minds that, if marching in 
South Africa is to be conducted 
without trouble and worry, the 
transport drivers must have a fair 
prospect of having their throats 
cut. 

Suddenly, in the far distance, 
we heard the faint crack of a rifle, 
followed by two or three dropping 
shots and we saw some of our 
advanced scouts returning at a 
gallop. 

** That's the beginning of the 
game," said Hunter. ** Laager 
the wagons and get the cattle 
inside." Fortunately we were 
just at the top of a small knoll 
rising on one side from the bank 
of the deep river, while on the 
other sides a long glacis sloped 
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time than I could have beHeved 
possible, the wagons were formed 
up in three sides of a rectangle, 
the river protecting the fourth 
side. Inside this laager were 
placed the oxen and the intervals 
between the wagons were filled up 
with dissel-booms, lashed with 
rope and some few scrub ** wait- 
a-bit " thorn bushes, hurriedly cut 
by the drivers. All the mounted 
men were now in front heavily 
engaged, but retiring slowly and 
keeping up a constant fire. 

** Let the artillery move out a 
hundred yards and be ready to 
cover the mounted men when 
they have a chance and let half 
the infantry be on the flank of the 
gims. The rest can lie down on 
the wagons." 

The mounted men were now 
gathering together and with my 
glasses I could see them once or 
twice turn on the enemy under 
the direction of an energetic 
figure, which I recognised as 
Stirling. A moment more, and 
a loose crowd of black forms 
could be seen leaping through the 
Tamboukie grass in pursuit. 

** Now's your chance, Mac- 
donald," said Hunter to the artil- 
lery officer, but he had already 
seen his opportunity, and laid the 
guns carefully. "No. i. Fire!" 
" No. 2, Fire ! " Two shells de- 
parted on their errand of death 
and we could see them fall and 
burst just where the crowd of 
black figures was thickest. 

" Very good practice," said 
Himter. " Go on like that for a 
bit." 

Stirling's Horse and the Mounted 
Infantry now closed on the laager, 
leapt off their horses and ran them 
under cover, the men taking up 
their position on the wagons, on 
each of which one or two open 
boxes of ammunition had been 
placed. The enemy were now 
within a thousand yards. The 



infantry began to fire volleys by 
sections, and they, with the artil- 
lery, were doing some execution. 
But there was no check in the 
Zulu advance. 

** Let the guns and infantry re- 
tire to the laager ; they have done 
all they can in the open," said 
Hunter. The little pieces were 
run in by hand and took post at 
the corners of the laager ; and now 
we were all collected in our small 
stronghold, grimly determined to 
hold it to the last. We had not 
long to wait for the attack. For- 
tunately, as the river formed one 
side of our position, the Zulus 
could not envelope us with their 
usual crescent formation and we 
were able to concentrate our fire 
almost entirely to one flank. Our 
men were all perfectly cool and 
used their rifles as if on parade. 
Most of our shots must have found 
their billet in the thick crowd of 
warriors that surged up to our 
laager, but though many fell, the 
remainder came on, some firing, 
some beating their shields, but all 
in the stern silence of perfect dis- 
cipline. We thought that the 
tide of advance would never stop, 
but the nearer it came the heavier 
our fire smote its foremost wave. 
The whole mass wavered, paused, 
and then began to fall back. But 
this was only the effort of the ad- 
vanced guard. We had a few 
minutes' breathing space, and, as 
I looked round, the severity of the 
action was shown by two or three 
motionless bodies lying on the 
wagons and the pale faces of 
several men who had been hit 
and were being attended to in the 
middle of the laager by the sur- 
geon who was with us. Hunter 
said some encouraging words to 
the men, but I don't think he felt 
very confident about the final re- 
sult. When we looked at the 
swarms of Zulus who were even 
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we all could realise how terribly 
we were outnumbered and how 
formidable numbers were when 
backed by the dogged determina- 
tion of those who cared not for 
death. Again the attack came on, 
this time preluded by the ominous 
Zulu war-shout. Forward swept 
the gallant savages and pressed 
right up to the laager, crying, 
** Bulala umlongo " (kill the white 
man). There was no longer 
any steady discipline in our fire. 
The guns were firing case and 
every man on the wagons was 
loading and discharging his rifle 
independently. Many had fixed 
their bayonets and more than one 
Zulu was stabbed as he tried to 
escalade our rampart. Thicker 
and ever thicker the dead were 
lying outside, but alas ! more and 
more also were the motionless 
bodies within the defence and 
oftener came the suppressed 
moaning cry that told of a dis- 
abling wound. But still our 
wagon-built citadel was firmly 
held and none of the swarming 
foe had anywhere penetrated it. 
Many a figure wearing the 
leopard-skin kaross that marked 
a chief was among the slain in 
front, and we began to feel that 
some of the energy had faded out 
of the assault. Slowly, very 
slowly, it died away; but still, 
though a second time the enemy 
had been driven back and sorely 
discouraged, we could not feel 
that the stress of trial was over. 
The direct attack had been made 
principally with the assegai but 
our severest losses had been 
caused by rifle-fire from a number 
of Zulus concealed in a donga, or 
deep cleft in the earth, about two 
hundred yards from the laager. 
These men could not be touched 
by our fire and now, though the 
main attack had ceased for a time, 
the dropping enfilading shots from 
the donga went on without pause 



and, in the last five minutes, three 
of our men had been hit, besides 
many of our horses and oxen 
which were crowded together be- 
hind the wagons. 

"This must be stopped. Major,' 
said Stirling to Hunter. •* If you 
will allow me, I will take five-and- 
twenty of my men and clear these 
fellows out of that donga.*' 

"Very well," was the reply; 
"but don't go too far, and come 
back as quickly as you can." 

Stirling mustered his little party 
and led them out of the laager on 
the side nearest the river, while 
every gun and rifle that could be 
used opened fire to draw attention 
from the movement. The sortie 
was not noticed till Stirling had 
nearly reached his point and then 
a volley was fired at the daring 
men. It did not stop their rush, 
however, and they were in the 
donga before their enemies could 
re-load. The revolvers of the 
irregulars were decisive in the 
short, sharp struggle, and the 
Zulus were either killed or driven 
in flight out of their hiding-place. 
Stirling gathered his men to- 
gether and was just retiring when 
seventy or eighty savages, who, 
unperceived by either him or us, 
had crept up on his flank through 
the long grass, charged furiously 
upon him, and surrounded his 
small knot of men. We dared 
not fire from the laager for fear of 
hitting our friends. Hunter made 
up his mind at once. CaUing to 
me, ** Take command of the 
laager, Travers," he ordered the 
infantry to fix bayonets and, with 
a "Follow me, my lads!" leapt 
out of the laager to Stirling's 
assistance. Well was he followed. 
The gallant soldiers sprang to- 
wards the spot where, in the 
midst of a seething crowd of 
assailants, Stirling's men were 
fighting for life. In a moment 
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Bayonet and assegai flashed; 
the sound of rifle and revolver 
shots at close quarters came to 
us mingled with the guttural 
Zulu cries and the shouts of the 
English and we could almost 
distinguish the panting and quick 
gasps of men locked together in 
mortal strife. There was a gradual 
movement of the turmoil towards 
the laager and it was evident that 
the Zulus were being forced aside 
and overpowered. At last we 
were able by careful firing to add 
to their losses and they gave way 
altogether. Our men were able 
to fall back into the laager, but 
alas ! what a shattered band. Of 
Stirling's men, eight, and of the 
infantry, six, had seen their last 
field, and lay dead upon the veldt. 
But no wounded had been left 
behind. Supported by their com- 
rades, all staggered in-, 

*' See to the Commandant ! " I 
heard one of Stirling's Horse say, 
who had not formed one of the 
sortie. Helyar, who I now found 
had sallied out with Hunter, was 
carrying in his arms poor Stirling, 
whose life-blood was ebbing away 
from a ghastly assegai wound in 
his side. The surgeon went to 
him at once, but, after a moment's 
examination, shook his head, say- 
ing, **Two or three hours at most." 
All we could do was to lay him 
with the other wounded and to 
make him as easy as our perilous 
state permitted ; for we had again 
to brace ourselves to meet another 
attack. 

The Zulu reserves were show- 
ing in dark clouds near us and we 
felt that, sorely weakened in num- 
bers, faint and weary with the 
long struggle and about to be 
opposed to fresh, undaunted men, 
we could only hope to make our 
adversaries pay dearly before the 
inevitable end came. 

Hark ! What is that burst of 
firing in the distance ? It must 



be the reinforcement from the 
camp; which has arrived earlier 
than was expected and, hearing 
the sounds of battle, has pushed 
on to our succour. The rattle of 
musketry comes rapidly nearer 
and a faintly-echoing, encouraging 
cheer is heard, to which we respond 
with voices that seem hardly like 
our own, so hoarse, so feeble is 
their tone. The enemy's masses 
that threatened our destruction 
but a few minutes ago are seen 
melting in swift retreat ; the 
smoke which has hung round us 
so long finally clears away. What 
a relief to the late despairing ten- 
sion of our minds! But, in the 
clear, still air of the African even- 
ing, we have little thought of 
triumph, for we are looking sadly 
in the faces of dead and grievously 
suffering comrades. 

The danger had completely 
passed away. Many willing 
hands were ready to do every- 
thing possible to help us, but 
there were some among us to 
whom no help could be given, and 
who were looking their last on the 
kindly light of day. Helyar sat 
by Stirling till he sank into his 
long sleep, and heard his parting 
words. That the poor fellow had 
not been butchered in the fight 
was due to the devoted gallantry 
of my brother officer, who had 
covered him when he was struck 
down and had borne him from 
the field through a throng of 
enemies. 

We were able to march again 
the following morning after the 
sad parade which gave our com- 
rades to their last home. As we 
rode together, Helyar told me 
about Stirling's death. " I held 
the poor chap's hand and he 
struggled to thank me for trying 
to save him. Then he took a 
locket from his breast and asked 
me to find out his wife and give it 
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don him for all the wrong he had 
done. He said his real name was 
not Stirling but that I would find 
it in the locket, which contains 
his wife's portrait. He still held 
my hand when he died." 

** Well, have you looked at the 
locket ? " 

** No ; I was so dog tired that, 
after I had closed his eyes, I slept 
till reveillee. Here it is.'* 

He pulled the locket from his 



pocket and opened it. " My God! 

Look who it is." It was a por- 
trait of Mrs. Moore. 

* * * « 

We fought through the rest of 
the campaign and had both the 
luck to return unscathed. About 
a year later there was a notice in 
the Times : " On the — inst.. 
Captain and Brevet-major Hel- 
yar, V.C. ,200th Hussars, to Mary, 
widow of R. Moore." 



Warlike Archery in England. 



It is a fine saying — and a true — 
that we owe our national existence 
to the skill of our forefathers in 
the use of the bow. That skill 
was not acquired in a voluntary 
free-and-easy way ; it was the re- 
sult of constant practice regulated 
and enforced by law. We find 
that Henry II. was the first king 
who encouraged warlike archery 
by statute, and we know that in 
the preceding reign a bowman was 
not punished if he by accident 
killed someone with an arrow. 
All this, however, was but a rude 
beginning, and it was not till after 
the Great Statute of Winchester 
^ had been carried into execution by 
Edward I. and his advisers, that 
the art of shooting with the bow 
became at once ** the drill and the 
amusement " of the common peo- 
ple. Thenceforward, down to the 
lettered days of Elizabeth, every 
able-bodied layman had to begin 
his soldier's training in his fifteenth 
year, and a soldier he remained 
till the age of sixty. He was at 
all times equipped with the arms 
which were suitable to his rank 
and means. Riches qualified him 
for service on horseback, armed 



cap-a-pie^ while a small income 
kept him an archer all his Hfe. 

As time went on, and the bow 
came to be looked upon as the 
emblem of England's freedom and 
greatness, shooting butts were or- 
dered to be set up in every hamlet. 
All unmanly games and sports — 
quoits, for instance, and cock- 
fighting — were strongly forbidden 
by proclamation. The prices of ar- 
chery tackle were fixed by govern- 
ment, and the State, remembering 
that the best -v^Ood for bows came 
from sunny countries, encouraged 
a great trade in Spanish and Italian 
yew. The most serious difiiculty 
that parliament had to contend 
against was the commercial dis- 
honesty of the bowyers and fletch- 
ers, and of the traders in yew. 
These had to import a given num- 
ber of rough bowstaves with every 
ton of merchandise, and with every 
barrel of Malmsey or Tyre wine. 
To raise the price of yew was 
their highest aim in life, and, but 
for the most stringent Acts, re- 
peated and expanded a great 
many times, the people would 
have been ruined by the costliness 
of bows and arrows, and unsea- 




EARLY ENGLISH ARCHERY. 

1. Boy shooting at a mark. 

2. Girl hunting a buck. 

3. Boys practising with their crossbows. 
From an Illuminated M,S.^ Brit, Mus.^ temp, 1320 and 1330. 



VOL. XLVI. — 438. 



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soned wood and brittle arrowheads 
would have put our archers at 
the mercy of their enemies. The 
bows would have snapped in 
pieces, exactly as our bayonets 
** corkscrewed ** in the Soudan, 
while the shafts would never have 
pierced such armour as that which 
Douglas and his knights found 
useless at Homildon Hill. 

I should like to say a great deal 
more about the archery statutes, 
but space forbids. The question 
of their influence upon England is 
not hard to settle. They turned 
the poor into a bow-bearing demo- 
cracy, and those great victories 
over the mailed aristocracy of 
France, which revolutionized the 
whole art of war, gave the yeo- 
man, the peasant and the artisan a 
hearty personal interest in the 
fortunes of the national life, as well 
as an inspiriting sense of their own 
worth and power. Such men 
could not be oppressed by bad 
kings and unscrupulous nobles. 
Their training and their victories 
had taught them how to win and 
to keep their just rights and privi- 
leges. If they, like the poor in 
France, had been wretched and 
debased, without nerve in danger, 
without patience and fortitude in 
times of stress on the battle-field, 
then no prince would have hon- 
oured them by fighting in their 
midst on foot, as Henry V. did at 
Agincourt, and certainly the 
wealthy classes would have 
scorned to make known their 
pressing grievances in parliament. 
Our constitution became free and 
powerful only because the children 
of the soil could vie on equal 
terms with the nobility on the 
field of battle. To this truth 
Charles VH. of France was keenly 
alive, and that is why he imitated 
our laws for the encouragement of 
military archery. His aim was to 
transform his artisans and pea- 
sants into such skilled bowmen as 



the raiding nobles would fear and 
respect. It would have been a 
blessing to France if this far- 
seeing project had been boldly 
worked out ; but it was the nobles 
who had the ear of Charles the 
Seventh's unwise successors; the 
people were deprived of their 
bows and flung helplessly back 
into their former state of extreme 
poverty and undisciplined discon- 
tent. The slaves of a militant 
age, bowed down under the cruel 
yoke of feudalism; they had to 
wait and suffer. Only the Greater 
Jacquerie of 1 792 can relieve the 
people of France ! 

Chaucer's yeoman, "cladde in 
cote and hode of grene," carries in 
his hand ** a mighty bow." How 
tall was this weapon, and what 
was its strength ? Rightly to an- 
swer this question we must turn 
to the few historic bows which 
time has spared us. Two of these 
relics are in the Tower of London, 
and their history is curious. In 
1545 they belonged to two of those 
seven hundred brave fellows who 
lost their lives when the Mary 
Rose heeled over and sank under 
the eye of Henry VIII. at Spit- 
head. Nearly three hundred years 
later, in 1841, these bows were re- 
covered. The more perfect one 
is nearly six feet five inches long, 
and its girth grows, from being 
three and a quarter inches at a dis- 
tance of one foot from either end, to 
four and a half inches at about two 
feet ten inches from each end. 
Perhaps the strength of its pull 
may be estimated to be about 
eighty-five pounds, like that of the 
famous Flodden Bow belonging to 
the Royal Society of Archers. 
Do you not marvel at the physi- 
cal power of the men who could 
draw such formidable "weapons at 
Agincourt, after many days and 
nights of enervating sickness and 
hunger, after much tramping in 
the chill October rain and wind ? 




J J h 

NORMAN AND EARLY ENGLISH ARCHERS. 

1. Saxon archer of the year 930. 

2. Saxon hunter. 

3. Norman archer, A.D. 1066, in flat ringed armour. 

4. Norman archer in leathern vest, same date. 

5. English archer of 1250, with an arrow headed with 
Greek fire, or " Spicula I^nita.^^ 

See MeyricHs ^^ Armour ^^ Strut f 5 ^'^ Military Antiquities^^ 
and Hansard's " The Book of Archery:' 



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Even the tired muscles of our 
peasants were then as dangerous 
as gunpowder was afterwards to 
become ! 

The length of the English war- 
arrow has been the cause of many 
disputes. Modern archers, some- 
how, anyhow, do not like to 
believe that their forefathers used 
arrows a yard long. They put 
aside all adverse prosaic evidences, 
and they laugh to scorn the Robin 
Hood ballads. Yet why should 
a poet court ridicule by giving a 
wrong description of a popular 
weapon ? What should we think 
of the poet who should tell us 
that our modern bayonets are 
five feet long ? Then again, we 
learn both«from Ascham and from 
Clement Edmunds, that "in the 
reign of Henry the Fifth, the 
English bowmen did use an arrow 
a yard long beside the head." A 
more detailed description is to be 
found in Paulus Jovius, that cele- 
brated Italian historian who 
** flourished" between the years 
1485 and 1552, and who anticipated 
us by writing with metallic pens. 
** The English," says he, ** shoot 
arrows, somewhat thicker than a 
man's little finger, two cubits 
(thirty-six inches) long, and headed 
with barbed steel points, from 
wooden bows of extraordinary size 
and strength." I cite these only 
as instances by the way, and no- 
thing could be easier than to quote 
to the same effect from many other 
old authorities, like Shakespeare 
and Richard Carew ; like Hall and 
Henry Peacham. A yard, there- 
fore, was the standard length of 
the English battle-arrow. But 
according to an Act passed by 
Edward IV., a little man might 
reduce that length to three-quar- 
ters of the standard. The useful 
and interesting thing is to remem- 
ber that the king's agents had the 
pick of the strongest yeomen 
everywhere. Everybody was al- 



lowed to ransom his prisoners ; 
two-thirds of the booty belonged 
to the common soldiers ; and the 
archer's daily wage of threepence 
is approximately equal to three 
and ninepence at the present value 
of money. This was the way to 
get many a good bowman of a 
piece with Chaucer's miller, ** fill 
bigge of braun, and eke of bones," 
though not necessarily with **a 
wert upon the cop right of his 
nose ! " 

My subject, let me remind you, 
has a very interesting social side. 
The shooting grounds in rural 
places must have been singularly 
picturesque. All sorts and condi- 
tions of men were there — from 
the beggar to the jolly forester in 
green, and from the strapping 
ploughman, in his coarse tunic of 
blanket, to the young squire 
yeoman of the parish. Paul 
Hentzner (1558 to 1623) de- 
scribes how our English hus- 
bandmen went to their daily work 
with their bows and arrows, which 
they put in a shady comer of the 
field sometimes, and sometimes on 
their ploughs. This is an agree- 
able picture, but it is, above all, 
in Chaucer, in the ballads of 
Robin Hood, and in many spirited 
descriptions of the annual revels 
held in honour of this greenwood 
adventurer, that we breathe the 
genial, rollicking spirit of the best 
periodsof English archery. Bishop 
Latimer, himself an enthusiastic 
bowman, and the author of a 
famous sermon in praise of his 
beloved pastime, relates how he 
stopped one evening at a village 
near London, w^here on the mor- 
row he had a httle homily to 
preach. ** When I came there," 
says he, ** the church door was 
fast locked. I tarried an hour or 
more, and at last the key was 
found, and one of the parishioners 
came to me and said, * Syr, this is 
a busy day for us ; we cannot hear 




ENGLISH ARCHERY, i6th, 17TH, and i8th CENTURIES. 

1. Brigandine archer, 1554. 

2. Archer in brigandine armour, stringing his bow, 1590. 

3. King Charles I. as an archer, 1625. 

4. Costume of English bowman in 1780. 

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you. It is Robin Hoode's day ; 
the parish are gone abroad to 
gather for Robin Hoode.' '* The 
good bishop did not rehsh this 
bold snub, for he looked upon the 
pastoral crook as the only serious 
rival of the bow, and to the last 
he scolded the offenders angrily. 

The abandonment of the English 
bow as a weapon of war reminds 
one of the difference existing be- 
tween a warlike people and a mili- 
tary nation. England has ever 
been lusty and mihtant, but she 
has seldom been prepared for the 
decisive test of her sons' fortitude 
and courage. Her cause has 
nearly always been characterised 
by stupid official blundering. It 
has never been thus with the 
great military races. These leave 
nothing to chance. They conquer 
by mere force of method, discip- 
line, and foresight — like the Ro- 
mans of old. They never cast 
away any serviceable weapon as 
useless, merely in order to be like 
their foreign rivals. This was pre- 
cisely the act of madness which 
Qu^en Elizabeth's advisers com- 
mitted,, when they discarded the 
bow for the harmless hacquebut. 
Even the old Brown Bess was not 
by any means a dangerous fire- 
arm a' himdred yards away, 
whereas the effective range of the 
old archery was 220 yards, as we 
learn from an Act of Parliament 
passed in the time of Henry the 
Eighth. 

The discarding of the bow was 
hailed with joy by a few such 
Elizabethans as Sir .Roger Wil- 
liams and Humphrey Barwick — 
men who looked abroad for their 
ideals of practical warfare, and 
who forgot that the popularity of 
firearms on the Continent was due 
to the fact that those weapons 
brought the strong and the weak 
to a level, an advantage which 
no military authority could ignore 
in countries where the physique 



of the lower classes was not fos- 
tered by vigorous exercises in the 
open air. Through the cen- 
turies, however, from Holinshed 
to Joshua Barnes, and from Sir 
J. ftayward to Benjamin Frank- 
lin, the Enghsh-speaking man of 
talent was dead against the official 
neglect of the bow. It is true 
that, according to Barwick and 
his school, the trained bands of 
Elizabeth's time were composed 
mainly of undeveloped youths. 
But this remark applies also to 
the trained bands of an earlier 
period, when England was suffer- 
ing after the fratricidal Wars of 
the Roses ; and we know that the 
slackened sinews of the nation 
were soon braced again by the 
enforced exercise and discipline of 
archery. Indeed, another genera- 
tion of splendid bowmen renewed 
the past both at Dixmunde and at 
Flodden. Surely, therefore, it is 
fair to suppose that the raw re- 
cruits of the time of Elizabeth 
might easily have been made into 
admirable archers. 

There are two sides to all ques- 
tions, however, and although, 
from a military standpoint, the 
abandonment of the bow was a 
mistake, still, from a humane 
point of view, it was praiseworthy, 
for the world has never seen a 
more inhuman weapon. Even 
the slightest wound made by an 
arrow was dangerous, for the 
thick coating of rust on the 
barbed head so rankled in it that 
the French used to say the 
Enghsh had poisoned their cloth- 
yard shafts. It is the vogue, now- 
a-days, to denounce the Franco- 
German War as by far the most 
murderous on record ; yet, during 
the whole course of that seven 
months' campaign the Germans 
lost hardly 5 per cent, of their 
men, who numbered nearly a mil- 
Hon. Only 28,000 were killed out- 
right on the many fields of battle, 



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as may be gathered out of Dr. 
Engel's statistical work. How 
small this loss seems in compari- 
son with that at Cressy, Agin- 
court, and Flodden. Even the 
French admit that our archers 
slew 11,000 men at Agincourt, 
and more than twice that number 
at Cressy. As to our modern 
rifles, they are far more terrifying 
to the imagination than they are 
destructive on the field of battle. 
The Boers, for instance, are 
reckoned among the best shots 
in the world ; and yet Dr. Jame- 
son suffered but little from their 
incessant rain of bullets. After 
about thirty-six hours' fighting 
about thirty-six men were put 
hors de combat. At Flodden, in a 
little more than an hour, 10,000 
brave Scotchmen fell to "*our 
archers' arrows. To be brief, it 
is one thing to kill with an arrow 



a man whom you can see, and it 
is quite another thing to shoot ac- 
curately with a long-range rifle 
through a thick wall of blinding 
smoke. 

And then, how much more 
courage was needed in the old 
days ! The flight of the arrows 
could be watched — a man knew 
that his hour had come when the 
shaft was fifty yards or so away 
from him. It is one of Napo- 
leon's sayings, that there is 
nothing like the roar of cannon 
to give men heart to fight for their 
country. There was no such roar 
to encourage the archer and his 
victims. A noise there was as of 
millions of snakes hissing over- 
head ; that was all, and that was 
enough to strike terror into the 
hearts of the French, of the 
Flemish, of the Spaniards, and 
Italians. 

Walter Shaw Sparrow. 



The Hundred Best Patterns of Floating 

Flies. 



III. 



GROUP I.— IMITATIONS OF 
NATURAL INSECTS. 

SECTION VIIL^CADDIS 
FLIES. 

No. 63. — Silver Sedge. 
Wings, — Landrail. 
Hackles, — Two pale sandy ginger 

cock hackles at shoulder. 
Ribbing Hackle, — Pale sandy ginger 

cock hackle. 
Body, — White condor quill ribbed 

with fine silver wire. 
Hook, — 00 to 4. 

Dressed on a 00 hook, it is a 
very good pattern for smutting 
fish. 



No. 64.— Orange Sedge. 

Wings, — Landrail. 

Hackles, — Two brown ginger cock 

hackles at shoulder. 
Ribbing Hackle, — Brown ginger 

cock hackle. 
Body,—Ovdiage floss silk ribbed 

with fine gold wire. 
Hook, — o to 4. 

No. 65. — Hare's-Ear Sedge. 

Wings^ Hackles, and Ribbing Hack 

les, — As No. 64. 
Body, — Brown fur from hare's face 

ribbed with fine gold wire. 
Hook,—o to 4. 



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A fly which has proved xini- 
formly successful on all chalk 
streams — in fact, the best of the 
landrail-winged patterns. 

No. 66. — Dark Sedge. 

Wings. — Speckled cock pheasant 

wing. 
Hackles, — Two rusty Coch-y- 

Bonddhu cock hackles at 

shoulder. 
Ribbing Hackle, — A rusty Coch-y- 

Bonddhu cock hackle. 
Body. — Dubbing of cream-coloured 

crewel ribbed with fine gold 

wire. 
Hook, — I to 5. 

No. 67. — KiMBRIDGE. 

Wings, — Woodcock. 

Hackles, — Two pale sandy ginger 

cock hackles at shoulder. 
Ribbing Hackle, — Pale sandy ginger 

cock hackle. 
Body, — White condor ribbed with 

fine silver wire. 
Hook, — 2 to 5. 

This fly is often taken better 
than the Mayfly itself, even in day- 
time, during the hatch of Green 
Drake, and it is at all times a very 
useful pattern for evening fishing. 

No. 68. — Hackle Kimbridge. 

Head Hackle, — A well-marked 

woodcock hackle. 
Shoulder Hackle, — A pale sandy 

ginger cock hackle. 
Ribbing Hackle, — A pale sandy 

ginger cock hackle. 
Body and Size of Hook, — As. No. 67. 

No. 69. — Hackle Sedge. 

Head Hackle, — A landrail or brown 
hen's neck hackle. 

Shoulder Hackle, — A sandy ginger 
cock hackle. 

Body. — Central quill of partridge 
tail feather, with plumes cut 
away close on both sides, 
ribbed with gold twist. 

Hook. — o to 4. 

Patterns Nos. 63 to 69 are invi- 



tations of different species of Trick- 
optera, called by anglers Sedges, 
Caperers, Brown Silver-horns, &c. 
The natural insects are all very 
similar in colouring, being gener- 
ally of a lighter or darker ruddy 
brown or cinnamon colour. Those 
with self-coloured wings are best 
imitated by landrail, the speckled 
wings by cock pheasant, and the 
mottled wings by woodcock. The 
largest of the British Trichoptera 

iPhryganea grandis) I have never 
bund. The large red sedge, 
Phryganea stricta, is plentiful at the 
time of the Mayfly. Other natural 
insects of this family, usually found 
on chalk streams, are Notidobia 
ciliaris (the brown silver-horns), 
Chaetopteryx tuberculosa, Stenophylax 
stellatuSy Anabolia nervosa, Rhyaco- 
phila dorsalis, Limnephilus lunatus, 
&c. 

No. 70. — Grannom Nymph. 

Wing, — A small piece of the point 
of a brown partridge hackle. 

Hackle, — A rusty dun cock hackle. 

Body, — Peacock or condor quill 
dyed in Crawshaw's Gran- 
nom Green. 

Hook, — I or 2. 

No. 71. — Grannom. 

Wings, — Palest hen partridge 
wing 

Hackles, — Two rusty dun cock 
hackles. 

Body, — A strand of condor, very 
pale grey at point and dark 
at root ; the root part only 
is stripped, and the entire 
strand dyed in Crawshaw's 
Grannom Green. The root 
portion is worked on at 
shoulder, and the unstripped 
point forms the bunch of 
green eggs at the tail end of 
the body. 

Hook. — I to 3. 

Nos. 70 and 71 are imitations of 

the Grannom in the nymph and 

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tively, the scientific name of this 
insect being Brachycentrus subnu- 
hilius. 

No. 72. — Welshman's Button. 

Wings, — Brown pink feather from 
under wing of peacock. There 
is an Indian pheasant with 
wings of a similar colour. 

Hackles. — Two rusty black cock 
hackles. 

Body. — Copper peacock herl (/.^., 
dyed in Crawshaw's Magenta 
or Diamond Dark Wine). 
For a variety, cover the herl 
with gutta percha tissue or 
thin india-rubber. The cen- 
tral quill of one of the smaller 
tail feathers of a hen pheasant 
is another material for the 
body of this fly. 

Hook. — I to 4. 

The natural insect is known as 

Sericostoma personatum. 

SECTION IX.— VARIOUS. 



No. 73. — Alder. 

Wings. — Hen pheasant tail, bus- 
tard, or woodcock for a 
variety. 

Hackles and Body. — As No. 72. 

Hook. — o to 3. 

No. 74. — Hackle Alder. 

Head Hackle. — Woodcock. 
Shoulder Hackle. — Coch-y-Bond- 

dhu. 
Body. — As No. 72. 
Hook. — I to 4. 

Nos. 73 and 74 are imitations of 
the Alder which is known to 
scientists as Stalls lutaria. 

No. 75. — Cowdung. 

Wings. — Landrail. 

Hackles. — Two ginger cock hackles. 

Body. — Dubbing of pale buff or 

• brown yellow crewel. 
Hook. — I or 2. 

No. 76.— Red Ant. 
Wings. — Pale starling. 



Hackles. — Two red game cock 
hackles. 

Body. — Grey condor dyed fully in 
Crawshaw's red spinner. The 
root of the strand only is 
stripped, and the point worked 
on close to form butt. 

Hook.-^o to 00. 



No. 77. — Hackle Red Ant. 

Head Hackle. — A honey dun hen 

hackle. 
Shoulder Hackle. — A red game cock 

hackle. 
Body. — As No. 76. 
Hook. — 00 to I . 

No. 78. — Black Ant. 
Wings. — Pale starHng. 
Hackles. — Two cock starling 

hackles. 
Body. — Peacock dyed black or 

quill of chaffinch tail feather. 
Butt. — Black ostriclK 
Hook. — o or 00. 

Nos. 76, 77, and 78, imitations 
of the winged ants, are useful pat- 
terns for smutting fish. 

No. 79. — Willow. 

Head Hackle. — A dark honey dun 

hen hackle. 
Shoulder Hacnle. — An orange ginger 

cock hackle. 
Body. — Condor or peacock dyed in 

Diamond orange. 
Tag. — Primrose floss silk. 
Hook. — 00 long or o. 

This is the Willow {Leuctra 
geniculata) in the act of laying its 
eggs. 

No. 80. — Coch-y-Bondhhu. 

Hackles. — Two cock Coch-y- 
Bondhhu hackles. 

Body. — Two or three strands of 
copper peacock herl twisted 
together, ribbed with fine gold 
wire for small sizes, or with 
fine flat gold for larger sizes. 

Hook. — 00 to 2. 

According to Ronalds, this, the 

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imitation of one of the Coleoptera, 
or beetles called Chrysomela popttli. 
The modern scientific name of this 
insect is Lina pcpnli. 

GROUP II.— FANCY FLIES. 

SECTION L— UPRIGHT 
WINGED PATTERNS, 

No. 8l. — WiCKHAM. 

Wings, — Medium or light starling. 
Hackles, — Two red game cock 

hackles at shoulder. 
Ribbing Hackle, — Red game cock 

hackle. 
Body, — Flat gold ribbed with fine 

gold wire. 
Whisk, — Gallina dyed in Craw- 

shaw's Red Spinner. 
Hook, — ooo to I. 

No. 82. — Pink Wickham. 

Wings, — Landrail. 
Body, Hackles, Whisk, and Sizes of 
Hook,— As No. 81. 
Two of the best fancy patterns 
known, and most efficacious in 
some rivers for smutting fish, for 
which purpose, of course, the 
smallest sizes should be used. 
Some professional fly-dressers 
omit the ribbing of gold wire. 
This effects a considerable saving 
in time when dressing the flies, 
but in use those without the rib- 
bing over the hackle do not stand 
the wear and tear of drying, and 
hence should be rejected. 

No. 83. — Golden Dun. 

Wings. — Pale starling. 

Hackle, — Hare fleck worked on at 

shoulder as a hackle. 
Body, — Flat gold. 
Whisk, — Gallina dyed sHghtly in 

Crawshaw's red spinner. 
Hook, — 000 to o. 

A very great improvement on 
the pattern given under the same 
name in ** Floating Flies," and 
one which is uniformly successful 
in hot, calm weather. 



No. 84. — No. I. Whitchurch. 

Wings, — Pale starling. 

Hackles, — Two pale ginger cock 

hackles. 
Body, — Primrose floss silk. 
Whisk, — Gallina dyed slightly in 

Crawshaw's red spinner. 
Hook, — 000 to o. 

No. 85. — Badger Quill. 

Wings, — Pale starling. 

Hackles. — Two badger cock 

hackles. 
Body, — Peacock dyed black or 

quill from chaffinch tail. 
Whisk. — Very pale Gallina. 
Hook. ^000 to o. 

No. 86. — Saltoun. 

Wings. — Palest starling. 

Hackles. — Two pale ginger cock 

hackles. 
B^j.— Black silk ribbed with fine 

silver wire. 
Whisk. — Gallina dyed slightly in 

Crawshaw's red spinner. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

Nos. 84, 85, and 86 are old 
patterns which have been some- 
what neglected of late years, but 
are very useful flies, and well 
worth trying when the fish are 
coming short at other artificials. 

No. 87. — Apple Green (Hol- 
land's Pattern). 

Wings. — Medium starling. 

Hackles. — Two red game cock 
hackles. 

Body. — Condor dyed in Craw- 
shaw's light green. 

Whisk. — Gallina dyed in Craw- 
shaw's red spinner. 

Hook.— 000 to o. 

A very good fly in the summer 

and early autumn. 

No. 88. — Greenwell's Glory. 

Wings. — Hen blackbird wing 

feathers. 
Hackles. — Two Coch-y-Bonddhu 

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Body,— Olive silk, ribbed closely 

with fine gold wire. 
Whisk. — Gallina dyed in Craw- 

shaw's brown olive. 
Hook. — 000 to o. 

An old and well-known pattern, 
probably originally intended to 
represent one of the Olive Duns. 

SECTION II. —FLAT- 
WINGED PATTERNS. 

No. 89. — Hammond's Adopted. 

Wings. — Woodcock wing. 
Hackles. — Two brown ginger cock 

hackles. 
Ribbing Hackle. — A brown ginger 

cock hackle. 
Body, — Dubbing of ruddy brown 

crewel, ribbed with fine gold 

wire. 
Hook. — I to 4. 

No. 90. — Artful Dodger. 

Wings, — Cock pheasant wing. 

Hackles. — Two blood-red cock 
hackles. 

Ribbing Hackles, — A blood-red cock 
hackle. 

Body. — Dubbing of purple crewel 
(or, for a variety, of dark sage- 
green crewel) ribbed with fine 
gold wire. 

Hook, — I to 4. 

No. 91. — Coachman. 

Wings. — White swan or duck. 
Hackles, — Two red game cock 

hackles. 
Body, — Copper peacock herl. 
Hook, — I to 4. 

No. 92. — Governor. 

Wings. — Woodcock . 
Hackles, — Two ginger cock hackles. 
Body, — Copper peacock herl. 
Butt, — Primrose floss silk, or flat 

gold for a variety. 
Hook. — o to 4. 

Nos. 89, 90, 91, and 92 are use- 
ful evening flies, and No. 90 is 
also at times successful during the 
day, especially in the Green Drake 



season. No. 92, dressed on hook 
No. o or I, is a great favourite on 
some rivers in the summer on hot, 
still days. 

SECTION III.— HACKLE 
PATTERNS, 

No. 93. — Hackle Wickham. 

Head Hackle, — A honey dun hen 

hackle. 
Shoulder Hackle, — Red game cock 

hackle. 
Ribbing Hackle, — Red game cock 

hackle. 
Body, — Flat gold ribbed with fine 

gold wire. 
Whisk, — Gallina dyed in Craw- 

shaw's red spinner. 
Hook, — 000 to I. 

No 94. — Orange Bumble. 

Head Hackle, — Honey dun hen 

hackle. 
Shoulder Hackle, — Honey dun cock 

hackle. 
Ribbing Hackle, — Honey dun cock 

hackle. 
Body. — Condor or peacock dyed 

in Diamond orange and ribbed 

flat gold. 
Hook, — 00 to I. 

No. 95. — Furnace Bumble. 

Substitute furnace hackles for 
the honey dun hackles, but in other 
respects dress exactly as No. 94. 

No. 96. — Corkscrew. 

Head Hackle. — A brown ginger hen 

hackle. 
Shoulder Hackle. — A brown ginger 

cock hackle. 
Body, — Central quill of a brown 
partridge tail feather, from 
which the plumes have been 
cut away on either side. 
Hook. — 00 to I. 

Nos. 93, 94, 95, and 96 are all 
good summer and early autumn 
flies, and worth trying in hot 
weather whenever the fisherman 
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whether trout or grayling. In 
the smaller sizes of Nos. 93, 94, 
and 95, in fact in any very small 
hackle fly ribbed down the body, 
it is as well to omit the shoulder 
hackle. 

No. 97. — Red Tag. 
Hackles. — Two blood-red cock 

hackles. 
Body. — Copper peacock herl. 
Tag. — Ibis. 
Hook.— 00 or I. 

In the absence of Ibis, a tuft of 
scarlet wool, though much inferior 
in appearance, can be substituted. 
A fly precisely similar in other 
respects, but with a flat gold body, 
is called the ** Golden Tag.*' 

No. 98. — Orange Tag. 

Hackles. — Two red game cock 
hackles. 

Body. — Green peacock herl from 
the sword feather, two or 
three strands twisted together, 
ribbed with fine flat gold. 

Tag. — A feather from the ruff" of 
the Indian crow. 

Hook. — 00 to I. 

If Indian crow for the tag is 

not procurable, orange wool may 

be used in its place, but the Indian 

crow feather is preferable. 

No. 99. — Macaw Tag. 
Body. — Of a strand of yellow 
macaw tail feather. 



Hackles and Tag. — As No. 97. 
Hook. — 00 to I. 

If dressed with body of a strand 
of red macaw tail feather, this 
pattern is called the ** Beefsteak." 

Nos. 97, 98, and 99, and their 
varieties, are the best standard 
patterns known for grayling from 
say July to November ; in fact, 
some of the most experienced 
grayling fishermen are in the 
habit of fishing these tags to the 
exclusion of other artificial flies. 
Sometimes and in some rivers 
trout take the tags, but they should 
be considered as essentially gray- 
ling flies. 

No. 100. — Half Stone. 

Head Hackle. — A honey dun hen 
hackle. 

Shoulder Hackle. — A honey dun 
cock hackle worked in behind 
the head hackle and carried 
down to the end of the mole 
fur dubbing. 

Body— Upper half of pale mole fur, 
and lower half of white condor 
dyed slightly in Crawshaw's 
canary. 

Hook. — o to 4. 

An improvement on the old 

standard pattern, and very killing 

at times. 

Frederic M. Halford. 



A Song of the Rod. 



I. 

Let others praise the pealing horn. 
That bids red Reynard face the morn. 

And scour the dewy heath ; 
And the thundering hoofs that follow fast. 
And the hounds' fierce yell, as he sinks at last. 

And dies his clamorous death. 



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II. 

Let others sing of the naked trees, 
That sigh and bend in the winter breeze, 

As the woodcock flashes through ; 
Where the gorgeous pheasant cleaves his way, 
And the crack of the guns rings out all day, 

At their work in the great battue, 

III. 

But there's a sport, a silent sport, 
Where the rippling water sounds the mortg 

Of a bar of speckled gold ; 
And the only breath is the prayer that sends 
To the angler's lips, as the green-heart bends 

To the tug of a brave trout's hold. 

IV. 

Where at the rustling stickles sides, 
A strip of oily water glides. 

With dark and even flow ; 
Drops like a sigh the gay deceit. 
And hovers o'er the cool retreat 

Where the great trout brood below. 

V. 

• See ! there's a dimple meets its kiss. 

Sweet is the whistling reel's long hiss, 

Joy is the twitch galvanic ! 
Darts Hke a beam thro' the water blue 
His golden sides as he rolls in view, 

Proportions aldermanic ! 

VI. 

What tongue can tell of the pure delight, 
The glory of that noiseless fight ; 

Let memory hold for ever 
The endless year of hope and fear, 
As he leaps and strains at the gossamer 

That his might is vain to sever. 

VII. 

Landed at last, and the fight is done. 
The angler looks at the setting sun. 

Low sighs the evening wind. 
Life gives no itiore than of sport the best. 
Homeward he goes with a mind at rest. 

At peace with all mankind. 

SCOLOPAX. 



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The Affair at Abu-Simbel. 



By Major Arthur Griffiths. 



Midnight at Abu-Simbel, on the 
Upper Nile, under those old-world 
colossal figures carved out of the 
solid rock that have kept silent 
watch for centuries over the 
cavernous temples within. Not 
quite darkness, for each luminous 
star point in the heavens glitters 
with electric brilliancy ; nor yet 
silence, for the mighty river rolls 
by with ceaseless rhythm and such 
strange sounds as a jackal's harsh 
cry, and the cheet-cheet of the 
night owl fall at times upon the 
ear. 

Two small steamers of lightest 
draught, stern wheelers, lie moored 
against the shelving sandbank that 
rises steeply above them. There is 
no sign of life on board ; they are 
tourist steamers under the aegis of 
the great and only Cook, and all, 
or almost all, their passengers are 
sound asleep. Only upon the 
lower deck an armed Soudanese 
sentry is supposed to be on the 
alert, a silent, motionless figure, 
whose shiny face might be carved 
out of black ivory. 

Another person is also awake, 
for now, from one of the small 
state rooms on the shoreward side 
of the upper deck, someone issues 
cautiously, slowly opening the 
door and looking anxiously around, 
right and left, forward and astern, 
then up the bank above, and waits 
for a space listening intently the 
while. 

" It seems allright," he whispers 
to himself, ** and yet — I do not 
like it at all — not one little bit. We 
are here alone, unprotected in a 

perfect trap. If they came " 

he shuddered from head to foot. 
** It was wrong, utterly wrong, a 
wicked, inexcusable mistake to tie 
up here. If they came 



" And why should they not ? 
That bank conceals their near 
approach. There is no one on the 
look-out up there. They might 
swoop down on us quite unobserved 
and we should be altogether at their 
mercy. No time to cast loose ; 
such a handful as we are, we 
could make no resistance. We 
should be butchered, niassacred, 
cut to pieces. Horrible ! 

" Our position is one of extreme 
peril. I am in a state of terrible 
nervousness. I cannot sleep. I 
— I — 

** What in heaven's name is 
that ? " 

Halfway up the bank, not twenty 
yards away, a bright light, a 
tongue of flame sprang up suddenly 
like a meteor, flickered for a 
moment, then fell only to be re- 
vived with greater, steadier bril- 
liancy. It came from the smaller 
hall on one side of the great temple 
entrance, and plainly expressed a 
lighted fire within. Now and 
again a shadow crossed, and this, 
with a low hum of distant voices, 
told of people there, no doubt a 
number of them. 

The listener — who was middle- 
aged and portly, a typical well-to- 
do, peaceably-inclined English- 
man — stood aghast. What should 
he do ? Rouse the ships ? Give 
the alarm ? Of course, but he 
felt he must not be rash or pre- 
mature. That might bring down 
the mischief before they could 
escape. 

Besides, it might be all a mis- 
take; there might be nothing in 
it, and he would only expose him- 
self to ridicule for his needless 
and exaggerated fears. 

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name — sternly resolved to take 
a! very bold and courageous step. 
He would go ashore alone, and 
see what it really meant. He 
ought to be able to creep up to 
the cavern unobserved, it was so 
close. He would see for himself 
who were within the cave, regain 
the steamer quietly, and as quietly 
insist upon their being taken out 
at once into the stream. 

His heart failed him a little 
when he crossed the gangway- 
plank which led to the shore and 
trod deep into the soft shifting 
sand. But he held bravely on, and 
climbed noiselessly close to the 
mouth of the aperture. He could 
hear the voices now quite plainly, 
and he was on the point of looking 
in when suddenly the light within 
was extinguished and every sound 
was hushed. No doubt he had 
been detected. He realised this 
with a sudden cold spasm of fear, 
anticipating that something very 
dreadful would happen. 

He was, undoubtedly, in immi- 
nent danger, and yet it was not in 
the way he thought. 

At that moment a fresh alarm 
arose, and in quite another direc- 
tion. 

While he halted there, hesitating 
and irresolute, wishing to run down 
at top speed and regain the ship — 
wishing, yet absolutely incapable 
of moving a limb — he was startled 
by a rifle-shot which woke all the 
echoes of the rocks above. 

The object of the shot ? It was 
to give the alarm — not of the 
danger Sir Amos had been inves- 
tigating, but of another more 
tangible and more pressing. 

For the first clear cut sound 
was followed by a hubbub of 
noises, very shrill prolonged cries, 
savage yells of a very terrifying 
kind ; then he saw a crowd of 
white ghost-like figures flying down 
the bank towards the steamers. 

The Dervishes ! A body of these 



reckless and uncompromising 
warriors were about to attack 
them with a rush. The next five 
minutes must decide whether he 
would be alive or dead. If the 
steamers succeeded in beating off" 
the enemy, and if he. Sir Amos, 
was missed, he might still be 
rescued. 

Neither hope was greatly justi- 
fied, and Sir Amos gave himself 

up for lost. 

* * * 

Let us go back a little, to just 
two months previously, when Sir 
Amos Empson, Bart., M.P., first 
embarked upon the s.s. Vishnu 
from the Thames for Naples and 
Port Said. 

** Where are you going to put 
me ? " he had asked, arrogantly, 
directly he came on board, of the 
chief steward, who was arranging 
the seats at the saloon dinner 
table. ** By the captain, of course ? 
Do you know who I am ? " 

Everyone who met Sir Amos 
Empson soon knew who he was 
and all about him. He was that 
worst of all bores, the Parliamen- 
tary bore, full of self-importance 
and second-hand politics, puffy, 
portly, purse-proud, with a diffuse 
manner and an interminable 
tongue. Egypt was his pet bug- 
bear, he was an ardent believer in 
** scuttle," especially from the Nile. 
He freely denounced the jingoes, 
and hated any kind of militarism. 
He was now on his way to study 
the Egyptian question on the spot, 
to gather there fresh and unanswer- 
able arguments in favour of imme- 
diate evacuation. 

His fellow-passengers were at 
his mercy all the way to Naples, 
for the voyage was smooth and 
nothing checked his everlasting 
talk. But at Naples there was a 
diversion ; his wife and daughter 
came on board, having travelled 
overland. They had picked up a 
companion en roi^te, a young man 



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who had developed very rapidly 
into a particular friend, and by no 
means a friend to Sir Amos 
Empson's taste. It was Major 
Selby, an English officer attached 
to the Egyptian army, and of all 
armies Sir Amos most hated that 
which he styled a symbol of 
menace and unjust domination. 

Not that the old gentleman^s 
black looks greatly affected Major 
Selby, who was a cheery, light- 
hearted young soldier, equally 
ready to fight or make love — a 
thorough sportsman, smart, neatly 
built, not bad looking, and ** as 
good as they make 'em." Matri- 
mony was not much in his line, 
for he knew that Bimbashis must 
not marry, but Marian Empson 
was an uncommon nice girl, and 
he was making the most of his 
time. 

When presently the party 
reached Cairo matters progressed 
rather faster. It was the height 
of the winter season and the place 
was as gay as London in June. 
Selby was a shining light in the 
garrison, and a word from him got 
the Empsons invitations to every- 
thing ; to garden parties, picnics 
to the Pyramids, polo matches, 
luncheons at mess and on daha- 
beahs, dances at the Gezireh 
Palace, several military balls. It 
was at one of the latter, after a 
** ripping waltz " on the Gezireh 
Casino floor, that Harry Selby 
decided to risk all chances of 
further advancement in the 
Egyptian army, and proposed in 
due form. 

Marian promptly accepted him. 
Lady Empson, a quiet, lady-like 
woman, who greatly liked the 
bright, eager young soldier, also 
favoured his suit. But Sir Amos, 
when tackled, got mad with rage, 
and swore that nothing should 
induce him to give his consent. 
He went further, and resolved to 
carry off his womenkind from the 



scene of temptation. He would 
go up the Nile to the farthest 
point possible, by the earliest 
possible conveyance. This hap- 
pened to be that splendid tourist 
steamer the Rameses^ which was 
starting the very next day for 
Luxor and Assouan. 

He thought to find tears and 
sulkiness in one of them at least, 
but, strange to say, Marian did 
not seem to object to this sudden 
flight. Nay, she returned from 
the first expedition (a visit to the 
tombs of Sakkhara, which was made 
on the very day of departure from 
Cairo) all smiles, and with a 
heightened colour. Sir Amos, 
who was as heavy in figure as he 
was in debate, did not care to dis- 
port himself on donkey-back for 
half a dozen hours, nor had Lady 
Empson, always languid and lym- 
phatic, any inclination for the long 
ride. So Marian had been en- 
trusted to chance friends made at 
Shepheard's Hotel, and rode oflf 
with them gaily. She found a 
pleasant companion long before 
they reached Memphis— Harry 
Selby, in short, who was on a pro- 
fessional mission up the river, and 
had the use of a small Government 
steamer while so employed. 

This same steam launch lay 
near the Ranuses at Assiout, and 
again at Beni Hassan, and at 
Denderah ; it was at Luxor for 
three days' stay, and someone 
from it joined in all the jaunts to 
Karnak, the Ramasseum, Dehr-el- 
Bahri, and the Tombs of the Kings. 
There were those on board the 
Rameses who quickly saw what 
was in the wind, but none wished 
to spoil sport. All, indeed, were 
glad to help sweet Marian, who 
was as great a favourite as her 
father was unpopular. 

Sir Amos had a larger, but less 
patient, audience here than on the 
Vishnu ; but he could not see it, 
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matory as ever. He found abun- 
dant cause for invective; every- 
thing was wrong, and the English 
occupation was everywhere to 
blame — for the dirt and squalor of 
the villages, the misconduct of the 
donkey-boys, the noisy dogs, the 
shameless and irresponsible ven- 
dors of sham scarabs. Call this 
Government ? There could be 
no control, no police, where such 
atrocities and nuisances were 
permitted. 

What chiefly roused his ire 
was the report, on reaching As- 
souan, that permission to ascend 
the Nile further was to be with- 
held. It was not deemed safe for 
tourists to go as far as Wady 
Haifa and the Second Cataract. 
The Dervishes were on the war- 
path, and they might attack the 
steamers. 

Dervishes ! Pooh. Sir Amos 
did not believe in them. It was 
all a pretence, a mere invention 
and excuse for reprisals. There 
could be no real danger, and if 
there was — how about the troops 
that were such an intolerable bur- 
den to Egypt ? Their only raison 
d'itre was that they kept all quiet 
on the frontier. 

He meant to go on to Wady 
Haifa, and nothing should stop 
him. He was a member of the 
House of Commons and all the 
rest of it ; if Messrs. Cook could 
not manage this for him, as it was 
their bounden duty, he would 
telegraph to Lord Cromer, to the 
Sirdar, to the Khedive himself, 
even to the Porte, claiming his 
right of free movement within the 
Egyptian frontier. He did all 
this, and made himself such a 
nuisance that in the end he ob- 
tained the necessary permission 
to go on. 

But it took time, and he spent 
the interval, a week or two, at 
the Assouan Hotel, fuming and 
fussing and airing his grievances, 

VOL. XLVi. — NO. 438. 



when he could find anyone to 
listen to them. He was, in truth, 
very much bored, for if you do 
not ride on donkey-back to the 
quarries, have no aesthetic delight 
in seeing the untidy ruins of 
t^hilae, and are positively too 
frightened to shoot the cataract, 
there is not much amusement at 
Assouan. 

In sheer desperation. Sir Amos 
visited the gaol, and was good 
enough to express his entire ap- 
proval as a country magistrate 
well versed in such matters. 

He learned something at the 
little prison. 

Among the prisoners were two 
or three dervish spies, who had 
been captured well within our 
lines, and these fierce wild-eyed 
fanatical-looking creatures im- 
pressed him considerably. They 
were not at all the people he 
wished to meet on a dark night 
when alone, or at any time in the 
trackless desert. He had never 
seen or had to do with semi- 
savages before. The uncomfort- 
able feeling that he was a long 
way from home was deepened that 
same evening, when, at the en- 
entreaty of his daughter, he accom- 
panied her to a " fantasia,** or 
evening entertainment, given by 
the black Soudanese soldiers of 
the garrison. 

On these occasions the dancers 
are permitted to resume their 
native costume and carry their 
native weapons ; having first 
wound themselves up by deep 
potations of native beer, they 
caper around their visitors shaking 
their spears and yelling defiance 
in that peculiarly shrill long-drawn 
war cry that is only too well re- 
membered by every English 
** Tommy " who has fought in the 
Soudan. As one warrior, mean- 
ing to do Sir Amos especial 
honour, planted his spear within 
an inch of the honourable mem- 

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ber's shirt-front, he realised some- 
thing of what it was to be at close 
quarters with a " Fuzzy- wuzzy." 

He was a little less arrogant on 
the morning the party left Philae 
for Abu-Simbel, the highest point 
to which they were permitted to 
ascend, and this after all the fuss 
Sir Amos had made. That they 
were starting on no common ad- 
venture was proved by the ap- 
pearance of an escort of these 
same black Soudanese soldiers 
who had filled him with so much 
alarm, and who were now to pro- 
tect him from violence. These 
friends might surely prove as 
terrible as an}' enemies. They 
looked like grinning demons, with 
their coal-black complexion and 
staring white ferocious eyeballs, 
and it seemed quite hazardous to 
trust them with breech-loaders. 
But they clearly knew their busi- 
ness, and did it so thoroughly as 
to convince Sir Amos that there 
was indeed real danger in this 
expedition he had been so deter- 
mined to carry through. 

Whenever the steamers stopped 
— there were two of them, the 
Semneh and the Akmeh, neither 
quite full of passengers, for the 
reasons that had urged Sir Amos 
had deterred the crowd — the 
soldiers were first ashore, skir- 
mishing out and about to a con- 
siderable distance, so as to give 
security to all within the circle ; 
all day they kept a sharp look-out 
on board, and at night sentries 
were posted with much ceremony, 
although the steamers always lay 
out in the stream. Sir Amos was 
told that the dervishes had been 
known before now to swim out to 
attack boats in the river, and 
although they did not like the 
tourist steamers, classing them 
with gun-boats, of which they have 
a holy horror, it was never certain 
that they would not attempt some 
desperate enterprise. 



All this gave Sir Amos food for 
serious thought. All he saw, all 
he heard, led him to believe that 
the dervishes were no myth, other- 
wise such precautions would be 
unnecessary, such stories of 
murderous raids and razzias 
would not be current, and night 
after night he grew more and more 
restless and apprehensive. 

Hitherto, as has been said, they 

had lain out in the stream, but at 

this, the terminus of their upward 

voyage, Abu-Simbel, the steamers 

were moored alongside under the 

bank ; yet not without the strong 

protest of the unhappy baronet. 

How right he had been in his 

warnings was now fully proved, 

and he himself, wretched man, 

was to be made the victim. 
* * * 

We left Sir Amos spellbound, a 
prey to the keenest, the Hvehest 
terror. His life was not worth a 
minute*s purchase, and he would 
die ingloriously, the death of a 
poor venturesome fool who had 
put his mouth straight into the 
lion's jaw. 

All this time the hubbub and 
excitement down below had in- 
creased a hundredfold. The 
sound of many voices, blood-curd- 
ling yells of savage hatred and 
fierce defiance, a running fire of 
musketry, all this he had heard. 
What he saw was a number of 
figures, a moving, hustling, jost- 
ling crowd at the water's edge, 
where the steamer lay, and here, 
he reaUsed, the bitter struggle 
was being fought out upon which 
depended the lives of all : his own, 
his wife's, his daughter's, his 
friends'. 

Suddenly, a new outburst of 
noise, the unmistakeable crash 
and rattle of a big gun, dominated 
the uproar. The first shot was 
followed by a second and a third. 

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of feeling he nearly fainted. For 
now he understood that relief — 
rescue, perhaps — were near at 
hand. The firing was from a 
small steamer, a gun-boat, no 
doubt, that had come rapidly upon 
the scene, and, ranging up broad- 
side, was exercising a decisive 
effect upon the action. 

After the third shot the enemy 
began to waver, the fourth they 
had had enough of it, the fifth 
they turned tail and fled. 

Then Sir Amos Empson gave 
way altogether. He was quite 
unconscious when a search party 
from the steamer came upon him, 
picked him up, and carried him on 
board. 

It was not till the next day, 
when fully recovered from his 
alarms and overpowering emo- 
tions, when the steamer was once 
more in movement, full speed down 
stream, that he learnt how the 
rescue had been effected, and who 
— next to himself — was really the 
hero of the fight. 

Marian herself brought Major 
Selby to her father, and let him 
tell the story of how he had been 
close at hand, engaged on a re- 
connaisance in a military gun- 
boat, and had heard the first shot 
fired. To hurry up and act with 
prompt decision was nothing less 
than his bounden duty, but he 
admitted that he was all the 
more eager to help from his 
knowledge of who was in danger. 



Sir Amos Empson's gratitude 
was unbounded. From hence- 
forth he declared that he would 
say nothing against soldiers, for 
he now fully realised their sterling 
worth. None but the brave de- 
served the fair, and he then and 
there withdrew all opposition to 
the Major's suit. His approval 
was backed up by something very 
substantial when the settlements 
came to be made. 

And yet — there were those 
behind the scenes and in the 
secret, who hinted that the whole 
affair was a " put-up job," a bogus 
business, a false attack with blank 
cartridges, made by harmless 
*'friendlies," the whole originated 
and organized by the astute Major 
Selby. This suspicion was 
strengthened by the nods and 
winks and meaning laughs that 
went round the steamers, by the 
strange self-possession of people 
who had been through such a life 
and death episode. But Selby 
would never admit the impeach- 
ment, and no whisper of it ever 
reached Sir Amos Empson's 
ear. 

**The Affair at Abu-SimbeP' 
now forms the most glorious 
memory he possesses ; he posed 
as a hero when he went back to 
the House of Commons, and he 
has serious thoughts of changing 
sides, if Lord Salisbury will 
only secure him the Victoria 
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Polo Players. 

IV.— MR. GERALD HARDY. 



Amongst Hurlingham habitues 
there is do more familiar figure 
than that of Mr. Gerald Hardy, 
the present Master of the Ather- 
stone, for he has followed the 
fortunes of polo since 1881, and 
rendered invaluable service to 
further the interests of the game. 
There are few who can show so 
long a record in first-class polo, 
for a variety of causes tend to 
shuffle players oflf the board, and 
an entirely new set springs up in 
the course of a few seasons to 
take the places of those whom 
yesterday we considered were 
quite indispensable to the success 
of the game. In this one respect 
the attractions of polo cannot 
compare with those of the chase, 
which forms a life-long devotion 
for all its followers, and the grey- 
beard of a hunt may enjoy himself 
after the hounds every whit as 
much as the young cockerel who 
comes to win his spurs over a 
country. 

Although Mr. Hardy's polo 
record takes us back to early 
history, we find him in the first 
flight to-day, the consistent No. i 
of the renowned Freebooters team, 
winners of the Hurlingham Cham- 
pion Cup Tournament, and one of 
the best fought out games of the 
year against Ranelagh Club. Of 
his ponies this season we might 
say much, except that their re- 
peated victories in the show ring 
are still fresh on our minds, for 
Sailor, by Lugan, gained three 
firsts, viz., at Hurlingham, Rane- 
lagh, and the Polo Sti^d Book 
Society Show, and, as ^lie has 
besides played in three chWmpion 
tournaments this season, h^s per- 
formances are as good as hisilooks. 



The record of another in the 
same stable is nearly a parallel, 
for the little brown mare Elastic, 
by Sir Lydstone, won first prize at 
the Polo Pony Stud Society Show 
held at Ranelagh last year, in 
addition to a first in the class for 
mares likely to breed polo ponies, 
and she has carried her owner 
brilliantly in the tournament 
games of the last three seasons. 

The county of Staffordshire 
claims Mr. Gerald Hardy, who is 
the second son of the late Sir John 
Hardy, of Dunstall Park, and 
brother of the present baronet. 
Educated at Eton and Oxford he 
managed to combine work with 
sport, taking honours in the Law 
Schools and being called to the Bar 
at the Inner Temple a few years 
later. Subsequently, he contested 
three elections, but polo had more 
attractions for him than politics, 
and, in 1887, the Hurlingham Club 
Committee sought his help, which 
has been of the greatest service 
in framing the rules and regula- 
tions which govern polo all over 
the world. 

Few men have done more for 
county polo than Mr. Hardy, and, 
in conjunction with the Messrs. 
John Reid and W. H. Walker, 
was the life and moving spirit 
of the well-known Barton-under- 
Needwood Club in Staffordshire, 
one of the oldest county clubs, 
which fought hard with Mon- 
mouthshire for honours at Hur- 
lingham in the seventies. These 
were the prehistoric days of polo, 
when five played a side, snaffle- 
bridles and blinkers were in vogue, 
and a game by lime-light at Rane- 
lagh drew the town. Provincial polo 
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in addition to the ground at 
Barton, Lord Harrington started 
one at Trent and another at 
Elvaston, attracting players that 
way, so that there was every 
opportunity for plenty of practice 
from April until October. In 
1887, we find Mr. Hardy's name 
amongst the Derbyshire team that 
walked over for the County Cup, 
and again in 1889 he was on 
the winning side when the Barton- 
under-Needwood team successfully 
competed for the coveted trophy. 

The ponies played by Mr. 
Hardy at this period were 
lolanthe, a very smart white mare, 
who won second prize at Hurling- 
ham in 1885, and is now at Mr. 
W. H. Walker's pony stud. 
Another celebrity was Rosalha, a 
breedy grey mare, with the mane 
and flag of an Arab; she was 
originally played at Hurlingham 
by Captain Mansell Pleydell, in 
the early years of Hurlingham. 
The mare is still living and sound, 
though for two seasons she carried 
fifteen stone. Another charming 
mount was Venus, a bay formerly 
played at Cambridge by Mr. CD. 
Seymour, in 1895 "taster of the 
West Norfolk hounds. She had 
a real snaffle-bridle mouth, and 
won two bending races against the 
best company. We are glad to 
hear that a mare of so good a 
stamp has a yearling and foal by 
Rosewater, now the property of 
Sir Walter Gilbey. Of foreigners 
imported by Mr. Hardy to this 
country, we remember Back- 
sheesh, a strong brown Syrian; 
Pharoah, an Egyptian ; Voltaire, a 
South African ; and Rajah, a smart 
chestnut Arab, bought at Bombay. 

In looking through the record of 
good finals for the Open Champion 
Cup, we find that in 1887 Derby- 
shire and the Freebooters met, and 
a very tight match resulted. Mr. 
Hardy played for his county on 
this occasion, with Lord Harring- 



ton and Messrs. A. and J. Peat. 
The Freebooters, with Mr. John 
Watson as captain, had a tower 
of strength in Captain ** Wengy " 
Jones (5th Lancers) and his extra- 
ordinary black barb pony Spider, 
Captain Malcolm Little (9th 
Lancers) riding the wall-eyed barb 
Amir, now the property of Mr. 
Lee Pilkington, hon. sec. of the 
Liverpool Polo Club, and Captain 
K. MacLaren (13th Hussars) play- 
ing Blair, a bright chestnut *tattoo,' 
and Jenny his present favourite. 
Derbyshire went off with a lead, 
getting three goals to one, but 
eventually the Freebooters beat 
them by four goals to three, after 
a very tough fight. 

An unfortunate accident in 1890 
deprived Mr. Hardy of an eye, 
and he all but gave up polo, yet 
next season his friends were 
glad to see him back again, as 
keen as ever for the game, with a 
faster team of ponies. In 1894 ^^ 
find him playing for the Free- 
booters when they won the Open 
Champion Cup from the invincible 
Sussex County team, who had held 
it from all comers for six years in 
succession. The ponies played in 
this match by Mr. Hardy — if we 
remember rightly — were Elastic, 
Sailor, Blackman, Butcha, and 
Orangeman, and with the Messrs. 
Peat making the pace on Dyna- 
mite, Nimble, Gaylad, Piper, and 
Sister Sue, every pony was kept 
on the stretch. That year saw the 
International Tournament started 
at Paris, and the Freebooters* 
team were represented by Mr. 
Gerald Hardy, No. i ; Lord 
Southampton, No. 2 ; Captain 
P. W. J. Le Gallis (8th Hussars), 
No. 3 ; Captain D. St. John 
Daly, back. The teams Com- 
peting were two from France, one 
from Spain, one from America, and 
two from England. In the final, 
the Freebooters team played a 
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against them, but won the tourna- 
ment by three goals to two. 

The two following years, 1895 
and 1896, this team carried off the 
Open Champion Cup, and on each 
occasion Mr. Hardy played No. i. 
Of late years we have generally 
seen him undertaking the respon- 
sible duties of nursing the opposing 
back, practising that spirit of 



unselfishness to place the ball for 
others, when one less versed in the 
tactics of the game would be in- 
cHned to embark on a run for his 
own glory. Yet, mounted on such 
speedy ponies, the Freebooters* 
No. I gets more sport than falls to 
the lot of many forwards, for 
his intuitive knowledge of the 
game stands him in good stead. 
CuTHBERT Bradley. 



The Lesson of the 'Varsity Match. 



Always full of deep interest for 
cricketers is the annual appear- 
ance, at Lord's, of the teams repre- 
senting the rival Universities of 
Oxford and Cambridge ; and we 
are inclined to think that more 
than ever in 1896 has the Battle 
of the Blues taken hold of the 
mind of the public. 

In the first place, the match, 
under normal conditions, must oif 
itself prove most interesting, since 
it was fought out between teams 
supposed to be of about equal and 
above average merit. Either team , 
by good performances, had flat- 
tered their supporters into confi- 
dence : Oxford had twice beaten 
Surrey, in addition to victories 
over Mr. Webbe's eleven and 
Somerset ; whilst Cambridge, only 
a week before the 'Varsity match, 
had created a fresh record in 
English cricket by going to the 
wicket in the fourth innings with 
the heavy task before them of 
making over 500 runs, and secur- 
ing this enormous total for the 
loss of only seven wickets. 

For this performance, the match 
at Lord's, M.C.C. and Ground v. 
Cambridge University, is likely to 
be for many years memorable, and 
also for another incident, which 
occurred early in this second in- 



nings of Cambridge, which has 
created considerable comment in 
cricket circles. 

To state the matter quite briefly, 
it is sufficient to state that, early 
in this innings, a ball bowled by 
A. E. Trott, who was playing as 
a member of the ground staff 
of M.C.C, rose very rapidly, and 
struck Mr. Marriott, the Cam- 
bridge batsman, in the face, ren- 
dering him, for the time, hors de 
combat. Upon this, Mr. Frank 
Mitchell, the Light Blue captain, 
was seen to walk out into the field 
and address Mr. Hulls, who was 
acting as captain of the Maryle- 
bone team. Following in the wake 
of Mr, Mitchell, there advanced 
into the arena the familiar figure 
of Mr. Henry Perkins, the Secre- 
tary of the M.C.C, who also had 
a word with Mr. Hulls. 

The immediate result of this 
colloquy was that Trott was taken 
off from bowling, and bowled no 
more that evening. The inference 
generally drawn, and never con- 
tradicted, was that Mr. Mitchell 
had requested the Marylebone 
captain to refrain from bowling 
Trott any more, lest he should 
damage any of the eleven upon 
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be the fact that Mr. Mitchell made 
it a sine qua non of his side con- 
tinuing at the wickets that he 
should have a voice in the selec- 
tion of the bowlers, we have before 
us a precedent which might well 
lead up to some curious develop- 
ments of that which has been styled, 
with reason, the ** manly game of 
cricket." That Mr. Mitchell was 
prompted in his precipitate action 
by a keen desire to place his best 
team in the field against Oxford we 
are sure, but we could wish, for his 
sake, that an incident provocative 
of so much ridicule, had never 
occurred. 

The Oxford captain, taking 
warning, perhaps, from the ad- 
ventures of Cambridge, elected 
for his match against M.C.C. and 
Ground, three days before the 
'Varsity match, to play but three 
men who were to take part in the 
match against Cambridge. It is 
true that Trott, the Terrible, was 
to play for M.C.C, and Mr. 
Leveson-Gower may have thought 
that, if bruises there were to be, 
they should be as far as possible 
upon the sturdy frames of his 
second eleven. At any rate, the 
team advertised as Oxford Uni- 
versity, to oppose which M.C.C. 
had collected a powerful team, 
contained three only of the regular 
eleven, and was handsomely beaten 
in the two days allotted to the 
fixture. 

If University cricketers are 
really such tender plants that they 
must not be allowed to take part 
in a match within a few days of 
the great contest, then it would be 
as well that no such fixture should 
be made ; but, if such fixtures be 
made, we think it would be more 
satisfactory for all parties that one 
'Varsity should not claim a voice 
in the captaincy of the opposing 
side, and that the other 'Varsity 
should place a side in the field at 
least somewhat resembling its full 
strength, both out of courtesy to 



the Marylebone Club, and injustice 
to the public, who are invited to 
come and see the 'Varsity eleven 
play its final trial match. 

We will now turn to the feature 
of this match, which caused such 
a profound sensation throughout a 
portion of the cricket world. We 
refer, of course, to the action of 
Mr. Mitchell, the Cambridge 
captain, when the total of Oxford's 
first innings had reached within a 
dozen runs of the 119 runs limit, 
which would save Oxford from 
following their innings, and when 
Oxford had but one wicket to fall. 

Cambridge had already had a 
long day in the field, and the fast 
bowling upon which they mainly 
depended was tired out ; there 
were three more hours to play that 
day, and the reward of merit 
for having beaten Oxford by over 
120 runs upon the first innings 
would have been that Cambridge 
stood a fair chance of losing that 
advantage by their bowlers, 
already tired, having to bowl 
for three hours to the best of the 
Oxford batsmen upon a good 
batsman's wicket ; moreover, a 
falling barometer and other signs 
not to be lost sight of by the 
weather-wise indicated an im- 
mediate fall of rain, which actually 
did descend that evening, and 
stopped play before the hour fixed 
for drawing stumps. 

Under these circumstances, Mr. 
Mitchell directed his bowler to 
bowl wide no-balls to the boundary 
until the Oxford score, thus 
augmented compulsorily, should 
have mounted to within the 
statutory deficit of 120 runs behind 
that of Cambridge. 

The storm of indignation roused 
by this poHcy amongst the 
spectators was very great, 
especially amongst the senior 
Pavilion members of the M.C.C. ; 
and for some weeks after the event, 
we were treated to a constant 
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letters to the Times and other 
newspapers, the writers of which 
took most variegated views of the 
morality of the action. 

So many opinions have been 
expressed upon what is after all a 
very simple matter, that we 
propose here, very briefly, to look 
at the law of the *' follow-on," its 
origin, and its bearing upon cricket 
of the present day, and thus to 
seek a remedy for what is admit- 
tedly a flaw in cricket legislation. 

Now the question naturally 
arises, when we attempt to deal 
with this subject. What is the 
origin and object of the law, which 
compels the side — which is at 
present 120 runs, until a season, or 
two ago 80 runs behind on the 
first innings— to follow their 
innings ? Is it framed for the 
benefit of either side, and if so, of 
which ? 

We have no hesitation in saying 
that originally the law was in- 
tended to economise time, and to 
enable a team much stronger than 
their opponents to win by wickets, 
or more probably in an innings, 
rather than by a superfluity of runs. 

We must bear well in mind 
that in the old days of cricket, 
when this law was made, three- 
day matches were quite excep- 
tional, and matches in which play 
was confined to one day or possibly 
an afternoon only, mainly consti- 
tuted the cricket for which the 
authorities had to legislate. 

Neither must we lose sight of 
the fact that it was not until com- 
paratively recent times that 
one-day matches, by the laws 
of the game^ could be decided upon 
the result of the first innings ; and, 
bearing this in mind, one can 
readily appreciate the spirit in 
which law ^ 3 was framed to assist 
sides to gain a definite result. 

Framed ^t a time when cricket 
grounds were very different from 
the shaven lawns of the present 



day, when a total of 100 runs for 
the whole side would represent a 
very good score, we imagine that 
the number 60, which was taken as 
the then fair measure of following- 
on value, represented a deficit 
which the side following-on would 
very likely fail to wipe off, or at all 
events,to materially improve upon, 
and so the superior side would win 
with the least possible expenditure 
of time. 

Considering the difficulty of run- 
getting at that time, any side who 
were more than 60 runs behind 
upon the first innings would stand 
very little chance of winning 
the match, and we quite under- 
stand that in an era of one-day 
matches and small scoring, it was 
as gratifying as it was all im- 
portant to make your opponents 
follow-on, and so to have a chance 
of complete victory, rather than to 
embark upon a new batting 
venture of your own, in which all 
ten wickets had to fall, no matter 
how many superfluous runs might 
have been scored, before you could 
again put your morally defeated 
opponents upon their defence. 
That this was more or less the 
state of affairs when law 53 was 
adopted, with 60 as the number, 
will, we think, be generally 
admitted, and that it worked well 
for a time we have no reason to 
doubt. Obviously, however, as 
grounds improved and batsmen's 
averages became higher, the 
margin of 60 runs was recognised as 
too small for any but one-day 
matches ; and so we find that about 
25 years ago the margin was 
readjusted to the limit of 80 runs 
for matches extending over more 
than one day, and at that figure it 
remained undisturbed, down to 
recent days, when the 'Varsity 
match of 1893 furnished an inci- 
dent parallel to that of 1896, of 
Cambridge forcing upon Oxford a 
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that their Superior play in the first 
innings might not deprive them of 
the advantage they had earned. 

If, as it would appear, there was 
five-and-twenty years ago a grow- 
ing conviction that a margin of 
60 runs was too narrow, it is hardly 
surprising that at the present 
day, considering the enormously 
increased facilities for run get- 
ting, on perfect wickets with 
easy boundaries, there should 
be a generally expressed opinion 
that a deficit of 120 runs 
no longer represents the foUowing- 
on measure of value of a team. 
Whereas, forty years ago, 80 runs 
might have been a fair total for an 
entire eleven to make, there are 
to-day, in England, a large number 
of batsmen, each of whom can 
boast of an average of over 40 
runs per innings, so that in their 
case we should find by averages 
the deficit of 120 runs knocked off 
for the loss of three wickets only ; 
and, whilst formerly a side followed 
their innings with defeat and 
disaster staring them in the face, 
they now (provided of course the 
deficit is not greatly in excess of 
the presented number of runs) hail 
the follow-on as affording them, not 
only a loop-hole of escape, but as 
actually on a good wicket, reviving 
hopes of victory. 

We have arrived, however, now 
at an epoch in the history of the 
game of cricket when the value of 
runs is much lower than it ever 
was before, and is, moreover, 
getting lower every day ; and 120 
runs made to day, no more repre- 
sent the value of 80 runs in 1855, 
than the Victorian penny of 
commerce possesses the pur- 
chasing power of a penny, say of 
the reign of Henry VIII. 

This being the condition of 
affairs in modern cricket, we find 
that law 53 to-day entirely fails in 
what we must regard as its 
original object, namely, to give the 



leading side the advantage of 
winning the match, if win they 
can, with the least possible waste 
of time in superfluous batting. 

Nowadays the side who have a 
lead of 120 runs upon a good 
wicket, as a rule infinitely prefer a 
lead of some runs less, with the 
privilege of next innings, rather 
than to undertake the onerous task 
of fielding and bowling through 
two innings straight on end, with 
their own innings to come at the 
finish, when a broken wicket or 
a change in the weather may bring 
defeat. 

The course adopted by the 
Cambridge captains in 1893 ^^^ 
1896 demonstrates most clearly 
how strong is the feeling of 
aversion amongst cricketers to 
making their opponents follow 
their innings upon a good wicket : 
for both Mr. Jackson and Mr. 
Mitchell were content to sacrifice 
some few runs, no matter how 
hardly earned, rather than enjoy 
the specious and damaging privi- 
lege of making their opponents 
follow -on. 

We are told that such an ex- 
pedient as these gentlemen adopted 
is not cricket and disgraceful, but 
whilst we admit that the perform- 
ance of wilfully forcing runs upon 
one's opponents is a blot upon the 
game, we can blame not the players 
who are driven to pay this unjust 
tax upon superior play, but the 
legislature who, by tolerating the 
existence of a law which now 
operates direct against the inter- 
ests it was framed to protect, 
are driving the players to ex- 
pedients which, even if regarded as 
absolutely fair, are none the less 
deplorable. 

That bowlers should be driven 
to action of this kind to avoid the 
follow-on, and that, on the other 
hand, the last batsman should 
sacrifice his wicket with a view to 
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is sufficient proof that at present 
the law is a mischievous one. 
Next, then, we must consider 
how best to remedy this evil, and 
we think the most natural train 
of thought is somewhat as follows. 

The side who ought to benefit 
by the law complain bitterly that 
at times it is dead against their 
interest. to make their opponents 
follow, and actually, in a high- 
scoring match on a good wicket, 
the game is often lost entirely 
through this apparent advantage 
of 120 runs upon the first innings, 
which entails upon the side 
holding it the burden of getting 
down twenty wickets on end, and 
then taking fourth innings. 
Having realised this, we say, 
'* This is a monstrous injustice to 
the side who have the advantage 
on the first innings, but it is easy 
to remedy it by leaving it to their 
option to make the weaker (on 
that day's play, at all events) side 
follow on, or to go in themselves, 
at their discretion." 

This is, we believe, the solution 
of the difficulty that is arrived at 
by nearly everyone who considers 
the problem from the point of view 
of the side that at present suffers 
the injustice, and that, of course, 
is the point from which one most 
naturally would regard the matter, 
and so it comes about that the 
very generally expressed opinion 
on the subject is that the law will 
best be mended by leaving the 
follow-on ** at the option of the 
side leading." 

Now, let us scrutinise more 
closely this remedy, which is so 
beautiful in its simplicity, and 
first we will ask ourselves this 
question — " Upon what occasions, 
if any, will the captain of the side 
leading in a three-days' match 
insist upon his opponents follow- 
ing their innings ? " Certainly 
not upon a good wicket, because 
he would always prefer to bat 



again, and increase his advantage 
up to the point of declaring his 
innings at an end, whilst sure of 
a good wicket, rather than put his 
opponents in upon a good wicket, 
and take upon his own shoulders 
the risk of the fourth innings, 
with all its hideous possibilities. 

We think that no captain will 
disagree with us here, and we will 
be bold enough to go a step 
farther, and assert thatj should 
this ever become law, the captain 
of the leading side will insist upon 
the follow- on just so open as, and 
not much oftencr than at the present 
time he puts the other side in to hat 
when he wins the toss. Let us re- 
call the words of Mr. A. G. Steel 
in his article upon Captaincy, in 
the Badminton Cricket Book. 
** There is, perhaps, only one 
reason to justify a captain putting 
the other side in first — if the 
ground, previously hard, has been 
softened by a night's rain, and if 
at the time of beginning it is 
drying under a hot baking sun, 
and if the captain is tolerably 
sure that it is going to be a fine 
day." 

Mr. Steel here admirably defines 
the only conditions under which 
we are wont to invite our opponents 
to bat first, and to defer our own 
exhibition with the willow until a 
later and more convenient period, 
and this quotation from his article 
is, we maintain, the answer to our 
question as to when a captain will 
make his opponents follow on, if 
he has the option. If this prove 
the case, and we think that nearly 
every captain of a county team 
will justify our view of the 
question, we arrive at the con- 
clusion that the side who can 
make 120 runs more than their 
opponents, by winning the toss 
gain choice of innings, not once^ hut 
twice in the match — a most oppres- 
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of money. Anyone who has had 
his idea of a trainer moulded by 
what he has read might well take 
the trouble to read a few pages 
more — those pages in ** Kingclere ** 
in which Mr. Byron Webber, 
having, so to speak, locked John 
Porter outside, sets himself the 
task of writing a sort of ** Celebrity 
at Home," and tells us about 
John Porter's home life and its 
surroundings. 

No one could have risen to 
eminence in his calling who did 
not take a great and intelligent 
interest in his business, and, just as 
John Porter was ** all for horses " 
m his boyish days, so, as a man, he 
is equally wrapped up in those 
under his charge. Another life- 
long taste is gardening. When in 
Sussex he rented a piece of ground 
for the pleasure of cultivating it, 
and at Park House the gardens 
bear testimony to the owner's love 
for them. ** I enjoy," he says, 
" the sights and sounds of rural 
nature, the signs of the seasons, 
and watching the gradual suc- 
cession of these is to me a source 
of continual pleasure. There are 
the cowslip, harebell, wild hya- 
cinth (the reader may remember 
that a few years ago there was 
a racehorse called Tame Lowa- 
cinth), wild thyme, and saxifrage, 
with many another fragrant herb 
to gladden the sight and sense of 
smell when one treads or canters 
across the downs, and it seems to 
me that, after they begin to come, 
there is a fresh carpet of them 
every month of the year from 
springtime to harvest." 

We are told, too, something 
about the domestic economy of the 
Kingsclere establishment. The 
arrangements for the lads would 
seem to leave nothing to be 
desired, while, as a centre of 
industry, the importance of Park 
House is readily acknowledged in 
the neighbourhood. In parochial 



and social matters, the master of 
the Kingsclere establishment takes 
a great interest, for who has so 
much leisure as a busy man ? In 
these matters, however, the author 
of the book has a right good help- 
mate in Mrs. Porter, to whose 
suggestion is due the building 
of the Albert Hall, a structure 
which possibly is of more im- 
portance to the district than is its 
gigantic namesake to the me- 
tropolis. 

In reading a book of this kind, 
with such material at hand, one 
naturally likes to dwell on the non- 
racing side of the author, because 
detractors of the Turf can see 
that it is possible for a man to be 
a skilful trainer, a keen judge of 
racing, and all the rest of it, without 
in the least degree resembling the 
trainer of the sporting novel ; but, 
inasmuch as this book owes its 
pubHcation to the fact that John 
Porter is a successful and an 
honoured trainer, one must, after 
what is, perhaps, a too long intro- 
duction, act on the advice of 
the famous Philip Astley — "Cut 
the cackle and come to the horses." 
Let it be mentioned that one of 
John Porter's schoolfellows was 
that accomplished jockey Tom 
Ashmall, while he also made the 
acquaintance of Charles Marlow 
and George Whitehouse, promi- 
nent horsemen of their day. The 
horse King Cole, belonging to that 
good old sportsman Alderman 
Copeland, was the first horse he 
was ever ** put across " ; he also 
used to ride Rataplan," the best- 
bred horse in England," as a 
writer described Stockwell*s 
famous brother. The Findon 
stud also comprised the mare 
Virago, with whom the author 
once had something more than a 
bad quarter of an hour. While 
the mare was en route for York, the 
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Porter was properly concerned at 
the risk to which Virago was 
exposed, but his ready resource 
led him to block the aperture with 
a cushion, which he held in 
position until the journey's end. 

Although the author of the book 
went to John Day as a lightweight 
jockey, his career in that line was 
neither long nor particularly 
brilliant, through no fault of his 
own. He was to have had the 
mount on Virago in the Metro- 
politan Stakes which, in those 
days, was run on the same day as 
the City and Suburban, but as she 
won the latter event she incurred 
a penalty, and so Wells, the 
recognised jockey of the stable, 
was able to ride, and the light- 
weight stood down. This was in 
1854 — two-and- forty years ago — 
and the disappointment caused by 
not having the mount on the mare 
with which he had been so closely 
connected caused John Porter to 
think less of the glories of riding 
than formerly. He rode several 
times afterwards, but no longer 
entertained the idea of embracing 
the calling of a jockey. Sir Joseph 
Hawley had had some experience 
of racing before he came to terms 
with John Porter, in 1863. He 
had given John Gully nearly 
;^3,ooo for the mare Mendicant 
who broke down, and one of the 
lucky baronets* slices of luck was 
when, at the sale of his stud 
(brought about by a fit of disgust 
at the aspersions cast upon him 
over the running of Breba), Mendi- 
cant did not reach the reserve 
price of five hundred guineas, and 
Mendicant was subsequently the 
dam of St. Alexis and Musjid. No 
sooner had the new trainer fairly 
entered upon his duties than he 
won a couple of small races ; but 
the first occasion on which he was 
able to give some sort of evidence 
that he ** could manage them ** was 
in connection with St. Alexis, made 



into quite a useful horse by 
Porter's management. 

As most people interested in 
racing history know, Sir Joseph 
Hawley was a man of strong mind, 
and his sayings and doings have 
been severely criticised. When 
he was posing as an opponent 
of two-year-old racing he had 
several two years in training, and 
was winning with them, while 
when he was inveighing against 
heavy betting he was drawing 
more than substantial sums from 
the ring. Still, to John Porter he 
was kindness itself when the latter 
** broke down badly " in 1865, 
under an attack of typhoid fever. 
Sir Joseph's letters plainly show 
how much he felt for his trainer, 
and how solicitous he was for his 
recovery. The history of Blue 
Gown's Derby is just sufficiently 
well known to the younger genera- 
tion of racing men to make it 
interesting to them, and in these 
pages they will find it explained 
how Sir Joseph Hawley took a 
dislike to the horse, and in conse- 
quence, won comparatively little 
over the race. As a two-year-old. 
Blue Gown had been disqualified 
for the Champagne Stakes at 
Doncaster, and the behaviour of 
Wells on that occasion, when 
he was almost literally kicked out 
of the scale by Admiral Rous, ap- 
pears to conflict somewhat with 
a character given to him by a 
writer who described him as **one 
of the worthiest and cleverest 
jockeys that ever donned silk." 

In that memorable race he car- 
ried five pounds overweight, and 
was caught out by Doyle, whose 
mount, D'Estournel, had been 
disqualfied at Ascot, chiefly on 
the evidence of Wells; and Doyle, 
in consequence, expressed his 
intention of being even with 
** B rusher "on some future day — 
and so he was. The story of Blue 
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told. The touts were about, and, 
in order to be on the spot, induced 
the toll-bar man to let them occupy 
his not too spacious apartment, 
so as to be on the spot when the 
moment should arrive. Their 
whereabouts were ascertained by 
a trusty servant of the establish- 
ment, who made them all secure 
with padlock and chain and when 
the trial was over they were seen 
to be gaining egress by removing 
a window-frame. In that trial 
Rosicrucian beat Blue Gown at 
even weights by a neck, but Wells, 
who had the choice of mounts, 
elected to ride Blue Gown, with 
what result everyone knows. 

In speaking of the flying mares 
Shotover and Geheimniss, the 
author, through his editor, says 
that **both are gifted with fine 
speed, but neither was a stayer." 
This incidentally raises a very 
interesting question " What is a 
stayer ?" Both mares are ad- 
mitted to have had a fine turn of 
speed, but for all that appears in 
the book no attempt was ever 
made to train them for long- 
distance races. Being fast, they 
would, so to speak, be only can- 
tering when others were galloping, 
and so pace and staying power get 
mixed up, as they so often are. 

It is a very common cry that 
our modern thoroughbreds cannot 
stay, yet, when they are put to 
cross-country work, and trained to 
cover a distance of ground, they 
run three and four mile races well 
enough. When it comes to a 
squeeze something must crack 
first, and the horse which gives 
way is said to be no stayer. The 
question of staying or not staying 
is far too wide to be more than 
mentioned en passant here, but John 
Porter's remarks certainly open up 
a most interesting discussion. 

The three-year-old career of St. 
Blaise, commonly regarded as the 
worst horse that ever won the 



Derby, is noteworthy from the 
fact that his Derby trial first 
brought the Prince of Wales into 
communication with the stable of 
which he was afterwards a patron, 
and in which his horses might, in 
ordinary course, have remained to 
this day had not the fates willed 
it othei"wise. To return to St. 
Blaise, however, Mr. Byron Web- 
ber writes : ** To dismiss St Blaise 
as a moderate horse, as lo many 
have done, is sheer nonsense. 
Without going the length of call- 
ing him great, on his best form 
and day it would have taken a 
very great horse indeed to stretch 
his neck." 

Some space is, of course, devoted 
to Paradox, whose scratching for 
the Cambridgeshire has, perhaps, 
given him a rather notorious repu- 
tation he might not otherwise 
have possessed. It was said all 
along that Brodrick Cloete never 
betted, and that he came from the 
Colonies and raced for pure sport. 
That gentleman, as the book tells 
us, had been absent in Mexico for 
some time. On his return he 
called at Old Burlington Street 
and scratched the horse, going 
afterwards to Kingsclere and tell- 
ing Porter what he had done. He 
was certainly handicapped at a 
top weight (8st. I2lbs.), which 
the trainer was certain he could 
have carried to victory, and he 
pointed out to Mr. Cloete the 
mistake he had made, while it 
must be remembered that other 
patrons of the stable had backed 
the horse. Mr. Cloete's explana- 
tion was that he had not seen the 
weights till he had got to New 
York, and then came to the con- 
clusion that the horse had no 
chance, so he scratched him, and 
at the end of the season Porter 
ceased to train for Paradox's 
owner. 

The succeeding chapter is de- 
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is shortly summed up in these 
words, ** he won all his engage- 
ments, and he ran practically 
untried." There is no need at the 
present time to refer to Ormonde's 
history, it is too well-known, and 
John Porter makes the very 
sensible remark that perhaps few 
people gave the Duke of West- 
minster credit for what he did in 
selling Ormonde. At the time he 
parted with him a good many 
people were loud in their denuncia- 
tion of him for selling a horse 
which had won him so much, but 
the fact is that the Duke very 
sensibly did not believe in breed- 
ing from a roarer, and he believed 
that in sending Ormonde away 
from England the horse was 
leaving the country for his 
country's good, and most people 
will agree with him. 

It was in 1886 that the Prince 
of Wales first joined Porter's 
stable. He had often been down 
there before, but in the above- 
mentioned ye^r it was that he 
first sent horses to Kingsclere. 
Counterpane and Lady Peggy, a 



couple of young Hermits, were the 
first horses received, and Counter- 
pane, it may be remembered, fell 
down dead after running for the 
Stockbridge Cup. Possibly both 
John Porter and the Prince are 
equally sorry that they ever parted, 
but under the circumstances, 
which of course are not mentioned 
in the book, it was impossible that 
the connection should continue. 
The authentic story of Friar's 
Balsam is given on page 121, and 
we must conclude this notice 
by recommending the reader to 
study the author's views on Turf 
reform, early foaling and its evils, 
and the injurious effect of short 
distance racing. These opinions 
are all conceived in the true spirit 
of a sportsman, and if they could 
only be acted upon there is no 
doubt that very general benefit 
would arise. Mr. Byron Webber 
has added a good many interest- 
ing notes, and altogether the book 
is one of the most entertaining 
which has been written of late 
years in connection with the 
Turf. 



Our Van." 



The Two Julys.— That the first 
of them, between sale-ring and 
racecourse, gave us all the excite- 
ment goes without saying. In- 
deed, for one event, the Princess of 
Wales' Stakes, we should have 
said the sale-ring had it all, for we 
began the week with the late 
Colonel North's lot on Monday, and 
the agony was piled up when we got 
to Baron Hirsch's (also ** the 
late ") lot on Tuesday. The Mon- 
day prices had "ruled high," as 
they say in the City, and when 
Mr. M. D. Rucker gave 5,100 gs. 
for Red Heart we lifted the eyes 

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of astonishment, while considering 
that the manufacture of cycles 
must be one of the good goods of 
the day. Mr. Rucker caused us 
to elevate our eyebrows more than 
once that Monday, but kept com- 
paratively quiet for the rest of the 
week. However, his Monday 
purchases amounted to 10,200 gs. 
There had been betting, we 
believe, as to what sum La Fleche 
would realise ; but we are not 
aware if anyone ventured a 
sovereign or two, or a fiver, on the 
unprecedented sum at which the 
hammer fell, 12,600 gs. Easy 

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was it to perceive that the pur- 
chase at such a figure was a risky 
one, and we can only trust Sir 
Tat ton Sykes will reap his reward. 
There is no occasion now to go 
into all the details of what pro- 
mised at one time to be food for 
gossip, if not scandal. Sufficient 
to say that we can only hope that 
the latest addition to the Sledmere 
stud will further enhance its 
glories. 

That we were more attracted by 
the Bunbury Mile than the Sale 
Paddock goes without saying. 
We have no money to buy brood 
mares or yearlings, and should 
not buy them if we had. So we 
stuck to the Paddock and the 
Plantation when race-horses were 
about, and enjoyed the Thursday 
very much: The worst of it was 
there was not a breath of air in 
the plantation, and some of the 
gees, Troon especially, suffered. 
He was soon in a lather, and 
evidently would have been better 
for a few more gallops. Then 
came The Lombard and Racon- 
teur, and they, witli the help of 
Troon, made Regret, when he 
appeared, look somewhat on the 
small side, though we were told 
he stood 15.3. A charming 
mover, he elicited much admira- 
tion in his canter down. Persim- 
mon was sent down to the start, 
but St. Frusquin gave us a look 
in, and people said he was im- 
proved since Epsom ; he looked to 
us much the same. Regret made 
play on the right, and continued 
in front until at the Plantation 
corner, Persimmon and St. Frus- 
quin began to draw away, while 
Troon was making up his ground 
rapidly. At the foot of the hill. 
Regret appeared to be out of it, 
but came again up the hill in a 
wonderful manner, and got third 
to St. Frusquin and Persimmon, 
half-a-length separating iirst, 
second, and third, while Troon 



was only a neck behind Regret. 
Some of us began to talk about 
the Leger directly they had passed 
the post, but the Leger is a far cry, 
and we decline to imitate them, 
beyond maintaining that we doubt 
if the Doncaster race is simply a 
match between Persimmon and 
St. Frusquin. Regret ran with a 
degree of greenness that he may 
lose at Sandown Park, and if 
Porter can improve him between 
now and September we may see 
some changes in the market and 
the race. At the present writing, 
7 to 4 is the best offer on the 
field, and odds of 75 to 40 are 
freely tendered on Persimmon and 
St. Frusquin coupled. The July 
Cup was the only other race on 
that Thursday which we cared 
about, and the antagonism of 
Worcester (10 st. 2 lbs.) and Grig 
(9 St. I lb.) promised us a race. It 
did not begin well, for though 
Worcester led, he was going none 
too kindly, and Gas took his 
place. In the final struggle, Wor- 
cester appeared to think better of 
it, and, though Grig was leading to 
within a few strides of the post, 
the old horse listened to Morny's 
persuasions, and won a good race 
by a neck. Nothing good to 
offer Count Schomberg in the 
Ellesmere Stakes, so he was in- 
dulged with a walk-over on the 
last day ; and as Galatia had beaten 
Esther Waters, Sauce Tartare, 
Sardine, and Stewarton at Derby 
in the spring, she was in good 
demand for the Princess's Cup. 
But last April sounds a long time 
ago now, and, perhaps Galatia 
had not been doing well lately, 
for she made no show ; and Mr. 
Wishard's lucky colours on George 
H. Ketcham seemed to be doing 
the best when Craig Lee chal- 
lenged him in the last hundred 
yards, and won by three parts of 
a length. The winner by Van 
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sounds very Australian, and she 
had run respectably at Sandown 
Park in the Rockery Two- Year- 
Old Race. 

A Hampshire Meeting.— We 

spent three very pleasant days at 
Southampton for the Stockbridge 
Meeting, which was honoured by 
the presence of the Prince of 
Wales, and a more than usual 
distinguished gathering of fair 
women and brave men. The 
Prince was the guest of Mr. 
Wyndham Portal, and came each 
day. Of course, the royal sports- 
man is always a draw, and we 
have not seen the Bibury Club so 
full of members and guests for 
some time. The Prince, the Duke 
of Devonshire, and the Duke of 
Westminster each won two races 
by horses of their own breeding, 
always a most satisfactory circum- 
stance. Courtier and Safety Pin 
were the Prince's two, while the 
two Dukes won with the descend- 
ants of Morion and Blue Green. 
Then Lord Durham won with 
Hellebore, a son of that grand- 
looking, but unlucky horse, Peter 
Flower ; and Mr. Gubbins showed 
us a very promising Kendal colt 
in Galtee More, a name thalt re- 
minds us of Tipperary and the 
"stately (but very wet) Galtees** 
on which we shot grouse in the 
long ago. Galtee More is a very 
good-looking colt, and, as Minstrel 
and Sauce Tartare were behind 
him, he is probably smart. Wor- 
cester was not in the humour in 
the Alington Plate, and Dinna 
Forget squandered his field. Two 
days later we met him at ** lovely 
Lingfield," where he ran a very 
exciting and close race home, 
beating Palace Gate by a head, 
and we were very pleased to see 
Sir John Thursby's CHviger con- 
tinmng his winning career in the 
Imberhorne Plate. He won with 
the greatest ease. 



Lingfield. — We have j ust called 
it '* lovely Lingfield," alliterative, 
but true, which all alliterations are 
not. It is a beautiful spot in that 
garden of loveliness, Surrey, and 
we Londoners ought to be most 
grateful to Providence for provid- 
ing us with such a garden. Is 
there a more beautiful spot, we 
wonder, in that county beautiful ? 
Why do people spend their holidays 
abroad with such holiday grounds at 
their doors ? But, really this won't 
do. We shall be warned off the 
Turf. There is the saddling bell 
for the first race; what do we mean 
by rhapsodising about Surrey when 
we ought to be describing the racing 
and, more important still, the 
market ? We have yielded our 
tribute of admiration to Dinna 
Forget, who began his sequence 
at Ascot, had a break at New- 
market where he ran a wonder- 
fully good second, and then re- 
sumed at Stockbridge and Ling- 
field. The ground was not first- 
rate, and distinctly hard at Ling- 
field, but Dinna Forget didn't 
mind. Over his own course, 
about a mile and a half, we take 
it, handicappers will have a diffi- 
culty in stopping him. Mr. Basset 
is a very fortunate man in the 
matter of horseflesh; Coal Mine, 
the neat little filly that Captain Orr 
Ewing bought at Stockbridge 
after she had won the Danebury 
Plate was beaten at Lingfield by 
the Brenhilda filly, but circum- 
stances alter cases. She was 
running towards her stall and 
corn-bin at Stockbridge, and, per- 
haps she missed her Morny who 
had often ridden her, but he was 
on the winner at Lingfield — such 
is life. 

Comparisons, according to Mrs. 
Malaprop, **are odorous," therefore 
we will not seek to draw any be- 
tween the first and second of the 
Julys. Except that our Prince 
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Royal Cousin of Cambridge, and 
that the club enclosure held all the 
leading Turfites, there was not 
much difference, while the sport 
fared much better than we had an- 
ticipated. The heat was fierce, but 
that a grilling day or two inLondon 
had prepared us for, and there was 
a breeze on the heath which did not 
exist within sound of Bow-bells. 
Though the ground was very 
unlike what the B. M. gener- 
ally is, Aurum did not seem to 
mind it, though, after he had won 
the Irid Plate, both he and the 
second horse, Darnham, pulled up 
leg weary, and Prince SoltykofF 
showed his judgment in not letting 
his horse go, and buying him in 
for 410 gs. Amphora showed us, 
in the Beaufort Stakes, that she is 
fast recovering some of the speed 
she exhibited as a two-year-old. 
She won in a canter from the 
luckless Dumbarton, and probably 
the course has yet to be made that 
will suit Mr. Newton's horse. 
That handsome mare Porte Bon- 
heur was the favourite for the 
All-Aged Selling Plate, but she 
never seemed to be going with 
comfort to herself ; perhaps it was 
the heat. Newmarket took things 
coolly, and won after a good race 
with Maryborough by a neck. 
Newmarket was bought in for 350 
gs., and Captain Machell claimed 
Porte Bonheur. Stewerton and 
Terpsichore II. divided favour- 
itism in the SoltykofF Stakes, but 
the well backed Merle beat them 
both, and those people who took 
note of her good place in the 
British Dominion Stakes, at San- 
down, profited thereby. Balsamo 
coming to the post for the Dul- 
lingham Plate was something of a 
surprise, because we heard he had 
hurt his leg. However, there he 
was looking very well, and, having 
indulged Glow with a good lead, 
he caught her within a quarter of 
a mile from home, and, drawing 



out from Symington, won with 
great ease by three lengths. 
There was a lot of wagering in 
the Juvenile Selling Plate, nearly 
everything being backed, but 
Magnificent settled down favourite 
from Dosia andGraftonBell. Mag- 
nificent, however, seems doomed 
to a career of seconds and thirds, 
and this time she accepted the 
latter position to Grafton Belle 
and Dosia. The winner, who has 
evidently improved, caused plenty 
of competition at the sale, and she 
went to Mr. Walsingham for 50ogs. 
The second day was not so 
oppressive,indeed there was plenty 
of air, and whereas the first day 
had been fatal to backers, only 
one favourite, Balsamo, pulling it 
off — now the bookmakers, as in 
duty bound, suffered, and, with the 
exception of the two last events, 
and then second favourites won, 
backers swept all before them. 
Dancing Wave, though she had 
not been doing very well lately, 
was ** hot '* at 7 to 4, and Joe 
Cannon's stable supplied the 
second favourite in Royal Wings, 
who followed Dancing Wave home, 
as second favourites should,though 
we are inclined to think that, if 
Royal wings had not pecked 
slightly, he might have won. His 
owner, who purchased him the 
same day as Marsh bought Dancing 
Wave, did not give very much for 
the son of Royal Hampton, only 
85 gs. But little fish, an should 
they win, are sweet, the proverb 
says, and so we will hope to con- 
gratulate ** Uncle Joe." The 
Zetland Plate saw Shaddock, with 
15 to 2 on, a very strong favourite ; 
he won, as became his rank and 
character. It immediately oc- 
curred to us that it would be a 
good thing to advise our backing 
friends to put something on him 
for the Leger, when, on turning to 
" Ruff," we found he was not 
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What becomes then of some high 
falutins about ** the strong hand 
of Kingsclere" penned at Ascot 
time, if we forget not. Shaddock 
not in the Leger ! Then why is 
he not ? And echo answers why, 
** The strong hand " is reduced to 
Helm. When Tyranny, in the 
Craven week, made a wretched 
example of Utica, we thought it 
was all up with Mr. Leopold de 
Rothschild's mare. But on her 
six furlongs she can still do well, 
and though she met this afternoon, 
in the July Handicap, foemen 
worthy of her steel in Serfdom, 
she won, after a splendid finish, by 
a head. The Thursday we did 
not stop for. The rain and the 
bitter cold drove us away. 

The "Eclipse." — And that same 
rain haunted us with a fear that the 
ninth Eclipse might prove similar 
to the first one, when Bendigo won 
on a day that was long remem- 
bered for its discomforts. But 
this was not to be. The sun shone, 
the cold winds ceased to cut us, 
and the crowd, a well-dressed one, 
that we found at Waterloo showed 
us what to expect in the way of 
company. The onslaught on the 
first Club Special soon reduced its 
accommodation to " standing room 
only," which was declined with 
thanks. The second Members' 
had more room, but evidently the 
resources of the South- Western 
Railway were being heavily taxed. 
Everyone was there, from the 
Prince of Wales to the recently- 
elected member, and movement 
on the lawn of the Club was diffi- 
cult, while the coaches and other 
vehicles in the coaching enclosure 
were so densely packed that late 
comers had to put up with a posi- 
tion in the rear. 

Accompanying the Prince of 
Wales were the Duchess of Albany 
and Princess Elizabeth of Wal- 
deck-Pyrmont, Prince Charles of 
Denmark, the Duke of Cambridge, 



and Prince Christian. All the 
notabilities in the world of sport, 
fashion, literary and theatrical, 
were apparently present, and, as 
an enumeration of them would 
more than fill our columns, we 
will ask our readers to imagine 
that all the distinguished person- 
ages, the well-known individuals, 
all the pretty women, and a good 
many of the /Idneurs of Hyde Park 
and the Row were emptied into 
the Club enclosure, and then they 
can realise the scene. 

Of course the luncheon-rooms 
were invaded as soon as the first 
special arrived, and between them, 
the coaches, and the private hos- 
pitality, no one, we imagine, was 
sent empty away. Naturally the 
Eclipse was the grand subject of 
discussion, and, though there were 
but four runners, and one of them 
only a pace-maker, yet still the 
market was lively, and there was 
something of a run on Regret. 
When we arrived at Sindown we 
found it was a case of 7 to 4 on 
St. Frusquin and 5 to 2 against 
Regret, a state of things altered 
before the flag fell to 2 to i on Mr. 
Leopold de Rothschild's crack and 
3 to I against Regret. We do not 
believe that any English sports- 
man, however keen he may be, 
likes laying odds, and though 2 to 
I on was not an extravagant price, 
the great B.P. declined to lay it. 
That may account for what we 
have called the run on Regret, 
who did not look, in our opinion, 
so well as he did at Newmarket. 
He certainly was lighter, but there 
was his beautiful action as he can- 
tered, and a horse with action like 
Regret's always fetches us. Troon 
was fitter than he was on the first 
July, but whether his noble owner 
and George Dawson much fancied 
him we cannot say. On the other 
hand, we heard that the Master 
of Kingsclere was very sanguine 
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repeated by those qualified to 
know, we presume such was the 
case. 

After two or three breaks away 
on the part of Labrador and 
Regret, Mr. Coventry despatched 
the quartet, the two last-mentioned 
coming away, with Labrador lead- 
ing and Troon last. As they 
entered the straight the pace- 
maker ran wide, and Regret, dash- 
ing to the front, caused his name 
to be shouted by every tongue, the 
more as T. Loates appeared to 
be driving St. Frusquin. Whether 
he was or not we cannot say for 
certain, but we do know that he 
closed with Regret just outside the 
distance,and that the brief struggle 
was over. Regret began to falter, 
and the favourite, drawing away, 
won easily by a length and a half, 
with Troon a length behind 
Regret. 

The impression the race made 
en us who write these lines was 
that St. Frusquin would win in 
the future, hill or no hill. That he 
will always beat Regret we feel 
sure, but another almost terrible 
thought, one we hardly dare give 
utterance to, entered our minds. 
We were for Persimmon, as some 
of our readers may remember, but 
this win of St. Frusquin to-day 
caused the unbidden thought to 
rise that Persimmon was a very 
lucky horse to have won the 
Derby. That is the thought we 
have called ** terrible," and our 
readers may laugh at us if they 
please. It is ** terrible*' to us; 
it was " terrible " two years ago 
when Isinglass defeated Ladas. 
Perhaps we are over-hasty in 
thinking that Persimmon will find 
his conqueror in the Leger in the 
horse he defeated in the Derby, 
but so it is. We have got it in our 
brain, and have confessed it. St. 
Frusquin made an impression on 
us that afternoon that, often as 
we have seen him win, we never 



felt before. Perhaps we are wrong ; 
We almost hope we are. No one 
likes deserting his first love ; base 
and unworthy conduct is it, so we 
hope we are wrong, but alas ! the 
impression remains. 

Major Owen. — It was a shock 
to us, a great shock, the morning 
we took up the paper that an- 
nounced the death of this gallant 
soldier. He was a sportsman 
also, but we prefer to think of him 
as the brave soldier and organizer 
he was. That his career as a 
sportsman was a high and lofty 
one, goes without saying, but 
though he won the Liverpool on 
Father O'Flynn, this was the 
least, comparatively speaking, of 
poor ** Roddy's" accomplishments. 
We must seek for his record in 
the stormy Chitral campaign, on 
the west coast of Africa, in Lagos 
and the Soudan for his best deeds. 
In fact death seized him, while he, 
a splendid organizer, was engaged 
in preventing the spread of cholera 
among the men under his com- 
mand. We feel sure that Sir 
Frederick Carrington will be one 
of the many who mourn for him. 
Though Sir Frederick is now 
a veteran, and poor ** Roddy " was 
only forty when he was taken, they 
were both born in Cheltenham, 
and must have met even if they 
did not see service together. 
** Poor Roddy." There are many 
who will echo those words, and to 
think that we shall not grasp that 
hand, or to look into that kindly 
and honest face again, is inexpres- 
sibly sad. We desire to express 
our warmest sympathy with his 
brother and the family. 

The Peterborough Shows.— 
Peterborough quite kept up its re- 
putation on the occasion of the 
show of horses and hounds, and 
everyone who attended them pro- 
bably came away more impressed 
than ever with the idea that Peter- 
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as one of the best-managed, shows 
in England. Unluckily, the Malton 
Show clashed with it, or it with 
Malton, with the inevitable result 
that many of the Yorkshire horses 
were kept away. Nevertheless, 
without the absentees, there was 
quite a brave show, and the 
hunters were very good ; but in 
many cases the judging at the 
Royal was completely knocked on 
the head. This, however, is by 
no means to be regretted, for, if 
one horse were only to go out to 
win, perhaps most of us would not 
care very much about attending 
shows. We should take the prize 
Hst as read, and be content to 
know that this or that famous 
horse swept the board all the way 
round. The three-yeat-old hunters 
were altogether quite a promising 
class, and everyone had a' good 
word for the winner of the first 
prize — Mr. John's Ruy Bias, by 
the Compton Stud horse. Friar 
Rush. Mr. Danby's Daisy, who 
was second in the filly class at 
Leicester, now got no higher than 
the reserve. In the 15 st. class 
the chief honours rested with 
Messrs. Mason and Brown's Mid- 
night, who followed up his Rich- 
mond success, and, on the whole, 
he deserved his place. At the 
Surrey Show, Mr. Stokes's 
Neasden was hardly looked at. 
At Leicester he took third prize ; 
and at Peterborough, when shown 
in the middle-weight class, he was 
placed first. The curious thing 
about this is that at Leicester he 
was shown in the class for those 
able to carry 15 st. and upwards, 
and at Peterborough he was 
among those up from 13^ st. to 
15 St., the logical deduction being 
that he could not have been in his 
place in both classes. Either he 
was not up to enough weight at 
the one, or else he had a bit in 
hand at the other show, in which 
case he must have been at an ad- 



vantage with some of his rivals. 
But this is one of the little tangles 
one occasionally meets with at 
horse shows. 

In the light-weight class another 
measure of success attended Mr. 
Stokes's Athboy, who was first in 
his class and champion at Rich- 
mond. He is certainly a very 
nice horse, and looks like carrying 
a 12 St. man comfortably; while, 
in the four-year-old class, Mr. 
Bradley's Sultan took first prize. 
The local classes were not at all 
bad, while, of course, as Peter- 
borough may be said to be in the 
middle of the Hackney district, the 
latter were very good. Sir Walter 
Gilbey's Lady Keyingham scored 
another victory in a strong brood 
mare class, Mr. Galbraith's Ulrica 
being second, and Mr. Temple's 
beautiful mare. Lady Dereham, 
third. In the stallion class there 
was another feather in the cap 
of the defunct Danegelt, as his 
son Dignity, belonging to Mr. 
Charrington, was placed first, while 
the young stock was also pretty 
good. In the hack and harness 
classes any number of old friends 
came out, and most of the well- 
known prize - winners scored, 
though, of course, not always in 
their previous orders. 

Peterborough Fox Hound 
Show. — On such a piping hot 
day as Wednesday, the 8th July, 
the very sight of a red' coat was 
enough to throw one into a fever ; 
and, much as one admires orthodox 
hunting dress, one could not help 
pitying those who had to wear it 
on such a sultry day. We are 
given to regard the hound show 
as quite a feature in the dead 
season ; but the fact is that the 
general public — the rank and file 
of hunting men and women — do 
not patronise it to any great 
extent. The inclosure in which 
the show is held is not a very 
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out the hunt servants and masters 
of hounds, past and present, there 
are not many left, having regard 
to the enormous number of people 
who hunt. There is a good deal 
more interest taken in the horses. 
Everyone was delighted to find 
that Col. Anstruther Thomson 
was able to be present ; but one 
missed the Earl of Macclesfield, 
who has seldom been absent. Mr. 
Thomas Parrington had journeyed 
from his Yorkshire home, and, 
among other M.F.H.*s, past and 
present, one saw the proudest of 
the year — Sir Watkin Wynn ; the 
Marquis of Huntly, who proposed 
the continuance at Peterborough 
of the shows previously organ- 
ised in Yorkshire by Mr. Parr- 
ington ; the Marquis of Wor- 
cester, the Marquis of Zetland, 
the Earl of Lonsdale, Lord Wil- 
loughby de Broke, Sir Gilbert 
Greenall, Mr. F. Ames, Mr. Femie, 
Mr. Joshua Fielden, Mr. Gerald 
Hardy, Lord Harrington, Lord 
Chesham, Lord Yarborough, Mr. 
Wickstead, Mr. Straker, Mr. 
Wharton, Sir H. Langham, Mr. 
Chandos Pole, Mr. Carnegie, 
Major Ricardo, Mr. Cecil Legard, 
Captain Beatty, Captain Brown- 
ing, Mr. W. Wroughton, Mr. Rig- 
den, Mr. Sworder, Mr. Wrangham, 
Major Wickham, Mrs. Cheape, 
&c. 

The judges, whose task nobody 
can envy on these occasions, were 
Sir Reginald Graham, Mr. Row- 
land Hunt, and Mr. C. B. E. 
Wright, who brought to bear all 
their knowledge of hounds, and 
no one questioned the soundness 
of their decisions. Speaking 
generally, the young hounds were 
nothing out of the common ; but 
those of more mature years were 
as good as ever. A round dozen 
kennels sent representatives for 
the young class, and couples 
coming from some establishments. 
The Oakley have so often held 



their own at Peterborough that no 
one was surprised to see them win 
in the young class on this occa- 
sion. The special prize was taken 
by the Pytchley Marksman — a 
hound of which Mr. Wroughton 
may well be proud. Mr. Austin 
Mackenzie's skill in the matter 
of hound- breeding has long been 
acknowledged, and he met his 
reward in the two-couple class 
and in the competition for the 
President's prize of three couples. 
The Champion Cup, the gift of 
Mr. C. B. E. Wright, was 
awarded without any hesitation 
to the Warwickshire Tancred, a 
really beautiful hound ; while, in 
the stallion class, victory rested 
with Mr. Fernie's Ringwood. 

The bitches were very good, 
and Mr. Mackenzie's unentered 
hounds were much admired, while 
the Dumfriesshire, Warwickshire, 
and Oakley did not go empty 
away. 

Drlying Meets.— Since the last 
number of Baily appeared three 
driving meets have taken place. 
The first was on the last Saturday 
in June, but, as that is now ancient 
history, it may be dismissed with 
a few words. On that day the 
Coaching Club turned out for 
their second meeting, the locus in 
quo being the Horse Guards' 
Parade. Twenty-eight coaches 
were drawn up in line, most 
having appeared at one or other 
of the previous meets. On this 
occasion, Major Goodriche Allfrey 
appeared with his browns, while 
Mr. Phipps, of the Sportsman 
Coach, who came up at a gallop 
at the last moment, made his first 
appearance with a very nice team 
of black-browns. Lord Wands- 
worth, too, was out. Of the 
twenty-eight teams ten were 
brown and nine were bays, the 
others being chesnuts, roans, and 
mixed. Shortly after a quarter 
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signal to start, and the coaches 
went up the Mall, in Hyde Park, 
for the Ranelagh Club, where 
driving competitions took place, 
Mr. Charlesworth winning both. 

Then, on the 4th of July (Inde- 
pendence Day), the Americans re- 
sident in London, for the second 
time, organised a meet at the 
Magazine in Hyde Park. Con- 
venient as are the light American 
carriages, it must be confessed 
that they are not so imposing as 
a number of the private drags. 
Last year's meeting was almost 
an impromptu affair, but this time 
there was more time at the dis- 
posal of the Executive, so the 
arrangements were of a very much 
more complete character. Mr. 
Swann made a capital Chairman 
of Committee, and Mr. Webb was 
an energetic Hon. Secretary. 
There were five pairs of horses, 
one tandem, and about eighteen 
vehicles drawn by one horse. Mr. 
Walter Winans, whose feats at 
revolver shooting have been so 
often chronicled, drove a very 
funny carriage, which the builders 
call a ** Michigan bike." It is 
almost like a piece of a sculling 
wager-boat on wheels, and very 
small wheels they are, but they 
have pneumatic tyres ; and the 
whole concern is so light that it 
was said a horse did a mile with it 
in 2 min. 12 sec. If, however, 
size was lacking on the part of 
Mr. Winans' carriage, his horse 
made ample amends, for he must 
have been something like 16 hands 
high, while the carriage was about 
16 inches. How far the theory of 
draught is concerned is another 
matter altogether, but still this 
gigantic beast drew the little toy 
without the least exertion. There 
were two - wheeled and four- 
wheeled vehicles, with hoods 
and without, while several of 
them were so built as to lock 
quite round ; but, of course, the 



height of the front wheels had to 
be sacrificed. At one o'clock, a 
procession was formed for a drive 
round the Park, Mr. Swann lead- 
ing. The coachmen then returned 
over the Serpentine Bridge, re- 
formed at the Magazine, and, 
after wishing each other good day, 
dispersed, some of the vehicles 
taking another turn round the 
Park. 

On Thursday, July gth, the last 
day of Henley Regatta, the mem- 
bers of the Four-inHand Club 
foregathered at the Horse' Guards' 
Parade at six o'clock in the even- 
ing, as is their custom when they 
meet for the last time, preparatory 
to driving down to the Crystal 
Palace for dinner, and to have a 
look at the fireworks. Although 
the season's work has made some- 
thing of a demand upon the dif- 
ferent coach studs, no fewer than 
twenty-four members turned out, 
and there was an enormous crowd 
to look on. Colonel Somerset, 
who always makes a race for 
punctuality with Baron Deich- 
mann, was first on the ground, 
the Baron following just after- 
wards. Lord Henry Vane 
Tempest (bays), Mr. Chandos 
Pole (chesnuts). Lord William 
Beresford (three chesnuts and a 
grey), Mr. W. H. Grenfell (bay 
and brown). Major Shuttleworth 
(browns). Sir Savile Crossley 
(bays). Sir Henry Meysey Thomp- 
son (browns), the Duke of 
Portland (black - browns). Major 
Cunninghame (bays). Colonel 
Eaton (bays), Mr. Colston 
(black-browns). General Dickson 
(browns), and the Duke of Marl- 
borough (three bays and a brown) 
were also present. The regi- 
mental coach of the 2nd Life 
Guards, driven by Colonel Neeld 
(browns) ; of the 2nd Bn. Grena- 
dier Guards, driven by Mr. Hey- 
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Captain Fitzgerald, made up the 
parade, and, at a few minutes past 
six, in the cool of the evening, they 
started for the Palace. 

The Crystal Palaoe Horse 
Show. — It was an excellent idea 
on the part of Mr. Gillman, the 
general manager of the Crystal 
Palace, to hold an open-air horse 
show. In the sports arena (which 
was once the lake) there is an ideal 
site for a show ; plenty of room 
for any number of visitors, and 
plenty of space for the longest 
striding hunter to extend himself. 
It would have been better if the 
show could have been held earlier 
in the season, as by the time July 
comes round the more prominent 
show horses have measured their 
strength in several arenas, conse- 
quently competition is a little at a 
discount, though, thanks to the 
uncertainty of the show ring, there 
are always some surprises for 
visitors and exhibitors. The 
champion of one show has to 
take a back seat at another, and 
some passed-over animal is put in 
a prominent place. The 15-stone 
hunters scarcely numbered a 
dozen, but there were some nice 
horses among them, and the 
winner, Mr. Stokes's grey Wind- 
fall, is a hunter all over, although 
he did not move quite as freely 
as he might. Mr. John's Bird 
Catcher, who came second, is also 
a very nice horse ; and Messrs. 
Mason and Brown's Midnight, 
who has attained to championship 
honours, was third. In the under 
15-stone class Sea Kale, now the 
property of Mr. John, took first 
prize, the same owner being very 
much in evidence in the four-year- 
old class, and he was first and 
second with Gendarme and 
Mikado, a couple of good-looking 
chestnuts, while in the novice class 
Meteor, owned by Messrs. Mason 
and Brown, was successful. The 
hack classes introduced us to a 



new candidate in Mr. Ansell's 
Connaught, who scored several 
wins ; but in the main the prizes 
in the riding and driving classes 
went to well-known horses, Lord 
Bath, Duke of York, County 
Gentleman, and Country Gentle- 
man gaining their usual distinc- 
tion. 

Rowing. — ** Royal " in every 
sense of the word was the Henley 
gathering of last month, and the 
full measure of its unquaHfied 
success will have to be written in 
red letters by future aquatic 
historians. Asa popular spectacle, 
the regatta certainly beat its own 
record, just as it did in the number 
of entries. Thanks to the untir- 
ing energy of the Stewards and 
the ever-popular Secretary (Mr. J. 
F. Cooper), everything passed off 
without a hitch, the arrangements 
being perfect. Two drawbacks, 
however, were to the fore beyond 
their jurisdiction, (a) the preva- 
lence of a ** bushes wind ** on the 
Wednesday and Thursday, which 
placed the Berks station crews 
at a great disadvantage ; (b) the 
wilful encroachment upon the line 
of battle of certain pleasure craft. 
The first-named grievance was 
very marked this year, and it is 
generally hoped that the stewards 
will do something to rectify, or, at 
least, minimise this glaring inequal- 
ity of stations ere 1897. ^^ more 
events than one, the best crews 
were put altogether out of court, 
owing to the vagaries of Rude 
Boreas, and the sooner some 
alteration is devised the better, 
for very sport's sake. As regards 
the encroachment of craft, it 
seems the concensus of opinion 
that those who wittingly err in 
this direction should be made a 
public example of. And so say 
we. To general regret, the Dutch 
crew were unable to come over 
after all, yet the meeting was 
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American, French, Irish, and — 
for the first time in the history 
of the regatta — Welsh exponents 
did battle in the various events. 
Coming, as he did, with such a 
brilliant reputation, the exposition 
of Dr. McDowell in the ** Dia- 
monds*' was wofuUy disappointing, 
but the game showing of the Yale 
University crew for the ** Grand " 
was well worthy the ovation they 
received. The French crew, also, 
gave a vastly superior exhibition 
of form to that of 1895, ^^® "^^y 
they polished off Molesey in the 
semi-final of the ** Thames " being 
received with enthusiasm all down 
the line. Although final success 
did not crown the efforts of the 
foreign division in any one in- 
stance, yet — 

** Belter to have come and lost 
Than never to have come at all/* 

was the feeling universally ex- 
pressed. Idle to talk of tabooing 
foreign entries in the future, as 
the desire of some is, or to 
endeavour to get up fictitious 
sympathy for a purely insular 
meeting. It can't be done. After 
all, party feeling is the true main- 
spring of life, and party success 
the pleasure above all others. If 
you cannot contribute, you can at 
least share it. International com- 
petition has ever been ** caviare 
to the public " in this country, or, 
at any rate, to that portion of it 
which annually foregathers in 
Henley's fair reach, and there is 
hardly likely to be a repetition of 
any such suggestion. But to the 
racing. For the ** Grand " — the 
proudest trophy any amateur eight 
can win — seven crews did battle, 
and, by the irony of fate, Yale and 
Leander were drawn together. 
Naturally, interest centred chiefly 
upon this meeting, for was it not 
an International tussle in excelsisj 
and a battle of styles into the 
bargain ! Leander won easily by 
li lengths in 7 niin. 14 sec, as all 



the world now knows. Starting 
badly, as in all their practice work, 
the Americans rowed a fairly long 
stroke to Fawley, but then got 
very short, more from exhaustion 
than anything else. They per- 
severed in the gamest possible 
manner, however, right to the 
bitter end, never losing their form, 
but at the finish were utterly used 
up. It was some little time ere 
they could leave their boathouse. 
So easily had New College 
(Oxford^ smothered Trinity Hall 
(Cambridge), the holders, in Heat 
II., that they were made hot 
favourites for the final, their 
meeting with Leander on Wed- 
nesday being one of the tit-bits 
of the carnival. It was a magni- 
ficent struggle, but the Berks 
station told the inevitable tale, 
with a nasty wind prevailing, and 
Leander just got home by half a 
a length in 7 min. 6 sec. New 
College was, by common consent, 
one of the speediest crews ever 
seen at Henley,yet to giveLeander 
an advantage of fully two lengths 
was a pretty large order, even for 
them. The last-named won the 
final, anyhow, from the Thames 
R.C. eight, in 7 min. 43 sec, but 
whether they were a better com- 
bination than New College will 
always remain a moot point. A 
big entry was received for the 
'* Ladies," which Eton won for 
the fourth successive year, from 
Balliol (Oxford), in 8 min. 6 sec 
Both Rudley and the Bedford 
Grammar School boys gave a 
brilliant exposition, but Trinity 
Hall (Cambridge) and Jesus 
(Oxford) — of whom much was 
expected — cut up rather feebly, we 
thought. Why not resuscitate 
the old-time and very popular 
Public Schools Cup Competition ? 
was a query pertinently asked in 
many quarters. Nine crews con- 
tested the ** Thames " event, the 
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lesson as to what can be accom- 
plished with swivel rowlocks. 
Although they had only been 
together for a few days, they 
showed capital form, rowing 
steadily, evenly, and with great 
power. Ringing cheers greeting 
their two-fold victory over Trinity 
College (Dublin) and the favour- 
ites, Molesey. Many folk fancied 
them for the final, but the Berks 
station handicapped them severely 
off Fawley, and they succumbed 
to Emmanuel (Cambridge) in 
8 min. 7 sec. The Metro- 
politan division were unco* dis- 
appointing in this race. The 
'* Stewards," the premier four- 
oared contest, may be dismissed 
in very few words, as none of 
their rivals were able to extend, 
let alone beat, the London crew, 
stroked by Guy Nickalls. Thus 
the holders had a very easy time 
of it. The same may be said of 
the "Goblets," as the famous 
brothers Nickalls simply romped 
home from Pitman and Crum, 
the Oxonians, in the final, thereby 
retaining the handsome Challenge 
Cup given by their father, Mr. 
Tom Nickalls, for another year. 
London (holders), seated exactly 
in the same order as in 1895, were 
deemed '* good business " for the 
" Wy folds," especially after their 
victory over the Kingston men in 
the preliminaries. That fatal 
Berks station again upset calcula- 
tions, however, as Trinity(Oxford) 
gained such an advantage up to 
Fawley, that they were enabled to 
just squeeze home in 8 min. 4isec., 
the brilliant finish of the holders 
despite. For the "Visitors," a 
purely university contest, another 
fine finish was witnessed in the 
final, *twixt Caius (Cambridge) 
and Magdalen (Oxford), the Light 
Blues gaining a popular victory 
by a length, in 8 min. 29 sec. 
Excitement galore was evinced 
over the "Diamonds," for, amongst 



others, the Amateur Champions 
of England and America threw 
down the gauntlet to the Hon. 
R. Guinness, the holder. Vivian 
Nicholls had been sculling better 
than ever before in practice, and 
his tussle with Guinness was a 
memorable one. For about a 
mile the pace was a cracker, liter- 
ally, by the way, as after just 
leading at Fawley, Nickalls had 
had enough, and his rival went on 
and won by four lengths, in 9 min. 
19 sec. McDowell, the American, 
easily disposed of the younger 
Guinness,in Heat I IL, so easily, in 
factjthat not a few experts thought 
he had a good deal up his sleeve. 
Others, however, doubted his 
ability to carry off the trophy 
in the face of his un-orthodox 
style: hardly any body-swing, and 
far too much arm work. The 
latter theory turned out correct, 
as in his next essay, against 
R. K. Beaumont — a rising Mid- 
land sculler of repute — the Eng- 
lishman had him settled at three- 
quarters of a mile, and won as he 
Uked in 9 min. 48 sec. Various 
excuses have been urged re this 
easy defeat of the American cham- 
pion and record-holder by his 
friends, "climatic change" amongst 
others ; but we had it from the 
genial Dr.*s own mouth, prior to 
the race, that never had he felt 
so fit or confident of success be- 
fore. In the final, Guinness, pre- 
sumably, had to put in all he knew 
to beat Beaumont, albeit the latter 
had the worst station. We say 
presumably, because you never 
can tell from the Old Etonian's 
easy and deceptive style whether 
he is hard pressed or not. Any- 
way, after leading by a few feet 
at the top of the Island, and a 
little less at Fawley, thence- 
forward he began slowly but 
surely to go away, and eventually 
won by two lengths in 9 min. 35 
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made of the fine form shown by 
S. Swann, the old Cantab Blue, 
and H. T. Blackstaffe (Vesta 
R.C.) in the preliminaries. The 
first-named had long been absent 
from class contests, and the latter 
gentleman was no end " seedy," 
hence their plucky exposition was 
all the more meritorious. Messrs. 
F. Willan (O.U.B.C.) and F. [. 
Pitman (C.U.B.C.), the umpires, 
got off every single event with 
laudable promptitude — this is al- 
ways a feature of the Henley 
meeting — and it will be seen that 
they were pretty equitably dis- 
tributed on the whole. Yet the 
names of such hitherto prominent 
clubs as the Thames, Molesey, 
Trinity Hall (Cambridge), &c., 
were markedly unlucky this year. 
Now for a sequence of important 
meetings all over the country — 
Wingfield Sculls (Amateur Cham- 
pionship of England), Metropoli- 
tan Regatta, &c., to wit — all of 
which shall receive attention in 
the next issue of good old Baily. 
So much for matters amateur. 
The great event in the professional 
world since our last has been the 
Stanbury v, Harding match for 
/"i,ooo and the Championship of 
the World, over the time-honoured 
course from Putney to Mortlake. 
The Australian's fame is known 
unto all men, but so brilliantly 
had Harding performed against 
all sorts and conditions of opposi- 
tion of recent years, that EngHsh- 
men looked confidently forward to 
his bringing the coveted honour 
back to the Old Country. *Twas 
not to be, however, as Stanbury 
led from the first stroke, and won 
in a hack canter by six lengths in 
21 min. 51 sec. We watched the 
race from a vantage post in an ac- 
companying steamer, and, truth to 
say, the superiority of the Corn- 
stalk was made manifest in the 
very first minute. We all knew 
that pace was Stanbury 's great 



point, but his wondrous speed was 
a revelation, even to his friends. 
He completed the first mile in 
4 min. 28 sec, and shot Hammer- 
smith Bridge in the grand time of 
8 min. 17 sec, and there is no 
doubt that, had he felt so inclined, 
all records for the course would 
have been knocked into a cocked 
hat. It was a David and Goliath 
sort of contest in more senses than 
one, for, although Harding rowed 
as gamely as ever, he was fairly 
outclassed on the day from pillar 
to post. Englishmen may lay the 
flattering unction to their souls 
that, as amateurs, they still rule 
the roast in acquatics, but it is 
pretty evident that the hour of 
professional triumph thuswise is 
not yet. 

Sport at the UniYersities. — 
The academical year for 1895-6 
is now a matter of history. Right 
away to the fag-end of summer 
term, and — to be precise— beyond, 
sport, fast and furious, exercised 
both Light and Dark Blues alike, 
and that, too, of eventful nature. 
**Drybobs" assembled in their 
thousands, at Lord's, on the oc- 
casion of the 69th annual inter- 
'Varsity cricket tussle, the meeting 
fully maintaining its re putation as 
the most fashionable /unction of 
the year. It was marked, also, by 
an all-round exposition of the 
game of exceeding high calibre. 
Previous to entering the field, 
either team had played nine trial 
matches, with the following re- 
cords : — 

Won. Lost. Drawn. 

Oxford .. 6 .. a .. t 
Cambridge .. 4 .. 3 .. a 

hence the Dark Blues did so 
slightly favourites. But the Can- 
tabs had shown such amazing 
batting prowess in their later 
engagements, that ** whoever wins 
the toss will win the match also '* 
was the general opinion. This 
was falsified in the result, as 
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by four wickets, thanks to the 
superb batting of the eleventh- 
hour choice, G. O. Smith, who 
contributed a brilliant 132 in their 
second innings. Details will 
doubtless receive due attention 
elsewhere. 

Other inter- 'Varsity competi- 
tions, since our last, have fallen out 
with the variation we predicted. A 
goodly number of enthusiasts 
witnessed theLawnTennisMatches 
at Queen's Club, when the Light 
Blues proved irresistable simply, 
winning both Doubles and Singles 
by nine matches to love. Speaking 
advisedly, we deem the Cantab 
team about as good as any seen 
in opposition from the Universities 
since first the game started. The 
annual Polo Match at Hurlingham 
created no small interest, as it 
was well known that the rival 
teams were well matched. They 
took the field thus : — 

Oxford. 
Mr. H. B. Cardwell (back). 
Mr. R. H. Ward. 
Mr. P. W. Nicholls. 
Lord Villiers. 

Cambridge. 
Mr. Freke (back). 
Mr. H. S. McCorquodale. 
Mr. J. B. Hermon. 
Mr. Pease. 

and, after a keen and exciting 
contest, Cambridge won by 6 
goals to 4. Both " backs " were 
immense, but where each exponent 
played up for all he was worth 
invidious comparison would be out 
of place. A large company wit- 
nessed the Tennis Competitions, 
at Lord's, from the Dedans and 
side gallery. P. W. Cobbold 
(Cambridge) and R. H. Hotham 
(Oxford) did battle in the Singles, 
the Cantab outplaying his rival by 
3 sets to love. In the Doubles, 
Cobbold and E. Talbot (Cam- 
bridge) met Hotham and R. A. 
Bayley (Oxford), and again the 



Dark Blues went down with great 
slaughter, to exactly the same 
extent. Oxford emerged from the 
inter-'Varsity swimming contests 
victorious, gaining two events 
right out and dead-heating in the 
third, at the Buckingham Street 
Baths, London. They also showed 
marked superiority at Water- Polo, 
and, with decent luck, their score 
of 3 goals to I should have been 
much greater, their skipper, E. L. 
Langdon (Exeter), playing a very 
fine game throughout. The annual 
Cycling contests were held on the 
famous Wood Green track (Lon- 
don) this year, and ended in a win 
forCambridge on aggregate points. 
L. Kenny (Corpus), for the Light 
Blues, and E. Nesbett (Christ 
Church) for the Oxonians showed 
splendid form, but the others were 
somewhat disappointing after 
earlier doughty deeds. At Bisley, 
the Cantabs revenged their 1895 
defeat in the Humphry Challenge 
Cup, after an exciting tussle, by 
4 points only ! Cambridge put on 
a grand total of 742, excelling at 
the short ranges ; and Oxford oiie 
of 738, evincing great superiority 
at the longer ditto. Another keen 
and exciting match took place for 
the Chancellor's Plate. 

University men are wont to refer 
to the pages of the '* old green 
cover," for reliable records and 
comments pertaining to their 
favourite sports and pastimes, 
hence, according to annual custom, 
we now give a complete record of 
inter-'Varsityevents for the year : — 

Cross Country Cambridt;e . .23 poinds to 32. 

Rugby Football . . . .Cambridge . . i goaI(5 points. 

to nil.) 

Association ditto . . . .Oxford i goaf to nil. 

Hockey Cambridge . .3 zoals to i. 

Golf Draw 4 holes all. 

Billiards (Single). . . .Cambridge . . 168 points. 
Billiards (Double) . .Cambridge . .64 points. 
Point to Point Steeplechase 

Oxford.. on aggregate points. 
Athletic Sports . . . .Cambridge . . s evenis to 4. 

Boh t Race Oxford {of a length. 

Chess Oxford 4 games to 3. 

Racquets (Single) . . Oxford 3 games to o. 

Racquets (Double) . .Oxford 4 games to 2. 

Lawn Tennis (Singles) Cambridge. .9 gtme< to o. 
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Water Polo Oxford 3 goals to i. 

Swimming Oxford easily. 

Cycling Cambridge on aggregate pts. 

Cridcet Oxford 4 wickets. 

Tennis (Singles) ....Cambridge .. 3 sells to love. 
Tennis (Doubles). . . .Cambridge . . 3 setts to love. 

Polo Cambridge ..6 goals to 4. 

cu .• J Humphry Cup—Cambridge 4 pts. 
Sbooimg^ Chancellors Plate— Cambridge 38 pts. 

Total.. Oxford, 9; Cambridge 14, ; Drawn, 1. 

A feature of the academical year 
has been the large number of 
prominent sportsmen who have 
appeared in the Honours List at 
both Universities, from the Senior 
Wrangler at Cambridge down- 
wards. This is proof positive 
that your 'Varsity athlete does not 
live for sport alone, as certain 
grandmotherly folk seem to ima- 
gine, and is a fitting termination 
to another year*s judicious alterna- 
tion of thew and thought. Now, 
having travelled together for very 
many months, we must say au 
revoir until October next, when, if 
fortune's no niggardly giver, we 
shall meet again to discuss another 
period of exciting sport and pas- 
time at our premier Universities. 

Polo.— The chief event of the 
polo season is over. The Inter- 
Regimental Cup has been won. 
Though undoubtedly the victory 
of the 9th Lancers was not alto- 
gether expected, I can see no 
reason why it should not have 
been, since the known form of the 
gth up to the date of the tourna- 
ment was certainly the best. On 
Saturday, the 27th ultimo, both 
the 9th Lancers and the loth 
Hussars played trial matches 
against club teams at Hurlingham 
and Ranelagh respectively. The 
trial teams were so equal that, had 
they been announced to play to- 
gether, it would have been difficult 
indeed to say which would have 
won. The 9th Lancers won their 
game and the loth Hussars lost 
theirs, but both played well, and 
there was not much to choose be- 
tween them, so far as one could 
judge. Of the 13th Hussars, the 
winners of last year, little was 



known, except that they were 
short of ponies and had not played 
together much. Captain MacLaren 
having been away from the regi- 
ment on the staff. 

Of the other teams, also, not 
much was known, except of the 
4th Hussars. The last were good ; 
indeed a team with players like 
Captain Hoare and Mr. Churchill 
can hardly fail to be good, but 
their back is hardly yet sure 
enough for a winning team in a 
great tournament. They would 
be near, men said, but would not 
quite do it, and so it proved. 
The 8th Hussars, the ist Life 
Guards, and the Royal Horse 
Guards were all out of form. The 
Royal Artillery showed us the 
best team we have seen for years, 
and they would have done better 
if they had not made a change in 
their forward at the last moment. 
Granted that one man is better 
than another, yet a player in 
practice, riding his own ponies, is 
likely to be more useful than an- 
other who is out of practice and 
mounted on strange ponies. A 
lesson that captains of sides and 
polo committees have not yet 
learned is that the unity of a 
team is of more importance than 
the individual excellence or bril- 
liancy of the players, with the ex- 
ception of the back, whose back- 
handers must be above suspicion. 
A weak defence is almost certain 
defeat. Then there were the In- 
niskillings, who in my opinion 
were the second best team of the 
tournament. They played together 
nearly as well as the 13th, and hit 
harder. They played a bolder 
and more dashing game than the 
13th, and were surer than the 
loth. They are heavy men, too, 
and strong, and Captain Reming- 
ton, as back, and Mr. Ansell — 
whom I have not seen before as 
forward — played particularly well ; 
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mount, and in my opinion they 
had the wrong sort of ponies. If 
you were a millionaire, and had 
three years or so to do it in, you 
might mount the Inniskilling team 
on suitable weight carriers, but 
these conditions being presumably 
absent, surely instead of trying 
for ponies up to weight, and only 
getting coarse and soft-hearted 
ones, the better plan would be to 
try light thoroughbred ponies and 
have a good many of them. Blood 
will gallop under the heaviest 
man for ten minutes. The Innis- 
killings lost their match against 
the 13th partly because their 
ponies could not turn quick enough 
under the weights they carried, 
and partly because — well, some 
one blundered, and we need not 
go into a matter which will doubt- 
less attract the attention of the 
Hurlingham Committee. The 
tournament itself was a most 
brilliant one, and never have I 
seen so many well-fought games 
in the course of a single contest. 
The final game was worthy of the 
rest. The features of the tourna- 
ment were the rise of the Innis- 
killings and the collapse of the 
loth, who were favourites in con- 
sequence of having played a fine 
trial against a strong Freebooter 
team on the previous Saturday. 

The loth were a capital team, 
well together and well mounted, 
but they were stale on the day. 
They are not a very strong team 
physically, and they over-tasked 
themselves by playing a series of 
seven trial matches before the 
tournament. No team should 
play more than one trial match 
against a first-class team, and 
that not later than say the Thurs- 
day before the tournament. The 
tournament was a hard one for 
ponies, and the 9th were wise to 
buy three of Lord Harrington's 
ponies in the course of the week. 
I suppose that few people thought, 

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when the hammer fell and old 
Cyclops was bought,that he carried 
the Inter-Regimental Cup with 
him. But so it was, for the fine 
condition of the 9th ponies told 
much at the close of the game, 
and enabled them to win from the 
13th, whose ponies, reduced to 
eight by accidents and hard play, 
were thoroughly leg- weary. Even 
my old friend ** Susie *' was done 
to a turn. 

On the Saturday before the 
tournament, the Final of the 
Ranelagh Open Tournament was 
played on the old ground at that 
club. It was won by the Free- 
booters, with a fine team, against 
the loth Hussars. The game 
was one of the best and fastest of 
the season, and I expect that the 
tournament will, in the future, 
take a high place among the con- 
tests of the year. There were 
several good games in the course 
of the tournament, but the Free- 
booter team was marked out for 
victory from the very first. I am 
inclined to think that a recognised 
handicap is much wanted at polo. 
It has happened more than once 
this year that first-class teams 
have had to withdraw from tour- 
nament contests because their 
presence has frightened away 
other teams. This, though very 
sporting on the part of the team 
that withdraws, is not a desirable 
state of things. The Hurlingham 
Club have at last decided to 
measure all ponies, and have 
appointed Captain F. Herbert 
official measurer. Lord Harring- 
ton has sold his ponies, and it is 
said that he contemplates retiring 
from the game. If this should be 
true, it will be one of the greatest 
losses suffered by polo for many 
years. Let us hope that rumour 
111 lI."^ case is twt true, and that 
we may see Lord ^Huriington 
playing in the future as well as 
ever. 

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Going back still further in the 
month, we find that the Stock 
Exchange proved themselves to 
be very strong. They put an ex- 
cellent team into the field for the 
Open Tournament, consisting of 
Mr. G. Sheppard, Mr. Gerald 
Gold, Mr. E. B. Sheppard, and 
Mr. Walter Buckmaster. The 
two latter are well-known to all 
readers of Baily, and Mr. Gerald 
Gold, though a younger polo 
maji, is one who, with practice 
and time, is likely to go far and to 
take rank among good players. 

The Polo Pony Stud Book 
Society have appointed Sir Walter 
Gilbey as their president, and 
added Mr. Tresham Gilbey to their 
Council. 

Saturday, the i8th ultimo, saw 
the final struggle at Ranelagh of 
the International Tournament 
between an American and a 
Buenos Aires Team. Although 
in the first period the Americans 
had much the best of it the 
Buenos Aires men pulled them- 
selves together in the second 20 
minutes, and were declared the 
winners by six goals t o five. Play- 
ing for America were Mr. Mc- 
Creery, Mr. Mackey, Mr. Wright, 
and Mr. Wheeler (back), and for 
Buenos Aires were Mr. F. Furber, 
Mr. Smyth, Mr. Newman Smith, 
and Mr. Scott-Robson (back). 
A match between White's Club 
and a home team followed, and the 
visitors, who were represented by 
Lord Harrington, Captain Fitz- 
gerald, Mr. G. A. Miller, and Sir 
Humphrey de Trafford (back), 
defeated their opponents by eight 
goals to two. For Ranelagh were 
playing Captain Fenwick, Mr. 
Rose, Lord Shrewsbury, and Mr. 
Barnes (back). 

The Stanstead and the Liverpool 
Clubs met to decide the contest 
for the County Cup, at Hurling- 
ham, on the i8th ultimo, and, as 
I predicted, the former proved to 



be the stronger team. Playing 
for Stanstead were Mr. G. Gold, 
Mr. A. Gold, Mr. Guy Gilbey, 
and Mr. Buckmaster (back) ; 
while Liverpool was represented 
by Mr. Pilkington, Mr. R. Court, 
Mr. A Tyrer, and Major W. H. 
Walker (back). The latter team 
proved to be formidable opponents, 
and the game was keenly contested 
throughout. Stanstead, however, 
had the best of it, and eventually 
won the Cup by seven goals to 
four. The umpires were Sir 
Humphrey de Trafford, Captain 
Herbert, Mr. Savory, and Mr. T. 
Dryborough. 

Yachting. — Though the coming 
carnival at Cowes will not be 
marked by an attendance of the 
royalties equal to that of several 
past years, there is every proba- 
bility that, with a continuance of 
the almost supernal sunshine that 
has prevailed during the season, 
the racing events to be contested 
for on the Solent's wide water- 
way will stand as a record in 
regard to public interest. 

The matchless way in which 
the Meteor has outsailed her 
rivals has brought about an 
interest all its own in connection 
with one event in particular — the 
race for the Queen's Cup, mainly 
from the fact that the contest will 
take place over the finest course 
in the world — round the Isle of 
Wight — to test the general sailing 
and weathering qualities of a 
racer. As the Meteor has been 
with the exception of one event the 
first to sail up to the winning 
gun in every race in which she 
has taken part, though losing a 
trio of contests by a few seconds 
through having to give away time 
allowance, the Kaiser's cutter 
seems destined to once again take a 
trophy, given by the Queen, from 
the Solent to the Spree. 

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season's end, there might be a 
strong wind prevailing on the 
occasion of a race for big cutters, 
as it would form a good test as to 
the Meteor's racing capabilities 
in heavy weather. The Satanita, 
certainly our best hard wind boat, 
would then have a better oppor- 
tunity of making a match of it 
with the Kaiser's crack craft than 
has hitherto fallen to her lot. 
Should the Meteor be successful 
in a high wind and a heavy sea, 
she will incontestably prove 
herself to be, if even she has not 
done so already, the finest racer 
ever constructed. 

The many successes of the 
Saint count to the credit of the 
Clyde builders, though it is to be 
regretted that the Samphire, 
which raced with such remarkable 
success in the regattas at the 
Riviera, has not started in home 
waters, and so given the opportu- 
nity of seeing how Sibbick's 
beautiful design would shape 
against the northern-built boats. 
Mr. Howard Gould's Niagara, 
though not likely to fly such a 
long string of winning flags as 
decked blind Herreshofl^s clever 
design last season, has done quite 
as well as might have been 
expected from the fact of her 
being, as her skipper, Captain 
Barr, once expressed it, " a boat 
for a big breeze," and so out- 
classed in the long prevailing 
light-wind weather. One of the 
surprises of the season is, un- 
doubtedly, Mr. C. L. Orr Ewing's 
little 30-feet linear rater, Heart- 
sease, which, out of the many 
matches in which she has taken 
part, has hardly ever, if at all, 
missed place honours, though in 
the Norman, Captain J. Orr- 
Ewing's boat, that sailed with 
such sensational success last 
season, the Heartsease has a 
particularly redoubtable rival, 
whilst Silva, Starlight, Edie 



Ermin, and Dusky Queen have 
all displayed excellent form in this 
class. 

Of the 24-feet linear raters, 
Tatters has proved to be a 
very frequent prize- taker up to the 
present, and Messrs. H. Welch 
Thornton and C. V. Vallenge's 
handsome (but not elegantly 
named) little craft seems likely to 
often again be first up to the 
winning mark, though Zivolo, 
Memsahib, Meneen, and Yv^ry 
have proved themselves veritable 
flyers. Of the joint-owned boats, 
the Polaris (Lord Ashburton and 
Mr. H. R. Langrishe) though 
having, at times, had to pay court 
to Mr. Philip Perceval's Philipine, 
Captain J. Towers Clark's C. Lark, 
and Colonel Fen wick and Mr. 
G. C. Duff^s Minnehaha, has 
shown that the new one design 
class is a very speedy, as it is 
certainly an extremely handy, type 
of little craft. 

Of the sailings during the 
season, the greatest competition 
has marked the events in connec- 
tion with the 24-feet rating class, 
as many as ten competitors 
starting in a single contest, and it 
has been gratifying to find that of 
the successes achieved several 
have been gained by Miss Cox's 
appropriately-named and most 
shapely Uttle ship, the Speedwell, 
particularly from the fact that to 
the popular young lady of Eagle- 
hurst is, to a very great extent, 
due the fact of small rating rac- 
ing becoming such a pronounced 
feature in marine contests, though 
when Miss Cox and Mrs. Schenley 
first took to the tiller in the ** rater" 
classes, a few seasons ago, there 
were scarcely a dozen small 
racers, so popular has this branch 
of yachting become that nearly 
forty new boats have this year 
been launched forth upon the 
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Of the cruisers, a considerable 
number are now away in the 
colder region of the North Cape, 
where observations are to be made 
in connection with the eclipse of 
the midnight sun. On a return to 
our home waters, several of the 
pleasure vessels now off the shores 
of the land of the Vikings will 
fit out for the Mediterranean, and 
cruise upon the tideless waters of 
the Great Sea. 

Though it is scarcely probable 
that the Meteor will be matched 
against the Defender for the 
famed America's Cup, there are 
not a few yachtsmen who express 
the belief that the German 
Emperor may consent to send his 
champion craft across the At- 
lantic to compete for the trophy, 
for the possession of which the 
representative craft of the new 
world have out-manoeuvred, if 
not outsailed, the best boats of 
the old hemisphere. 

Golf. — The month of July is 
distinctly too hot for the serious 
pursuit of such a game as golf. 
It is a month when, no doubt, 
there is a great deal of play done, 
especially on seaside courses, but, 
to use the scornful phrase of a 
hardy veteran, who despises 
weakness in every form, ** the 
picnic element '* enters into it 
to a very large extent, and I fancy 
there will be few clubs prepared 
to follow the Tooting Bee Club at 
Furzedown in their experiment 
of holding a half-yearly prize 
meeting in July. This club have 
circumstances peculiar to them- 
selves, which justified the experi- 
ment, yet, all the same, it is not 
likely to be repeated, for there 
was a small turn out both days, 
exceedingly high scoring, and a 
great amount of suffering from 
the heat. 

The heroes of the champion- 
ships have, during the month, 
been abundantly feted and 



photographed and made much 
of. I don't know at how many 
dinners Mr. F. G. Tait has been 
entertained and toasted, or in how 
many periodicals his photograph 
has appeared, and as for Harry 
Vardon, the open champion, he 
has been the recipient of purses, 
watches, and a host of other sub- 
stantial souvenirs, which, coming 
on the top of the £-^0 he got at 
Muirfield, ought to make him 
quite a rich man. In this matter 
of money-making, the present- 
day professional is far ahead of 
his predecessors. Going back no 
further than eight or ten years, 
you will find that the winner of 
the Open Championship in those 
days, always a professional, 
received, along with the bay leaves 
and the imperishable glory, only 
^lo or/i2, which did httle more 
than pay his expenses and com- 
pensate him for the time spent in 
practice. 

On the back of the Open 
Championship Meeting there was 
a good match between Willie 
Park, jun., of Musselburgh, and 
J. H. Taylor, the ex-champion 
and runner-up at Muirfield. The 
two men had long been eyeing 
one another, and talking about a 
match, but, when it came to 
quarters, they found difficulty in 
arranging terms; in the end, 
however, it was decided to play 
for /50 a side, and that thirty-six 
holes should be played at Mussel- 
burgh and an equal number over 
the unfamiliar course of the 
Richmond Club, at Sudbrook 
Park. By this arrangement, Park 
was distinctly favoured in the 
matter of ground, for Musselburgh 
is his home, and he is the acknow- 
ledged local champion, while with 
regard to Sudbrook Park it was 
an unknown country to both 
men. At Musselburgh, Park 
obtained a lead of four holes, and 
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lost two of them in the first 
round, and one in the second, 
leaving him with the narrow 
margin of one hole out of seventy- 
two. As a matter of fact, the 
match was not won until the 
seventy-second hole was reached, 
and then it was only won by a 
single putt. The game was called 
** Park three up and four to play," 
and Taylor, taking to heart, 
apparently, the encouraging 
maxim that it would be a 
good match to win, pluckily 
carried off the next two holes. At 
the second last he made a bid for 
another one, but his long putt hit 
the side of the hole and did not 
go in, and he had to content 
himself with a half. In this state 
of things Park, being dormy one, 
played for a half, while his 
opponent played all he could to 
win. Taylor's drive swerved a 
little to the right, taking the ball 
a few yards to the side of the 
green, but from this position he 
made a bold bid for the hole with 
his second, and if he had put just 
a trifle more powder into the shot 
he would have succeeded, for the 
ball was in perfect line, and 
stopped only three or four inches 
short of the hole. Park, on the 
green, but with a nasty downhill 
putt, played his second very feebly, 
the result being that he was left 
with a good club length between 
him and the hole, and the 
necessity of going down to get a 
half and win the match. All 
golfers know how difficult it is to 
play a downhill putt on a keen 
dry green, and they can appre- 
ciate how much the difficulty 
increases when an important 
match depends upon its success. 
Park took the matter very care- 
fully, and coolly looked at every 
blade of grass along the line, 
surveyed the situation from the 
hole as well as from the ball, and 
played a right true putt, which 
carried the ball in proper course 



into the hole, and won him the 
match. 

There should be some good 
golf in Ireland next month. 
Arrangements have been made by 
the County Down Club, not only 
for the Open North Champion- 
ship, but also for a big competition 
among amateurs, all during the 
same week — that is to say, the 
second week of September. The 
links of the club are at Newcastle, 
a charming spot with Dundrum 
Bay on one side and the magnifi- 
cent Mourne Mountains on the 
other. From the strictly golfing 
point of view they are everything 
that could be desired, the turf 
being of the finest, the holes well 
placed and sufficiently far apart, 
and the hazards quite formidable 
enough, even for scratch players. 
Golfers going from this side of the 
Channel will naturally wish to 
see other of the Irish greens, and 
they cannot do better than pay a 
visit to Portrush, and then make 
a tour of the greens along the 
coast of Donegal, many of which 
are now in excellent condition 
and well worth a trial. 

** Notes on the Rifle. "- People 
who shoot and who take an in- 
telligent interest in gunnery mat- 
ters will no doubt note the fact 
that the ** Notes on the Rifle " 
which have appeared in Baily's 
pages have appeared in book-form 
after revision and sundry addi- 
tions by the author, the Hon. T. F. 
Fremantle. Those papers, written 
by an expert who thoroughly 
understood his subject, were much 
appreciated at the time of their 
appearance, and, now that they 
can be had in collected form, 
they will be found on the shelves 
of most sportsmen, for in the 
book every topic is touched upon. 
We shall review the book more 
fully next month. It is published 
by Messrs. Vinton and Co., Ld., 
9, New Bridge Street, London, 
E.G., the price being 5s. 



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Summary of Prominent Results, 

From June 23rd to July 18th, 1896. 



TURF. 

June 23rd. Sir H. Farquhar*s b. c No- 
veau Riche, by Carlton— Novice, 9 st. 

4 lb. (Rickaby), won the North Derby 
of 1,275 sovs., for three-year-olds, i^ 
miles, at Newcastle and Gosforth Park 
Summer Meeting. — S.p. 6 to 4 on. 

June 24th. Mr. A. Bailey's ch. h. Gazet- 
teer, by Gallinule— Award, 5 yrs., 9st. 
(G. Chaloner), won the Royal Borough 
Handicap of 436 sovs., one mile, at 
Windsor June Meeting. — S.p. 13 to 8 
on. 

June 24th. Mr. C. Perkins' b. h. Dare 
Devil, by Robert the Devil— Flora 
Mclvor, aged, 8 st. 7 lb. (Fagan), won 
the Northumberland Plate of 925 sovs. , 
two miles, at Newcastle. — S.p. 6 to i 
agst. 

June 25th. Lord Durham's b. c. Fioiino, 
by Peter Flower— Proof, 8st. 10 lb. 
(kickaby), won the Seaton Delaval 
Plate of 1,080 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
five furlongs, at Newcastle. — S.p. 

5 to 4 agst. 

June 25th. Duke of Portland's b. f. Lady 
Frivoles, by St. Simon — Gay Duchess, 

2 yrs., 7 St. 2 lb. (H. Toon), won the 
First Year of the Fourth Clarence and 
Avondale Slakes of 905 sovs., for two 
and three-year-olds, five furlongs, at 
Sandown Park First Summer Meet- 
ing. — S.p. 8 to I agst. 

June 26th. M. R. Lebaudy's b. c. Prince 
Simon, by St. Simon— Rosy Morn, 

4 yrs., 7 St. 61b. (S. Loates), won the 
Second Year of the Third Clarence 
and Avondale Slakes of 2,650 sovs., 
for three and four-year-olds, about I 
mile I furlong, at Sandown Park. — 
S.p. II to 2 agst. 

June26th. Mr. L. Pilkinglon'sch.f. Canon- 
bury, by Crowberry — Canone.^s, 9st. 

5 lb. (Calder), won the British Do- 
minion Two-year-old Race of 9 14 sovs., 
for two-year-olds bred and trained in 
the British Dominions, five furlongs, 
at Sandown Park. — S.p. 10 to I agst. 

June 27th. Mr. G. Heaton's b. c. Royal 
Slag, by Highland Chief- Barcelona, 

3 yis., 7 St. 81b. (Madden), won the 
Victoria Stakes of 465 sovs., one mile, 
at Kempton Park First Summer Meet- 
ing. — S.p. 7 to I agst. 



June 27th. Mr. Creswell's c. or br. c 
Hampton Wick, by Hampton— Helen 
Agnes, 8 St. 7 lb. (Madden), won the 
Kempton Park Two-year-old Plate of 
535 sovs., five furlongs, at Kempton 
Park. — S.p. 5 to I agst. 

June 30th. Lord Rosel^ry's b. c. Velas- 
quez, by Donovan — Vista, 9st. (J. 
Waits), won the July Stakes of 1,370 
sovs., for two-year-olds. New T.Y.C. 
(5 furlongs 142 yards), at Newmarket 
First July Meeting. — S.p. ii to 2 oil 

July 1st. Lord Ellesmere's b. f. Fortalice, 
by FitzSimon — Zariba, 9st. 31b. (J. 
Watts), won the Exeter Stakes of 851 
sovs., for two-year-olds, Exeter Stakes 
Course (6 furlongs), at Newmarket. — 
S.p. evens. 

July 2nd. Mr. L. de Rothschild's br. c. 
St. Frusquin, by St. Simon — Isabel, 
3 yrs., 9 St. 2 lb. (T. Loates), won the 
Princess of Wales's Stakes of 9,005 
sovs., for three and four-year olds, 
R.M. (i mile), at Newmarket.— S.p. 
5 to 2 agst. 

July 2nd. Mr. B. L Bamato's ch. h. Wor- 
cester, by Saraband— Elegance, 6 yrs., 
10 St. 2 lb. (M. Cannon), won the July 
Cup of 300 sovs., Exeter Course (6 
furlongs), at Newmarket. — S.p. 5 to 4 
agst. 

July 3rd. Duke of Devonshire's b. c. 
Minstrel, by Minting — Poem, 8st. 9 lb. 
(Madden), won the Fulbourne Stakes 
of 25 sovs. each, with 400 added, for 
two-year-olds, at Newmarket. — S.p. 
75 to 20 on. 

July 4ih. Prince SoltykofFs b. f. Sati, by 
Satiety — Charmian, 4 yrs., 7st. 9 lb. 
(Toon), won the Hurst Park Club 
Summer Handicap of 905 sovs., one 
mile, at the Hurst Park Club Summer 
Meeting. — S.p. 7 to 1 agst. 

July 4ih. Duke of Westminster's b. f. 
Blue Water, by Blue Green— Rydal, 
8 St. 4 lb. (M. Cannon), won the 
Middlesex Two-year-old Plate of 482 
sovs., five furlongs, at Hurst Park. — 
S.p. II to 8 agst. 

July 7th.— Mr. W. A. Gavan's b. c Anlaf, 
by Veracity — Annette, 4 yrs., 1 ist. 5 lb. 
(Mr. Grenfell), won the Bibury Stakes 
of 251 sovs., last i^ miles, at Bibury 
Club Races. — S.p. 9 to 2 agst 

July 7th. Lord Wolvcrton's br. c Kil- 



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kerran, by Ayrshire— Maid of Lornc, 
9 St 1 lb. (J. Watts), won !hc Cham- 
pagne Stakes of 280 sovs., for two- 
year-olds. Bush in (5 furlongs), at 
Bibury Club Races. — S.p. 3 to i agst. 
July 7lh. — Mr. R. H. Coombe*s b. c. 
Dynamo, by Peter— Electric Light, 

8 St. 12 lb. (Rickaby), won the Hamp- 
shire Slakes of 503 sovs., for three- 
year-olds, New Mile, at Bibury Club 
Races.— S.p. 20 to i agst. 

July 7th. Mr. J. G. Baird Ha/s bl m. 
Pallanza, by Barcaldine — Palmist, 
5 yrs., 7 St. I lb. (S. Chandle^), won 
the Cumberland Plate (Handicap) of 
420 sovs. , about i] miles, at Carlisle 
Summer Meeting. — S.p. evens. 

July 8th. Lord Durham's ch. c. Hellebore, 
by Peter Flower— Satanella, 8 st 9 lb. 
(Rickaby), won the Stockbridge Foal 
Stakes of 297 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
Bush in (five furlongs), at Stockbridge 
Races. — S.p. 5 to 4 agst. 

July 8ih. Mr. W. W. Fulton's b. m. Lao- 
damia, by Kendal— Chrysalis, 6 yrs., 

9 St. 61b. (Bradford), won the Stock- 
bridge Cup of 290 sovs., T.V.C., at 
Stockbridge. — S.p. evens. 

July 9th. Mr. T. Gubbins' b. c. Galtee 
More, by Kendal— Morganette, 9st. 
(Garrett), won the Hurstb^urne Stakes 
of 897 sovs., for two-year- olds, five 
furlongs, at Stockbridge.— S.p. 6 to I 
agst. 

July 9ih. Mr. A. F. Basset's br. c. Dinna 
Forget, by Loved One — Barometer, 
4 yrs., 8 St. 9lb. (M. Cannon), won 
the Alington Plate of 450 sovs., New 
Mile, at Stockbridge. — S.p. 4 to I 
agst. 

July loth. Mr. T. L. Plunkett's oh. c. 
Diabolo, by Bel Demonio — Triesta, 8st, 
4 lb. (T. Loates), won the (Jreat Foal 
Plate of 835 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
five furlongs, at Lingfield Park Sum- 
mer Meeting. — S.p. 9 to 4 agst. 

July nth. Mr. A. F. Basset's br. c. Dinna 
Forget, by Loved One — Barometer, 

4 yrs., 9 St. 2 lb. (J. Watts), won the 
Prince of Wales's Cup of i ,coo sovs. , 
one mile straight, at Lingfield. — S.p. 

5 to 2 agst. 

July I4ih. Mr. H. McCalmont's ch. f. 
Amphora, by Amphion — Sienna, 
3 yrs., 8 St. 7 lb. (M. Cannon), won 
the Beaufort Stakes of 350 sovs., 
Beaufort Course (about 7 furlongs), at 
Newmarket Second July Meeting. — 
S.p. 7 to I agst. 

July 14th. Sir R. W. Griffiths' b. f. Merle, 
by St. Serf— Thistlefield, 8 st. 5 lb. 
(Rumbold), won the Soltykoff Slakes 
of 295 sovs., for two-year-olds. New 
T.Y.C., at Newmarket.— S.p. 100 to 
12 agst. 

July I4ih. — Duke of Devonshire's b. c. 



Balsamo, by Friars Balsam — Snood, 
3 yrs., 7 St. 12 lb. (Madden), won the 
Duliingham Plate of 430 sovs., about 

1 mile 3 furlongs, at Newmarket. — 
S.p. 2 to I on. 

July I5lh. Duke of W^est minster's b. c. 
Shaddock, by St. Serf— Orange, 9st. 
61b. (M. Cannon), won the Zetland 
Plate of 500 sovs., for three-year-olds, 
B.M., at Newmarket.— S.p. 75 to 20 
on. 

July isth. Mr. L. de Rothschild's br. f. 
Utica, by St. Simon — Biserta, 4 yrs., 
8 St. 4 lb. (T. Loates), won the July 
Handicap of 555 sovs., Exeter Course 
(6 furlongs), at Newmarket. —S.p. 5 to 

2 agst. 

July i6th. Mr. L. de Rothschild's b. f. 
Goletta, by Galopin— Biseria, 9st. (T. 
Loates), won the Chesterfield Stakes 
of 910 sovs., for two-year-olds, last 
five furlongs of B. M., at Newmarket. — 
S.p. 7 to 2 on. 

July i6ih. Mr. J. H. Houldsworlh's b. c. 
Coyllon, by Sheen— Spring Morn, 
8 St. 5 lb. (AUsopp), won the Mid- 
summer Plate of 985 sovs., for three- 
year-olds, B.M., at Newmarket. — 
S.p., 8 to I agst. 

July i8th. Lord Rosebery*s b. f. Chelan- 
dry, by Goldfinch — Illuminata, 9 st. 
I lb. (J. Watts), won the National 
Breeders' Produce Stakes of 4,413 
sovs., for two year-olds, five furlongs, 
at Sandown Park.— S.p. 3 to i agst. 

CRICKET. 

June 24th. At Lords, England v. Aus- 
tralia, former won by six wickets. 

June 24th. At Kennington Oval, Surrey 
V. Oxford University, latter won by 
eight wickets. 

June 24th. At Brighton, Sussex v. Cam- 
bridge University, latter won by an 
innings and 136 runs. 

June 26th. At Kennington Oval, Surrey 
v. Middlesex, latter won by 206 runs. 

June 27th. At Trent Bridge, Notts, v. 
Australians, latter won by six wickets. 

June 27th. At Lords, M.C.C. and Ground 
V. Cambridge University, latter won 
three wickets. 

June 27th. At Bristol, Gloucestershire v, 
Lancashire, latter won by an innings 
and 18 runs. 

June 27th. At Eton, Eton v. Winchester, 
latter won by eight wickets. 

June 30ih. At Lords, M.C.C. and Ground 
V. Oxford University, former won by 
an innings and 109 runs. 

June 30th. At Taunion, Somerset v, 
Gloucestershire, latter won by an inn- 
ings and 83 runs. 

June 30th. At Lcyton, Essex v. Warwick- 
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July 1st. At Southampton, Hampshire v. 

Surrey, latter won by 380 runs. 
July 1st. At Bradford, Australians v. 

Yorkshire, former won by 140 runs. 
July 1st. At Manchester, Lancashire v. 

Middlesex, latter won by four wickets. 
July 1st. At Beckenham, Kent v. Notts, 

latter won by 19 runs. 
July 4th. At Lords, Oxford v. Cambridge, 

former won by four wickets. 
July 4th. At Manchester, Australians v. 

North of England, former won by 42 

runs. 
July 4th. At Sheffield, Yorkshire v. 

Derbyshire, former won by nine 

wickets. 
July 6th. At Southampton, Hampshire v. 

Australians, latter won by an innings 

and 125 runs. 
July 8ih. At Kcnnington Oval, Gentlemen 

V. Players, former won by one wicket. 
July 8lh. At Trent Bridge, Notts, v. 

Lancashire, latter won by an innings 

and 63 runs. 
July 8th. At Hastings, Sussex v. Kent, 

latter won by an innings and 16 runs. 
July iilh. At Lords, Eton v. Harrow, 

drawn — Eton, 386; Harrow, 218 and 

255 for eight wickets. 
July nth. At Leyton, Australians v. 

Players of England, former won by an 

innings and 137 runs. 
July nth. At Kenninglon Oval, Surrey 

V. Sussex, latter won by 43 runs. 
July nth. At Hudderstield, Yorkshire v. 

Notts, latter won by four wickets. 
July I5lh. At Derby, Derbyshire v. War- 
wickshire, former won by ten wickets. 
July I5ih. At Leyton, Essex v. Yorkshire, 

former won by four wickets. 
July 15th. At Brighton, Sussex v. Hamp- 
shire, latter won by seven wickets. 
July 15th. At Lords, Gentlemen v. 

PInyers, former won by six wickets. 
July l8th. At Manchester, Australians v. 

England, former won by three wickets' 

POLO. 
July 4th. At Hurlingham, Qlh Lancers 

beat 13th Hussars by 3 goals to 2, and 

won the Inter-Regiinental Cup. 
July 18th. At Hurlingham, Slanstead beat 

Liverpool by 7 goals to 4, and won the 

County Cup. 

TENNLS. 
July loth. At Lords, P. \V. Cobbold 



(Cambridge) beat R. H. Hotham 
(Oxford) by 3 sets to o. 

July nth. At L^rds, Cambridge (Messrs. 
P. W. Cobbold and E. TallKJt) beat 
Oxford (Messrs. K. H. Hotham and 
B. A. Bailey) by 3 sets to o. 

July i8ih. At Lords, Sir Edward Grey 
beat Hon. A. Lyttleton (holder) by 
3 sets to I, and won the Gold Chal- 
lenge Cup. 

SHOOTING. 

June 23rd. At Hurlingham, M. Journu 
won the Paris Cup. 

June. 24th. At Hurlingham, Captain 
Shelley won the Hurlingham Cup. 

June 25th. At Hurlingham, Lord Ash- 
burton won the Belgian Cup. 

June 27th. At the Gun Club, Mr. Anderson 
won the Gun Club International Cup. 
ROWING. 

July 9th. , Leander beat Thames in the 
tinal heal, and won the Grand Chal- 
lenge Cup at Henley. 

July 9th. Emmanuel College (Cambridge) 
l^eat Societe d'Encouragement au Sport 
Nautique (Paris) in the Hnal heat, and 
won the Thames Challenge Cup at 
Henley. 

July 9ih. Trinity College (Oxford) I i 
London in the final heat, and won • 
W^yfold Challenge Cup at Henley. 

July 9th. Caius College (Cambridge) beat 
Magdalen College (Oxford) in the 
final heat, and won the Visitors* 
Challenge Cup at Henley. 

July 9th. lx)ndon beat Thames in the 
final heat, and won the Stewards* 
Challenge Cup at Henley. 

July 9th. Eton College beat Baliol Col- 
lege (Oxford), and won the Ladies* 
Challenge Plate at Henley. 

July 9th. Vivian Nickalls and Guy Nick- 
alls (London K.C.) beat W. E. Crum 
and C. M. Pitman (New College, 
Oxford), in the final heat, and won 
the Silver Goblets and Nickalls* 
Challenge Cup at Henley. 

July 9ih. Hon. R. Guinness (Leander) 
beat R. K. Beaumont (Burton R.C.) 
in the final heat, and won the Dia- 
njond Challenge Sculls at Henley. 

July I3lh. James Stanbury (holder) beat 
Harding over the Putney to Morllake 
Course, and retained the professional 
Sculling Championship. Time 2lm. 
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SPORTS AND PASTIMES 



No. 439. 



SEPTEMBER, 1896. Vol. LXVL 



CONTENTS. 



PAGB 

Sporting Diary for the Month ix 

Mr. James Edward Piatt :.. 173 

The Noble Art of Self-Defence 175 

Trainers and Training 182 

Old-Time Partridge Shooting 1 86 

Animal Painters. — XVIII. Henry 

Bernard Chalon 191 

Memories of an Old Soldier. — III. 

Bill Thorbum's Last Chance 195 

The Lament of an Old Cab Horse ... 201 
Polo Players.— V. The Earl of Bar- 

rington 202 

Public School Cricket of 1 896 205 

Some Turf Casualties 207 

Breeding and Rearing Pheasants as a 

Profitable Industry 212 

Professional Cricketers of the Past and 

Present 217 

The Sportsman's Library 221 

The Strange History of a Doncaster 

Cup 227 



"Our Van" paor 

Goodwood in its Social Aspects 231 

Social Characteristics at Other Places 232 

St. Frusquin 233 

"The Twelfth" 233 

Polo : , 2}4 

Hunting Mems 235 

The Devon and SomersetStaghounds 2 36 

Puppy Shows 237 

The Kubber Match 237 

Rowing » 241 

Golf 243 

Coaching 245 

Yachting 245 

The Fatal Accident in the Solent... 20 
A Warning to Shooting Teqants ... 246 

The late Sir John Millais 247 

Otter Hunting 247 

The Welbeck TcnanU* Show 247 

Remarkable Horses 248 

Irresponsible Criticism 248 

Vincent Square 249 

Yorkshire Hackneys 249 

Summary of Prominent Results 250 



WITH 



Steel Engraved Portrait of Mr. James Edward Platt; Steel Engraved Picture, 
"Old time Partridge Shooting"; Wood Engraving, "Pointers and Game- 
keeper"; Engraving, "The Earl of Harrington on 'Ali Baba.'" 

Mr. James Edward Piatt. 

that our poor friend was acci- 
dentally shot by one of his oldest 
and most intimate friends. We 
were looking for a dead grouse in 
the heather, and Mr. Piatt was 
very close to us when we heard a 
report, followed by a piercing 
scream, and Mr. Piatt fell to the 
ground. He received the charge 
in the calf of the leg, which was 
entirely blown away, and though 
we all assisted at binding up the 
wound and carried him down to 
the Lodge it was with very pain- 



His name recalls many memories. 
Pleasant memories in the present 
when we meet him and his wife at 
Newmarket, or at Aintree, have 
chats in various paddocks, and 
pass our opinion on various horses. 
But the writer of this biography 
has memories in the past not so 
pleasurable. We knew very inti- 
mately his late uncle, Mr. James 
Piatt, the Member for Oldham, 
and it was while staying with him 
at his shooting-box, not far, if we 
remember rightly, from that town, 

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, ful forebodings, which the hastily- 
summoned surgeon confirmed. 
Mr. Piatt passed into a state of 
coma, and died from shock barely 
an hour from the time he was 
wounded. It was a very painful 
scene, and the grief of the poor 
fellow who was the cause of the 
accident was terrible to witness. 
His brother, too, the late Mr. 
John Piatt, who succeeded our 
valued friend in the representa- 
tion of Oldham, was present, and 
his grief, and indeed the grief of 
the group of friends who stood 
round, his bed, made an impres- 
sion on ourselves which the lapse . 
of time has not obliterated from 
our memory. 

Wci met, in after years, Mr. 
James Edward Piatt, the son of 
Mr. John Piatt, M.P. for Oldham, 
above mentioned, and a partner 
in the noted firm of Messrs. Piatt 
Brothers & Co., Limited, manu- 
facturers of all kinds of textile 
machinery. His son succeeded 
the father in this vast business ; 
it is a firm that takes the lead 
among manufacturers, and there 
is hardly a country in the civiHsed 
world where the name of Piatt 
Brothers is not known. But the 
subject of our present sketch is 
very fond of that noble animal, 
the horse, and he was one of the 
forerunners of Hackney breeding. 
In 1 88 1, when over in the States, 
Mr. Piatt saw Warlock in Phila- 
delphia, a very remarkable Ameri- 
can trotter, supposed to have been 
one of the best specimens of the 
trotting type. Warlock was by 
Belmont, tracing back in direct 
male line to the imported thorough- 
bred Messenger, and also to the 
celebrated Norfolk trotter. Bell- 
founder, well known in Norfolk 
150 years ago. Mr. Piatt was 
hiuch struck by Warlock*s ap- 
pearance when he saw him in the 
States, his make, shape, and action 
being, in his opinion, moulded on 



the same lines as our English 
Hackneys ; so he thought it would 
be a good idea to introduce War- 
lock into the country as a sire, 
and so improve the English 
Hackneys in their hind leg action 
and chest. Fortunately, however, 
Mr. Piatt met with very little 
success with Hackney breeders, 
so he allowed Warlock to return 
to America at a big figure, the 
Yankees being fully alive to the 
value of his blood. We say fortu- 
nately because we believe this 
disappointment with Warlock was 
one of the causes of Mr. Piatt, in 
1890, seriously turning his atten** 
tion to the breeding of thorough- 
bred stock. He commenced by 
buying the beautiful Lucy Ashton, 
among whose produce was W^olf s 
Craig, the winner of the Lincoln- 
shire Handicap in 1893, but the 
disappointment caused by his mares 
being returned to him in many 
instances barren induced him to 
have a sire of his own. His 
happy choice fell on Kendal, by 
Bend Or out of Windermere, the 
dam of Muncaster. Bred and 
owned by the Duke of West- 
minster, he was, unfortunately, a 
contemporary of the mighty Or- 
monde; but still we have heard 
that during their two-year-old 
career it was never definitely de- 
cided which was the superior of 
the other. They were tried twice 
together we have been told, and 
on each occasion Kendal beat 
Ormonde. Mr. Gubbins had 
Kendal for some time in Ireland, 
where he sired that beautiful 
and grand mare Laodamia. Mr. 
Piatt, we believe, gave a large 
sum for him, and he was rhuch 
criticised at the time for the 
price being too high. But he 
is an admirable judge of a horse, 
and his new owner was perfectly 
satisfied. Indeed, Kendal's Irish 
record, when in Mr. Gubbins* 
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was frequently said by good 
judges that no horse had made 
his mark in that country to such 
an extent since the days of Bird- 
catcher. Kendal's English-bred 
stock are at present only in the 
yearling stage, but we hear very 
favourable accounts of them. One 
yearling in particular, bred by 
the Duke of Westminster, who 
sent Angelina, the dam of Orme 
and Blue Green, to visit his old 
favourite, Kendal, by whom 
Angelina has produced a brown 
yearling colt, called Shap Fell, 
and it is expected that he will set 
heads nodding when he comes 
into the sale ring at Doncaster. 



In the hunting-field Mr. Piatt 
holds his own with the best, as 
Cheshire and Belvoir records can 
tell. He is also a fine coachman, 
though he has never had his team 
up in London, preferring driving 
tours through picturesque spots 
in the length and breadth of the 
land, making use of his coach 
after the custom of Sir Henry 
Peyton of old renown, and not 
keeping it for show. He is hap- 
pily married, and lives the life of 
a country gentleman. We repeat 
that it is always a pleasure to 
meet his charming wife and him- 
self, and we trust that this may be 
our lot in the coming autumn. 



The Noble Art of Self- Defence. 

By The Hon. F. Lawley. 



The late Mr. Bromley Daven- 
port, M.P., was a great admirer 
of the prize-ring, and regarded its 
decline and fall, by reason of the 
dishonesty of its professional sup- 
porters, as one of the most grievous 
misfortunes that had befallen this 
country in his time. In his youth 
the author of that inimitable hunt- 
ing song, ** Ranksborough Gorse," 
had been an occasional visitor 
to the night-houses in the Hay- 
market, which flourished exceed- 
ingly when he was an Oxford 
undergraduate, and at one of them 
he witnessed, about fifty years 
since, a scene which he never for- 
got, and to which he makes allu- 
sion, without mentioning its hero's 
name, in his excellent book on 
Sport — the last of his many 
publications. 

Few of those who may chance 
to read these words, will remember 
his hero, ** Facer Wellesley,*' in 



the days when the latter was the 
constant companion of the mad 
Marquis of Water ford, upon whose 
drag he was always to be seen, 
acting in thecapacity of " Shooter," 
as it was then called, with a yard 
of tin in his hand upon which he 
blew ** soul-animating blasts.*' It 
was of him that Mr. Bromley 
Davenport wrote in his essay upon 
Covert-shooting ; but his descrip- 
tion of one of the most eccentric 
characters that the town has ever 
seen is far too brief to do justice 
to the quaint original who sug- 
gested it. 

It should be premised that 
** Facer Wellesley,'' as he was uni- 
versally called, was the younger 
son of the Earl of Mornington, 
by Catherine Tylney-Long, the 
daughter and sole heiress of Sir 
Tames Tylney-Long, whom the 
Earl of Mornington married in 
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Henry William Wellesley, was 
born in 1815, and died unmarried, 
at Geneva, whither he had retired 
to escape from his creditors, in 
1 85 1. He was gazetted at an early 
age to the 12th Lancers, and at 
an era when London contained as 
wild and reckless a set of young 
** Corinthians " as the Metropohs 
has known during the present 
century, he and Lord Waterford 
were the most conspicuous of that 
goodly company, which also com- 
prised ** Billy " Duff and Captain 
Hoseason, Tim Barnard, Alfred 
Harbord, Algy Peyton and other 
congenial souls, all of whom made 
Limmer's Hotel their head- 
quarters, and certainly followed 
Falstaffs advice when, in response 
to Dame Quickly's demand for 
money, the fat knight exclaims, 
"Tllpayyou not a denier*' — (or 
as we should now say, a ** copper") 
** What ! shall I not take mine ease 
in mine inn ? " Of light and 
delicate frame, but without an 
ounce of superfluous flesh, drawl- 
ing and Hsping when he spoke, in 
a style that suggested effeminacy, 
and was peculiarly offensive to his 
inferiors, the ** Facer " possessed 
the heart of a lion, and moreover, 
had acquired such a consummate 
mastery of the pugilistic art that 
Johnny Walker, one of the most 
accomplished fighters of his day, 
and the " coach " who then taught 
young men of rank and fashion 
how to use their ** mauleys," used 
to declare that no middle-weight 
prize-fighter in England would 
have stood up against the ** Facer " 
for half an hour, and that many of 
the heavy weights would have 
been sorely puzzled to withstand 
his strength and science. Al- 
though his arms looked thin they 
were unusually long, with muscles 
made of steel wire. As a fighter, 
he was never flurried, never in a 
hurry ; and when he got into a row, 
which, by the way, he never sought. 



although his lisping drawl often 
brought one upon him, his cool 
self-possession inspired his friends 
who looked on with the most per- 
fect confidence, that in the end he 
would get the best of it. Indeed, 
I have heard the late Lord Rivers, 
who knew him well, say that he 
never remembered a fight in which 
the ** Facer " took part in which 
this fine type of a British officer 
was worsted by his opponent. 

In dress, the ** Facer " was the 
most exquisite and fastidious 
" dandy " that ever sauntered 
down St. James*s Street, in days 
when the Seau Brummell school 
was still represented by Lord 
Chesterfield and Count Alfred 
D'Orsay. Whenever he left Lim- 
mer's Hotel he wore a new pair 
of straw-coloured kid gloves, 
which upon his return he pulled 
off and threw into a corner, al- 
though he had sometimes only been 
across Conduit Street and back. 
Sam, the old waiter at Limmer*s, 
whom everybody knew, had always 
a new pair of gloves ready for the 
"Facer" when he called for them, 
and the current talk of the town 
was that the latter's bill at that 
fashionable resort was seldom less 
than six or seven thousand pounds, 
the larger portion of which was 
for money lent. 

" Sam, pay my cab," lisped the 
<* Facer," as he descended at Lim- 
mer's ; and ** Sam, give me ten 
pounds," was his almost invariable 
demand when setting out for his 
night's amusement. Occasionally 
he would return in the early morn- 
ing with the floor of his cab — there 
were no Hansoms in those days— 
strewn with knockers wrenched 
from many a door, while now and 
again a gigantic wooden High- 
lander, torn by night from the 
outside of a tobacconist's shop, was 
brought home in triumph on the 
top of a ** growler " and stowed 
away by the faithful Sam and his 



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colleagues in the cellar, which soon 
became so full that recourse ,was 
had to ** Billy" Duffs ** museum," 
as he called it, in Bruton Street, 
which contained an extraordinary 
collection of purloined ** curios " 
and miscellaneous oddities. 

Mr. Bromley Davenport re- 
marks that the much-reviled 
*' dandies " of his younger day 
sometimes astonished their critics 
by unexpected feats of pluck and 
daring. " It is not always safe," 
he adds, ** to count too confidently 
upon the effeminacy of * Child 
Chappie.* Such a one I can re- 
member in my youth, pale, slim, 
delicate, and even cadaverous in 
appearance, with the voice of a 
woman, the gentlest, shyest, and 
most unassuming manners, and an 
almost irritating lisp. One night 
he accompanied some roystering 
companions to one of the not -over- 
respectable night haunts of the 
period — some * shades * or * finish,* 
or ' saloon,* such as the well- 
known Lord Waterford used to 
delight in frequenting — and there 
fell in with a huge bruiser-looking 
fellow who resented his white tie 
and ultra-aristocratic appearance. 
For some time he bore the giant's 
rude banter and coarse raillery 
with consummate good humour, 
till at last something was said 
or done which went beyond his 
power of endurance, when he 
walked up to the burly ruffian, 
and in his sweet womanly tone 
said, to the astonishment of all 
present, * Look here, sir, if you 
behave like this Tm afraid I shall 
have to beat you.* * Beat me ! ' 
roared the pugilist ; and then he 
filled the vaulted den with peals 
of derisive laughter, in which all 
but a few who knew, or sus- 
pected that they knew, who the 
diaphanous-looking young man 
was, loudly joined. * Yes,* in still 
lower and gentler tones, and with a 
more decided lisp, replied the 



latter, * because you've inthulted 
me.* And now, as matters began 
to look grave, the bystanders on 
both sides thought it their duty to 
interfere, and tried to settle the 
quarrel — some telling the young 
swell not to be foolish. *Take 
care. Captain,* whispered one who 
partially recognised him and knew 
he was not what he seemed ; * its 
the Birmingham Bone-crusher.' 
But the young dandy would hear 
of no compromise or interference. 
He had been * inthulted,' he 
calmly repeated, and * unless the 
gentleman apologised he should 
ha veto beat him.* After the manner 
of those times a ring was at once 
formed, seconds appointed, and 
the ill-matched pair, amidst won- 
der and laughter, began to strip 
for a regular fight under the 
accustomed strict rules of the 
prize-ring. The brawny pugilist 
was first in the ring, stripped 
to his waist, his enormous limbs 
and body looking perhaps too 
enormous, too full of beef and 
beer for an encounter with a more 
formidable antagonist ; but against 
such a one as now stood before 
him none doubted the result. 
Coolly and deliberately — as he did 
everything — the exquisite peeled to 
the skin, and as he drew the finely- 
embroidered dress-shirt over his 
head, the Bone-crusher gave a 
sudden start, and changed bis 
countenance, turning with a 
puzzled and almost alarmed ex- 
pression to his second, as he saw 
all round the slender body of 
his opponent the similitude of a 
large serpent, tattooed with most 
artistic skill in varied colours on 
his white skin, with its many 
convolutions ending in the flat 
head skillfully depicted as biting 
into his heart, or half-buried in his 
breast. What manner of man was 
this ? Young as he was, though 
not quite so young as he seemed, 
the * dandy * had been in many 



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strange lands where he had ex- 
perienced many vicissitudes, and 
this was a somewhat startling 
memorial of one of them. Any- 
how, if it did not make the giant 
forget his swashing blows, they 
fell harmless on his lithe opponent, 
who, being a perfect master of the 
art of self-defence, twisted about 
and evaded them as if endowed 
with the sinuous tortuosity of the 
reptile emblazoned upon him, till 
at last, substituting attack for 
defence, he dealt the exhausted 
giant such a blow from one of his 
long, slight, wiry arms, as made 
him utterly oblivious of the call of 
* Time.' This was the long- 
remembered achievement of a 
dandy of that period, and this 
digression is to warn the censors 
of to-day against under-estimating 
the modem * masher,* or the much- 
derided * chappie.* ** 

I wish that I could think there 
is at this moment a single officer 
in the British army or navy who 
could administer such a licking to 
a professional prize-fighter four 
stone heavier than himself as 
** Facer** Wellesley inflicted upon 
the ** Birmingham Bone-crusher,'* 
in 1 846. Knowledge of the noble 
art of self-defence has, I regret to 
say, gone altogether out of fashion, 
and not one in ten thousand of the 
luxurious and self-indulgent spec- 
tators who pay a fancy price at 
the Pelican Club or elsewhere, to 
look on, while a couple of trained 
pugilists put on the gloves, would 
now peel to his skin like ** Facer " 
Wellesley, and try conclusions 
with an unknown stranger big 
enough to eat him up. The result 
of the total oblivion of trained 
practice in using Nature's weapons 
has caused the knife to be in- 
creasingly resorted to in the British 
Isles, until one of our police 
magistrates, in passing sentence 
recently upon an Italian who had 
stabbed his mate in a quarrel, 



found it necessary to advise the 
culprit to give up the stiletto and 
to learn le boxe. In our public 
schools a fight between schoolboys 
is at present almost unknown, and 
no such scene is ever witnessed, as 
the pugilistic encounter which 
took place at Eton between Jack 
Musters and Assheton Smith, of 
which Mr. Vyner remarks in his 
** Notitia Venatica," that ** it was 
a most determined affair through- 
out, and after an hour's hard 
fighting, in which both were 
terribly punished, the seconds 
interfered, for neither would give 
in. They remained friends through 
life. , The science of self-defence, 
in which Mendoza and Jackson 
gave instructions, was on several 
occasions turned to good account 
by Mr. Musters in a way that 
gave satisfaction to everyone. 
Once, in returning with a party 
of friends from Covent Garden 
Theatre, he gave the ringleader of 
a lot of bullying ruffians such a 
thrashing as he never forgot ; and 
on another occasion he was equally 
successful at an election in almost 
annihilating a bruiser brought in 
terrorem by the opposite party to 
take the shine out of Mr. Musters 
and his friends." 

For the most striking anecdote 
told in connection with Mr. 
Musters* proficiency with his fists^ 
we are indebted to his contem- 
porary, Mr. T. B. Story, who was 
shooting with him one year upon 
some public moors near Scar- 
borough, in Yorkshire,where every 
sportsman who paid ;f 10 was 
allowed to shoot for the season. 
Mr. Musters and Mr. Story were 
under the guidance of a local 
gamekeeper, who either from 
ignorance or from mischief allowed 
them to leave the ground on which 
they had a right to shoot, and to 
trespass upon a preserved district 
which belonged to a noble lord. 
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right and left shots when up came 
the aggrieved head - keeper to 
represent the owner of the invaded 
property, with whom Mr. Musters 
was well acquainted. The keeper 
was a magnificent specimen of a 
burly Yorkshireman, standing six 
feet two inches in his stockinged 
feet and weighing seventeen stone. 
He was accompanied by two 
under-keepers, when the following 
conversation occurred : — 

Keeper (in the broad Yorkshire 
of the Wolds) : ** Weel, maisters, 
you'll be enjoyin' yoursens rarely ; 
who be ye ? " 

Mr. Musters : ** Why, my 
friend, I hope we are doing no 
wrong; we thought we were 
shooting on the open moors.'* 

Keeper : ** You be dommed ! 

These be Lord 's moors, and 

you knaws it as wull as Oi do." 

Mr. Musters : *' Well, if we are 
off our ground, I'm very sorry. 
Here is my card ; give it with my 
compliments, to your master, and 
say I will write to him." 

Keeper : ** I'se nowt to de-a wi' 
cards. We owt roightly to tak' 
your guns— but be off wi' ye. 
Howsimever, we mun' tak' your 
game " — suiting the action to the 
word, and walking towards the 
keeper who was carrying the dead 
grouse. 

Mr. Musters : ** You had better 
not try that." 

Keeper: " Whoy ? " 

Mr. Musters: *^ Because I shall 
not let you." 

Keeper gives vent to a long, 
incredulous whistle, and again 
makes for the man carrying the 
game-bag. Mr. Musters hands 
his gun to Mr. Story, and takes 
off his shooting jacket. 

Gamekeeper laughs aside to his 
amused comrades, and mutters, 
** Weel, I s'pose I maun strip too," 
and throws off his coat and waist- 
coat. The two antagonists stand 
face to face in fighting attitude. 



The keeper goes in at the Squire, 
17 St. against I3st. lolb., with 
round blows which the Squire 
deftly evades, and then darts 
in with a couple of terrible hits, 
striking his huge enemy full in the 
face ; then ' breaking away and 
repeating the dose several times. 
After a long round of ten minutes, 
neither down, the keeper, with 
nose bleeding freely and both eyes 
bunged up, affects to hear a shot 
fired in the distance, and ex- 
claims to his companions ** By 
Gom, lads, there's another lot on 
t' other soide o' the glen, we mun 
tak' *em fust, and then coom bock 
to these chaps." With that, he 
and his men ran away as fast as 
they could, amidst the uproarious 
laughter of Mr. Story, the Squire 
and their servants. ** Good-bye, 
gamekeeper," shouted the Squire ; 
** if you don't tell your master, 1 
won't." Needless to add that 
nothing further was heard by the 
offending party of their trespass 
and its consequences. 

Let us turn to another instance 
in humble life, of the utility of 
fighting, where a bully crosses a 
working-man's path, and stands in 
the way of his advancement. 
There is not, in the English 
language, a more interesting, and 
for men of humbleorigin,a moreen- 
couraging book than Dr. Smiles's 
** Life of George Stephenson." 
The ** Father of Railways " was, 
as everybody knows, the son of 
Bob Stephenson, a labouring man 
at Wylam, about eight miles 
north of Newcastleon- Tyne, who 
brought up a large family upon 
twelve shillings a week. There 
was no money to spare upon the 
education of the children, and 
until eighteen years old, George 
Stephenson could neither read 
nor write. Even at twelve shil- 
lings a week, work was sometimes 
hard to get, and when George was 
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Wylam to Jolly's Close, where a 
new coal-mine had recently been 
opened. In various humble call- 
ings, sometimes as fireman, and 
at others as brakesman of a 
colliery engine, young George got 
his bread, until at the age of 21 
he was earning about a pound a 
week, and was engaged to be 
married to Fanny Henderson, 
when a big pitman called Nelson, 
crossed his path, and tried the 
same bullying menaces upon him 
with which he had frightened his 
other comrades. One day, after 
George had drawn Nelson up 
from the bottom of the pit, the 
bully, after indulging in very 
coarse language, threatened to 
kick George, which he defied 
him to do. A day was then fixed 
for a battle between them, and 
everybody thought that George 
would be killed. He was a 
universal favourite, while his an- 
tagonist very much the reverse, 
and although few dared to say so, 
they all hoped against hope that 
he would give Nelson a sound 
thrashing. Nelson went off work 
for some days before the encounter, 
in order to keep himself fresh and 
strong. George Stephenson, on 
the other hand, stuck closely to 
his work day after day, and 
appeared to be utterly indifferent 
as to the approaching conflict. 
** So " writes Dr. Smiles, ** on the 
appointed evening, after George 
had done a hard day*s labour, he 
repaired to the Dolly's Pit Field, 
where his exulting antagonist was 
ready to meet him. George 
stripped, and went in like a prac- 
tised pugilist, although it was his 
first and last fight. After a few 
rounds George's wiry muscles and 
well-trained strength enabled him 
severely to punish his adversary, 
and to secure an easy victory. He 
was no pugilist, and the very 
reverse of quarrelsome; but he 
would not be put down by the 



bully of the colliery, and he fought 
him with alacrity. The two 
belligerents then shook hands, and 
remained friends. In after life 
Stephenson's mettle was often 
tried, and he did not fail to exhibit 
the same resolute courage as he 
showed in his encounter with Ned 
Nelson, the fighting pitman of 
Callerton." If he had not stood 
up to Nelson and thrashed him, 
it is more than probable that, 
according to the inexorable laws 
which rule the •'survival of the 
fittest," he would have gone to his 
grave unknown, unhonoured and 
unsung. 

Many years since, Mr. John 
Gully, whom I knew well, re- 
marked to me that every young 
man, be his station in life what it 
might, ought to learn how to use 
his fists, because even a slight 
acquaintance with the rudiments 
of fighting would give him self- 
reliance and courage, if he should 
ever get into a row. ** Remem- 
ber," he added, with great im- 
pressiveness, "that in a street 
brawl your fate will depend upon 
your first blow. If you put your 
heart into your fist and hit with a 
will, not once in twenty times will 
your opponent want you to strike 
him a second time. But if you 
hit in a half-hearted way, your 
adversary will be encouraged by 
your feebleness, and the odds are, 
that the labouring man will beat 
the gentleman, because he is the 
coarser and harder of the two." 
Every reader of "Guy Living- 
stone" will remember the fight 
between what Mr. George Law- 
rence calls ** the patrician and the 
proletarian " — that is to say, 
between Guy Livingstone and a 
prize-fighter, which came off at 
Aylesbury just before the Univer- 
sity steeplechase, and ended, of 
course, in the victory of Mr, 
Lawrence's hero. In real life, a 
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been taught to fight, is but too 
likely to be licked by a street-cad 
if they come to blows. Given, 
however, such training in the arts 
of the prize ring as •* Facer " 
Wellesley, or the late and present 
Marquis of Queensbury had 
acquired, it is 20 to i on the 
gentleman before the first blow is 
struck. 

The age in which we live is 
devoted to athletics, games, and 
sports to such a degree, that 
remonstrances have been heard to 
issue from many mouths, even 
from those of a Lyttelton, warn- 
ing schoolmasters not to overdo 
what should be merely the acces- 
sories, instead of the main purposes 
of school-life. It seems to me 
that some slight training in the use 
of the fists would be infinitely 
more advantageous to boys who 
go forth into life without knowing 
what lies before them, and have 
not in many cases an idea, in 
what country their lot will be cast, 
than some of the athletics which 
are now taught in schools to 
the exclusion of book-learning 
and scholarship, and even of 
good handwriting. Be that as 
it may, there can be no doubt 
that the employment of the 
dagger and the revolver is growing 
apace in this country, and indeed, 
all over the world. Many years 
have passed since Chief Justice 
Best concluded a charge to the 
High Jury of Wiltshire in the 
following emphatic words : — 

**The practice of boxing has 
often been a subject of discussion 
in this country. I must say it 
seems to me a practice that may 
advantageously be encouraged to 
a certain extent. It is in some 
sense a law of peace, because it 
discourages unfair meansof attack ; 
it prevents malicious retaliation ; 
it enables men to employ the full 
advantages they naturally possess; 
and while it foments a proper 



English spirit, it prevents courage 
from degenerating into brutality, 
and secures men from the malig- 
nity of those whom they have 
offended." Certainly Chief Justice 
Best, who afterwards became 
Lord Wynford, would have agreed 
with John Gully in recommending 
that English boys and young men 
should be taught the noble art of 
self-defence, for nothing is better 
calculated to make them self- 
reliant and courageous. Instead 
of provoking quarrels, the know- 
ledge how to fight imparts self- 
restraint to those who possess it, 
as the following story, told to me 
by Mr. John Kent, who had 
it from nis father, will go to 
prove : — 

When Mr. John Gully was a 
middle-aged man, and had become 
a very prominent supporter of the 
Turf, it chanced that he and Mr. 
George Payne were standing one 
day upon Newmarket Heath, close 
to the Bushes, and engaged in 
earnest conversation. Presently 
three other men drew near, with- 
out taking any notice of Mr. Gully 
or Mr. Payne, whom they evi- 
dently did not know by sight. It 
appeared that one of the three 
strangers was loudly pressing one 
of the other two to pay him a bet 
which he had won upon the last 
race, and which the layer repudi- 
ated. The dispute was carried on 
in such loud and angry tones that 
John Gully at last was induced to 
interfere, and to exclaim to the 
layer of the bet, ** Why don't you 
pay this man the money which 
you obviously owe him ? " With 
a coarse oath the repudiator, a 
tall, powerful man, walked close 
up to Gully, and doubling his fist, 
threatened to strike him. Holding 
up his hand. Gully exclaimed, 
•* Don't strike, or you will repent 
it ! " As the man still held his 
ground, and continued to threaten 
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his insolence, ejaculated, *' Hang 
it, Gully, let him have it." The 
single word ** Gully " was suffi- 
cient for the purpose, and worked 
wonders in its instantaneous effect 
upon the boisterous brawler. At 
that time Mr. Gully and his three 
wonderful fights, one with the 



Game Chicken and two with 
Gregson, were the common talk 
of Enghshmen, and no sooner did 
the aggressive disputant recognise 
that John Gully stood before him 
than he turned upon his heel and 
made oif as fast as his legs would 
carry him. 



Trainers and Training. 



It requires but a slight paraphrase 
to divert that well-worn proverb 
of our youth to the purpose of 
this article, " Train up a colt in 
the way he should go." Yes, and 
in these days of high competition 
the thorough-bred colt, from the 
rnoment it leaves its mother's 
side, is made to begin its educa- 
tion after the most approved 
methods of modern science. It 
is exceedingly curious and interest- 
ing to observe how these methods 
have altered since the advent of 
the present century. It is old- 
world lore to read of such men as 
Christopher Jackson, the trainer of 
Matchem ; of Isaac Cope, of 
Tupgill ; of Scaife, the trainer of 
Rockingham ; of George Searle, 
of Sledmere; of Michael Mason, 
of Hambleton ; of Tessyman, who, 
beginning as a jockey, afterwards 
trained Cavendish and other good 
horses ; of John Lowther, known 
as Black Jack, who trained on 
Bramham Moor ; of Charles Daw- 
son of Silvio Hall ; of William 
Collinson, of Middleham, or of 
(last, but not least), Robson, who 
was for many a year a king at 
Newmarket, and during his time 
led back seven Derby winners, 
such as Waxy, Whalebone, 
Whisker and Emilius, and ten 
winners of the Oaks. History 
tells us that he made ;^6o,ooo by 



his honest industry. Would that 
trainers nowadays would be 
satisfied with the savings thus 
put together. Robson's system of 
training, we are told, was not a 
severe one as compared with that 
of his compeers. His horses were 
full of vigour and muscle, and 
only had three mile sweats once a 
week ! (What would our modern 
trainers say to this ?) With what 
difficulties, however, had our 
old- day trainers to contend with as 
compared with those of to-day. 
Long journeys by road, no rail- 
ways; three and four-mile races 
(in heats very often) to prepare 
their horses for. The absorption of 
every particle of fat and super- 
fluous flesh was an absolute 
necessity in those days. Now we 
seem to have gone into the other 
extreme, and wear out their legs 
and stretch their sinews by short 
tearaway gallops. While we do 
not dare to run them 59 times in 
a season, as old Tom Parr did 
Clothworker, or, as he did with 
Fisherman, win 23 races out of 
34 starts in a season, besides 
travelling them many hundreds of 
miles to accomplish these records. 
Probably, however. Rataplan's 
record was the best of his time, 
for he won 38 races in a season 
out of 62 runs. There are obvious 
reasons, however, why horses are 



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not brought out to run so fre- 
quently as of old. There are so 
many more handicaps, and fewer 
weight-for-age races, and immedi- 
ately a horse has won a fair 
handicap he is raised to a high 
weight in future handicaps, and 
has no chance to compete success- 
fully . Then again, the competition 
is now so much more severe. We 
have more than one hundred and 
twenty trainers ; and assigning 
them an average of fifteen horses 
each will give us 1,800 horses in 
training, and we know that the 
actual ngures of horses in training 
far exceed this number. 

Training establishments are 
spread very widely throughout 
the country, thus : — 

Cambridgeshire. — Newmarket, 
Royston. 

Wiltshire. — Manton, Beck- 
hampton, Netheravon, Wrough- 
ton, Liddington, Ogbourne. 

Lincolnshire. — Baumber. 

Rutland. — Exton. 

Scotland. — Ayr. 

Yorkshire. — Hambleton, Mid- 
dleham, Malton, Richmond, Bev- 
erly, Ripon, Pontefract. 

Hampshire. — Stockbridge, 
Kingsclere, Grateley. 

Surrey. — Epsom. 

Cumberland. — Penrith. 

Berkshire. — Ilsley, Chilton, 
Lam bourne. Wantage. 

Sussex. — Michel Grove, Fin- 
don, Alfreston, Lewes, Arundel. 

Gloucestershire. — Bourton- 
on-the-Hill. 

Shropshire. — Stanton. 

Dorset. — Pimpeme. 

Ireland. — The Curragh. 

"The Druid" gives it as his 
opinion (and no mean one it is) that 
Hambleton is the best training- 
place in the North, and Ilsley in 
the South — and yet Hambleton 
is now almost deserted, and old 
John Scott's stables, from whence 
St. Leger winners used to issue 
plentifully, are now deserted. 



A trainer's life may be said to 
be placed in pleasant places, and 
yet he has no sinecure ; anxieties 
of no mean kind beset him on 
every side. It behoves him, above 
all things, to be active, keen, and 
careful. Honest, of course, he 
must be to his employers, and 
where he is a public trainer he has 
several masters to please — not an 
easy thing to do where their horses 
may be competing at a meeting, 
and where but a small margin di- 
vides their merits. The trainer of 
to-day, unlike his confrere of fifty 
years ago, has the glare of public 
opinion always upon him. Secrecy 
in training is a thing of the past. 
The growth of sporting literature 
has set a watch on his daily, and 
even hourly, movements, and he 
knows that to deceive the public 
nowadays is a task almost beyond 
his powers, if indeed it is worth 
his attempting ; while his master, 
the owner, is for ever expecting 
to have those few valuable pounds 
to spare which will land him the 
proud winner of a big handicap. 

How often have I heard an 
owner denounce his trainer as a 
most disheartening man, always 
without hope, with ever a some- 
thing which militates against suc- 
cess ! ** You are sure to be 
beaten by such and such a horse, 
if he runs,'* or, ** your horse is just 
short of a few gallops," or " if he 
will only give his running at home 
in public, you might back him for 
a trifle, but I want him to be 
a 10 lb. better horse to make the 
race a good thing for him," and 
the owner, with a patience only 
begotten by experience, decides 
to await for a better opportunity. 

The priceless gem that a really 
good horse is to a trainer only 
comes to him now and again in 
life, and, when he discovers him, 
what a thrill of extra anxiety does 
he cause him ! Where will his 
owner place him ? Will he stand 



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training ? Will his temper stand 
the tests of training and trials ? 
Will he quite get the distance 
required ? All these questions 
will have to be answered in the 
affirmative before that horse can 
prove his superiority on a race- 
course. Speaking of temper re- 
minds me how grave has become 
the difficulty of starting in the 
present day, with so many races 
of a mile and under, and so much 
time expended in trying to effect 
a fair start. Imagine what the 
tension must be to a highly-strung 
animal during the twenty minutes 
he is being twisted and turned 
about, now dashed forward, then 
checked and pulled on his haunches, 
now lashed at by another com- 
petitor, then hit or spurred by his 
jockey. Can it be wondered 
that horses thus used (often as 
two-year-olds in their first expe- 
rience of a race) become fractious 
and nervous at the post, and very 
soon lose their tempers and be- 
come unreliable in a race ? 
Trainers will tell you of hundreds 
of such cases. And is there no 
remedy ? 

In Australia they have a start- 
ing machine, which is said to be 
a success. At all events, it has 
the merit of at once letting a 
horse and rider know when he has 
to go. This is a great way towards 
solving the difficulty. As long as 
a horse stands in front of a high 
gate or railing, he knows that he 
cannot be urged to start. Fling 
that impediment instantly aside 
by machinery, and he knows that 
his course is clear, and that he 
must go. Why not test its effi- 
cacy in private to begin with ? 
The Jockey Club could easily do 
this. Once admit the principle, 
and what a fortune there would 
be in the best adaptation of the 
machine ! How often I pity Mr. 
Arthur Coventry and his confreres^ 
r Anson and Custance, under their 



present trying circumstances. 
Such a safe means of starting 
horses would be almost as great a 
relief to them as to the trainers 
and their horses, as well as to the 
jockeys, if it turned out a success. 
And, in the name of all that is 
likely, why should it not be a 
success ? 

In Australia they also have very 
large fields of horses — often larger 
than ours — and there it has proved, 
if we can believe the Press, an 
unmixed benefit. I am confident 
that this reform would add lustre 
to the Turf, and not be very 
difficult of accomplishment. Of 
course every trainer would have 
to erect a machine of the same 
pattern, and his horses would be 
started in their trials by it. This 
would accustom them to it 
thoroughly before they came on 
to a racecourse, and they would 
no more fear it, than they do 
walking into a horse-box. We 
should hear no more then of end- 
less delays at the post, or of 
jockeys stealing a start, or wear- 
ing out a starter's patience to 
gain an unfair advantage there. 
All I say is, give it a trial. The 
present state of things is most 
prejudicial to the interests of the 
Turf, in which such immense 
sums are now invested. Perhaps, 
if the Jockey Club would not em- 
bark in this trial on their own 
account, they might be persuaded 
to grant a license to one of our 
great race Companies, such as 
Kempton, Sandown, or Manches- 
ter, to do so. In the event of its 
success, its sponsors would gain 
immensely by their pluck. 

This naturally leads to the ques- 
tion of galloping and trying horses 
by the watch, which we know our 
Yankee friends are doing, and 
they certainly make very few mis- 
takes when they really fancy their 
horses. Are we, then, too proud 
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methods of race riding are 
ugly and disadvantageous, but 
we see every day that we are 
getting nearer to their system of 
top-speed racing, and it is just 
this which, in my humble opinion, 
makes an absolutely fair start in 
short races a necessity. But I 
have already pursued this branch 
of my subject at greater length 
than was intended, interesting 
though it be. 

Happily trainers have less to 
fear in these days from nobblers 
and such-like blacklegs than those 
of old, although there have been 
several cases of late years that 
still remain mysterious; but some 
day, probably, the truth will leak 
out. 

The celebrated case of the man 
Dawson, who from 1808 to 181 2 
was a systematic horse-poisoner, 
may not be familiar to many of 
your readers. It was so extra- 
ordinary that perhaps I may be 
permitted to touch on its most 
salient features. Daniel Daw- 
son was what in those days 
was called a " Touter." Lord 
Foly*s Pirouette and Spaniard 
and Sir F. Standish*s colt by 
Eagle were all three killed 
by the poison of white arsenic, 
supposed to have been put into 
their water-troughs. Dawson was 
put on his trial at Cambridge, in 
the spring of 1812, for this offence, 
and his accomplice, Cecil Bishop, 
turned King's evidence against 
him. It appeared that Bishop 
had been a chemists' assistant in 
Wardour Street, and became 
acquainted with Dawson in 1807, 
and the latter, on the plea that he 
wanted to retaliate on a man who 
had played tricks with a horse be- 
longing to a friend of his, and only 
wanted to sicken, not kill the horse, 
became intimate with Bishop, and 
obtained from him solutions of 
arsenic at various times. They 
attempted thus to poison Lord 



Darlington's Rubens, in 1809, and 
succeeded in another case the same 
year. At that time (181 1) Prince, 
a leading trainer at Newmarket, 
had under his care four horses 
going to run for the Claret Stakes, 
and, by means of a syringe. Bishop 
infused the poison into their water 
— two of the horses died, and two 
recovered. There was a betting 
man, named Twist, who was a 
confederate, and backed the field 
against these horses. Mr. Prince 
proved the poisoning of the horses, 
and it was by his exertions that 
Dawson was brought to trial. 
Nevertheless, owing to the cranks 
in the laws of those days, the judge 
stopped the case, and directed an 
acquittal on the ground that Daw- 
son had been indicted as a princi- 
pal, instead of an accessary before 
the fact. 

Master Daniel Dawson, how- 
ever, was not destined to get off 
so lightly, as he was indicted a 
second time for poisoning a horse 
belonging to a Mr. Adams, of 
Royston ; again Cecil Bishop was 
the principal witness against him, 
and described the arsenic as not 
offensive in smell, and said that 
Dawson persuaded him to mix it 
over-strong. Mrs. Filbrook, an 
inn-keeper at Newmarket, where 
the prisoner lodged, proved having 
found a bottle of liquid under his 
bed, just before the poisoning took 
place, and which a chemist proved 
to be poison, and there was further 
incriminating evidence. 

Mr. King, the prisoner's counsel, 
contended that it was not a 
criminal offence, unless it could 
be proved that Dawson had a 
spite against the owner, and that 
it was not his intention to kill, 
but only to injure the horse. The 
jury, however, found a verdict of 
guilty, and Dawson was sentenced 
to death. In vain he pleaded with 
Lord F.Osborne and Lord Foley to 
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telling them some secrets of his 
practice, and acknowledging to 
have poisoned twenty horses. On 
August 8th, 1 812, before an as- 
semblage of 12,000 people, at 
Cambridge Castle, he was hanged, 
his recorder adding ** that on the 
scaffold he behaved with manly 
and religious fortitude, although 
for a day or two after his convic- 
tion he was unruly and boisterous 
in the extreme." 

Happily, such crimes as here 
described, are not common now, 
and if they were they would not 
cause the forteiture of the life of the 
criminal, yet trainers have ever 
to be on the alert against dishonesty 
in their stables, both at home and 
abroad. Twice within my limited 
experience have horses with which 
I have had to do been poisoned — 
once at Oxford, when the race was 
only a Christ Church grind, and 
again in Scotland, where the case 
was much more serious, and a 
valuable horse nearly died, when 
taken to run for the Grand Scottish 
National Steeplechase, at Irvine, 
then a big aifair, with ;^400 added 
money, and my horse was a hot 
favourite. I dare say that some 
of my readers may have had 
similar experiences which have 
never been made public. Many 
people prefer to suffer in silence, 
knowing that gross carelessness 
on the part of their grooms 
or trainers has much to do with 
such troubles. 



" Spare the rod and spoil the 
child," is a maxin which every 
trainer must perforce adopt with 
his lads, both apprentices and 
others, if he wish to protect his 
master's interests and have any 
peace of mind himself. 

After all, much as a trainer's 
life now, and the system of train- 
ing, differ from that of old days, 
there can be no denying the fact 
that, not only has he' to work 
harder now, but he must also be 
superior in gcr : . r wlcdge. 
He must be a man ot means to a 
certain degree, but no gambler — 
and if he can pick out a jockey 
now and again from his appren- 
tices, as a light-weight, he will 
find in him a little gold mine for 
himself and his employer. 

**The Druid" tells us that 
** Grandfather" Day used to train 
on Houghton Down at Stock- 
bridge, where he was right ably 
assisted by his fine old Saxon 
dame, who knew as much about 
condition and farriery * as the 
ablest member of the Royal 
Veterinary College. Her family 
maxins, moreover, were quite 
as sound as her stable ones, 
and she imptessed upon her 
children the following wholesome 
couplet. 

•* Fear thy God, speak evil of none. 
Stick to the truth, and don't be done." 

Borderer. 



Old-Time Partridge Shooting. 



" Oh wad some power the giftic gie* us 
To see *oorsell as ithers see us. 

So sang Scotland's greatest poet 
at a time but little anterior to the 
period treated of in our illustra- 
tion, and I cannot but think that 
it would be instructive, as well as 
amusing, to both parties, could, 



by any possibility, the top-hatted 
sportsman of the picture, and a 
fin de Steele shooter of our own 
time be brought together to enjoy 
a day's partridge shooting in the 
styles to which they would be 
severally accustomed. 

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Snapshot, one of the most rising 
shots of the day (we are all shots, 
and not sportsmen now) at being 
expected to rise at six, to sally forth 
bearing a huge muzzle-loading 
fowling-piece, shot belt, and pow- 
der-flask, to lunch at eleven o'clock 
off bread and cheese and beer, and, 
after tramping the whole country- 
side for eight or ten hours, to 
return to a five o'clock dinner, 
with a miserable six or seven 
brace of partridges and a landrail 
in the bag ; or, on the other hand, 
picture to yourself the consterna- 
tion of Mr. Ramrod, as we will 
irreverently christen the gentle- 
man in the illustration, at starting 
at eleven o'clock — by which time, 
as he would not fail to point out, 
all scent would have vanished — 
as if we cared for such trifles as 
scent at the end of the nineteenth 
century — to form one of a line of 
guns and beaters, walking a suc- 
cession of turnip fields, into which 
birds from the neighbouring stub- 
bles are carefully driven ; or, worse 
still, at being placed behind a 
hedge to kill driven birds, whizz- 
ing past him like so many feathered 
cannon balls, I fear the long- 
barrelled, crooked-stocked muzzle- 
loader with which he is armed 
would do but scant execution in 
the latter event. 

Poor Mr. Ramrod ! No dogs, 
except a brace of retrievers ; no 
pottering about among the hedge 
backs ; his eye wiped every minute 
by the chokebores of his imme- 
diate neighbours in the line; a 
hot and indigestible lunch at two 
o'clock ; no shooting after five 
o'clock, when more hot and in- 
digestible food is served among a 
bevy of chattering ladies ; no din- 
ner till eight o'clock, only two 
glasses of port after it, and then 
flirtations and tobacco until one 
in the morning. O tempora, O 
mores ! Once more I repeat, poor 
Mr. Ramrod I 



Imagine, too, the contempt 
and astonishment with which 
each would eye the other's 
" get-up " : the amazement of 
Snapshot, attired in Lovat mix- 
ture tweed from head to knee, 
with a flannel shirt and gaudy 
stockings, at seeing a man pre- 
pare to take the field on a hot 
September day, arrayed in a 
white top hat, a twice round stock 
and gills, and a frock coat ! (In 
my mind's eye I can see my young 
friend informing a circle of in- 
credulous listeners in the club 
smoking-room, that " the Johnnie 
actually had on a frock coat ; I 
give you my word, a single- 
breasted frock coat ! ") Equally, 
too, can I imagine the disgust of 
Ramrod at seeing a gentleman 
dressed in clothes that he would 
not have permitted one of his 
labourers to wear. 

None the less, were such a 
meeting as I have imagined pos- 
sible, I cannot but think that both 
sportsmen would, in their inmost 
hearts, have admitted that there 
was some good, after all, in each 
other's methods. The ** old-time " 
shooter could not fail to appreciate 
the perfection to which modern 
science and luxury, combined 
with increased preservation of 
game, have brought the art of 
partridge shooting, whilst the 
sportsman of our own time — pre- 
suming him to be a sportsman- 
would envy the wild nature of 
what is nowadays rather a tame 
diversion, as often as not reduced 
to a mere question of accuracy of 
aim. 

No one appreciates more tho- 
roughly than the writer the 
luxuries to which the present 
generation of shooting men has 
accustomed itself — the big bags, 
the driven birds, the hot lunches, 
the man to carry your cartridges, 
and so forth — and yet, oddly 
enough, most of the days to which 



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he looks back with the greatest 
pleasure are those which corre- 
spond as closely as possible to the 
sport of a by-gone period, and 
this, I firmly believe, is the feeling 
of all men who do not look on 
shooting as a mere question of 
how much one can kill. True, it 
has never been my lot to shoot 
with a muzzle-loader, but some of 
my happiest recollections are of 
rough days in Scotland or Scan- 
dinavia, when, often alone, I 
carried my own game bag, and 
relied on my dog's nose and my 
own knowledge (often, alas! im- 
perfect) of venery to outwit really 
wild game. 

The peaceful landscape of the 
illustration has, however, but 
little in common with those 
northern latitudes ; but it must be 
borne in mind that in the earlier 
part of this century, when the 
population of these islands was 
about half what it is now, and 
before the enormous revolution in 
agricultural methods, there were 
great stretches of half-cultivated, 
half-barren country, which must 
have been the perfection of ground 
for working dogs. The fences 
were never cleaned ; and hairy, 
and overgrown, and stretching for 
yards into the fields on either side, 
were capable of concealing a tiger, 
and therefore a covey of partridges ; 
acres upon acres of badly cleaned 
fallow took the place of our present 
well-tilled turnip and potato 
crops, and, above all, the corn 
stubble, in those ante-reaping- 
machine days, was left, as shown 
in Turner's picture, nearly knee- 
high, and afforded the most ex- 
cellent of coverts for game of all 
descriptions. 

And here it may be remarked 
that the writer knows of a district 
in a southern county, which is now 
a flourishing watering-place of 
nearly 40,000 inhabitants, and yet 
where, less than forty years ago, a 



sportsman could (and did) wander 
at his own sweet will, getting the 
most delightful mixed bags of 
game, from black game and part- 
ridges down to teal and snipe. 

On the whole, although I am 
afraid there was a good deal of 
j>ot-hunting about it, old time 
partridge shooting must have been 
a very enjoyable thing, with a 
sense of real sport about it which 
we cannot attain to nowadays. 
It must have been very pleasant 
to start alone, or with one friend 
or attendant, and to watch your 
dogs — home-bred and broken — 
quartering their ground, instead 
of forming one of a line of breech- 
loading automatons, marching 
like an invading army through 
turnip-fields. How delightful to 
watch Ponto get wind of his game, 
and to note how well Juno backs 
him — by the way, Mr. Ramrod is 
depicted as shooting over a mixed 
team of three, a curious, but, 
judging from other sporting prints 
of the period, not an uncommon 
conibinatjon at the beginning of 
the century (is it possible that the 
setter was used for retrieving 
purposes ?) — and then, having 
flushed and, we will assume^ 
killed our birds, to see each dog 
drop to shot, and lie crouching in 
the stubble, whilst we strain our 
eyes to mark the flying covey 
down, and then having leisurely 
gathered our slain, to re-load to 
the pleasant accompaniment of 
the tap of the loading-rod on the 
wad. These are simple pleasures, 
but they are unattainable nowa- 
days. Some approach to them 
may still be found in Ireland, or 
the wilder parts of England, and 
the borders of Scotland or Wales, 
but the trail of the railway and 
modern «* civilisation " is over 
them all. 

None the less, looking at par- 
tridge shooting as a diversion, as 
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it can have been as good fun in 
olden days as it is at present, 
though it may have been higher 
sport. In those days of coaches 
and posting, the country gentle- 
man's shooting was confined al- 
most entirely to his own imme- 
diate neighbourhood, though no 
doubt in one sense this was an 
excellent thing, and consequently 
the pleasant country-house parties 
of our time were unknown, except 
among very rich or fashionable 
people, and shooting was not the 
sociable sport it has since become. 
Indeed, as with the fox-hunting 
of that period, I am afraid the 
sociability often came in after 
dinner, and, as the race of three- 
bottle men was by no means ex- 
tinct, I fancy that the old-fashioned 
muzzle-loader, with thirty-six inch 
barrels, must at times have been 
a little unsteady and erratic next 
morning, and a top hat have been 
a rather uncomfortable covering 
for an aching head. 

Then, too, although birds un- 
doubtedly lay better in those days, 
the inevitable time must have 
come when they became so wild 
as to be unapproachable — I lately 
came across an old sporting work, 
in which the sportsman was ad- 
vised to provide himself with a 
lo-bore for the purpose of killing 
partridges late in the season ; and 
as any notion of driving was still 
in nubibusj the old-time shooter 
must, as far as partridges were 
concerned, have found his occupa- 
tion gone by, say, the middle of 
November ; and although I have 
written hitherto rather from the 
point of view of a laudator temporis 
acti (I am afraid I cannot com- 
plete the quotation and add se 



puero) I must honestly confess that 
this is one of the things we 
manage better nowadays. Not 
only is partridge-driving a mag- 
nificent form of shooting, and one 
of the greatest factors in increas- 
ing the stock of game on a shoot- 
ing, it is also well nigh a necessity 
on a large estate, in these days of 
bare stubbles, trim fences, and 
early harvesting of root crops. 

I should dearly like Mr. Ram- 
rod, or some of his contemporaries, 
to bs the spectators of a really 
well-managed partridge drive in 
Hampshire or the Eastern Coun- 
ties, where five or six first-class 
shots are engaged, and to note 
their astonishment at the way in 
which covey after covey pelting 
down wind at the rate of fifty 
miles an hour, would be decimated 
with machine-like regularity, to 
observe the almost automatic drill 
of the loaders, and, most interest- 
ing of all, to see the perfection to 
which the art of driving wild — 
and often reluctant — game to a 
desired point has been brought. 
It may not be sport, in the strictest 
and highest sense of that word, but 
is undoubtedly magnificent. 

There is only one other thing 
I should also rejoice to see, and 
that is the spectacle of one of the 
afore-mentioned first-class shots 
set to hunt wild partridges in a 
wild country, towards the middle 
of November, armed with a ro- 
bore muzzle-loader and crowned 
with a white top hat ; and I 
sadly fear that his inevitable ver- 
dict would be that it was neither 
sport nor magnificent ! 

With which final cry of " Icha- 
bod " I must close this rambling 
sketch. 

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Animal Painters.* 

XVIIL— HENRY BERNARD CHALON, 
By Sir Walter Gilbey, Bart. 



The name of " Chalon *' being 
uncommon in this country before 
the middle of the last century, 
there is some reason to believe 
that a family connection may have 
existed between Henry Bernard 
Chalon and two brothers of the 
same name who resided in Eng- 
land in the middle of the last 
century, namely, John James 
Chalon, born in 1778, and Alfred 
Edward Chalon, born in 1781 ; 
the former a landscape and genre 
painter, the latter devoting him- 
self to portrait and subject paint- 
ing, each gaining in England 
considerable eminence. They 
came from Geneva, of an old 
French family, who had taken 
refuge there after the revocation 
of the Edict of Nantes. 

Henry Bernard Chalon was 
born in London in 1 770, where he 
resided until his death, which 
occurred in 184.9. His father, who 
was a native of Amsterdam, came 
in early life to London. H. B. 
Chalon became a student at the 
Royal Academy, where he made 
great progress, and painted with 
considerable success, game-birds, 
and landscapes with cattle and 
wild animals, his principal studies. 
He also painted successfully por- 
traits of race-horses and sporting 
dogs, together with hunting and 
general sporting subjects. 

In 1792, when only 22 years of 
age, his first work appeared on 
the walls of the Royal Academy, 
and he was a constant exhibitor 
for 45 years. 

He was appointed, in 1795, 

• Umfer this htadtng will be continued monthly 
the series 0/ brief articles connected with the lives 
of painters whose worhs appertain to animal life 
and sporty and who lived between the years 1600 
and 1850. 



animal painter to H.R.H. the 
Duchess of York, and later on 
was honored with a similar 
appointment to King William IV. 

His patrons included many of 
the most distinguished sportsmen 
and supporters of art in England ; 
and, having zealously applied 
himself to his profession through- 
out a long life, he produced a large 
number of pictures. Amongst the 
most successful examples oF work 
of his animal painting is that of a 
race-horse, '* The Colonel," which 
Chalon painted in 1837 for 
Mr. Richard Tattersall. "The 
Colonel '* was bred by Mr. 
Wyvill, of Burton Constable, in 
1825, and sold when a yearling to 
the Hon. Edward Petre, who dis- 
posed of him, after winning the St. 
Leger, to George IV. for ^4,000. 
Afterwards he was sold by auction, 
and was bought by Mr. Richard 
Tattersall for his breeding stud at 
Dawley, near London. 

He painted six large pictures, 
the '* Passions of the Horse," 
which were afterwards engraved 
and published by Jackson, in 
1827. 

Another good example of his 
work, an ** Irish Water Spaniel," 
painted in 1812, 4ft. 8in. by 4ft., 
is as fine in execution, and com- 
pares favourably with, a '* White 
Poodle," by George Stubbs, R.A., 
in the collection of Lord Yar- 
borough, at Brocklesby, Lincoln- 
shire. The picture of The Colonel 
is now in the possession of Mr. 
Herbert Mavor, and gained for 
him a special prize at a loan 
exhibition at the Agricultural 
Hall, London, in 1896. 

There are numerous engravings 
from the works of H. B. Chalon, 
amongst them the following: 



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Eight Mezzotints, all executed 
byW. Ward, A.R.A.:— 

(i) Costive, a celebrated Fox- 
hound of Lord Darlington's in the 
Raby Pack, plate 19^ by 14 
inches. (2) Setter , Marquis of 
Ely's, plate i(^\ by 14 inches. 

(3) Raby Pack, Lord Darlington's, 
representing portraits of Hounds 
on the Flags, Huntsman, and 
Feeder, plate 24 by. 18 inches. 

(4) Bull Dogs, Henry Baynton's, 
representing three celebrated dogs, 
Wasp, Child, and Billy, plate 24 
by 18 inches. Published by 
Random and Sneath in 1809. 

(5) Violante, a Race-horse, and 
"Buckle," the Jockey, plate 21^ 
^y ^Si inches. Published by 
Boydell & Co., March ist, 1808. 

(6) Pavilion, a Race -horse, and 
** Chefney." the Jockey. Pub- 
lished by Boydell & Co., March, 
1803. (7) Quiz, a Race-horse, 
and Jockey with saddle on his 
arm going into the weighing- room, 
plate 2 1 i by 1 6 inches. Published 
by R. Acker man, September ist, 
1808. (8) Coursifig, a portrait of 
Snowball. Published by Random 
& Sneath in 1807. 

Chalon painted Brainworm, a 
race-horse, plate 22 J inches by i6j 
inches, engraved by J. C. Easling 
and published March ist, 1808, by 
R. Ackerman — Morelli, a race- 
horse, and Vandyke, a race-horse, 
both plates 22^ inches by 16 J 
inches, engraved by William Say. 

In " Rural Sports," by the Rev. 
William B. Daniel, 4 vols., 
published in 1807 by Longman, 
Hurst, Rees, and Orme, there 
will be seen four plates from 
Chalon's works, namely : — ** The 
old English Setter," '* The Poin- 
ter," ** Spaniels," all engraved by 
the celebrated John Scott ; and the 
fourth plate, ** Four Pointers 
standing to game," engraved by 
Laney. There is also a book con- 
taining a series of pictures engraved 
on soft ground, entitled ** Chalon's 
Drawing Book of Animals and 



Birds of Every Description." 
** Studies from Nature," respect- 
fully dedicated, by permission, to 
H.R.H. the Duchess of York. It 
contains twenty-one plates, each 
plate being 14 by 11 in., published 
on the first of May, 1804, by H. B. 
Chalon and J. C. Nattes. Four of 
the series are Anatomical Tables, 
(i) "The Horse's Skeleton on a 
New System." (2) ** Explanation 
of the Anatomical Table of the 
Horse's Muscles." (3) ** Explana- 
tion to the Anatomical Tables." 
(4) ** The proportions of an 
Arabian on quite a New System." 
The other seventeen plates repre- 
sent animals, dogs, birds, &c. 

Many interesting plates from 
his pictures appear in the Sporting 
Magazine and in the New Sporting 
Magazine, between the years 1799 
and 1836. 

H. B. Chalon met with a severe 
accident in 1846 and died in 1849. 

List of the 193 pictures by H. 
B. Chalon, exhibited at the Royal 
Academy : — 

Yew of 

exhibit. 

1792 (2) Landscape, with Castle — Land- 
scape, with Horses. 

1796 Mare and Dog. 

^797 (6) Horses, belonging to Duke of 
York — Italian Greyhound — Skull 
of a Lion— Skull of a Bear — An 
Old English Setter— A Hunter. 

1798 (6) A Pomeranian Dog — A Hunter — 

An Arabian, belonging to Lord 
Heathfield — Shetland Pony, 
Duchess of Dorset — A Horse — 
A Hunter, of Lord Heathfield. 

1799 (6) A famous Pony, belonging to 

Mr. Field— Two of H.M. Stale 
Horses — Horse and Dog — Grey- 
hound — A Horse — A Hunter. 

1800 (4) Henry Hall -Two Chargers, be- 

longing to Duke of York— Mary 
Owen. 

1 80 1 (4) Beauty, one of His Majesty's 

State Horses — Two Chargers — 
Two Hunters — Spaniels Flushing 
a Woodcock. 

1802 Man and Dray-horse. 

1803 (6) Danceaway, hunter, the property 

of General Gn .svenor— Spaniel, 
properly of Major-general Urqu- 
hart— Maltese Ass— An Arabian — 
Hunter— The Bibury Welter Stakes. 



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Year ol 

exhibit. 

1804 (2) Dogs— Hannibal and Princess, 
property of Duke of York. 

iSos (4) Gamekeeper and Dogs, belong- 
ing lo Duke of York — Mare— 
Giles, property of W. Lake, Esq. — 
Spaniel. 

1806 (6) Hunter and Hack Mare, the 

property of Sir F. Boynton, Bart. — 
Hunters, property of Colonel 
Thornton — Hunter, property of A. 
Robert — Hunters, property of Sir 
F. Boynton — Bull Dogs, property 
of H. Boynton, Esq. — Snowball, 
greyhound. 

1807 (3) Famous Racer — Famous Racer — 

Setters. 

1808 (4) Sir David, by Trumpeter, with 

Samuel Chiffhey, property of Prince 
of Wales— Orville, by Bening- 
brough, and Smallman, the Groom, 
properly of Prince of Wales — 
Barbarossa, by Sir Peter, property 
of Prince of Wales— Carlo, famous 
spaniel, property of Mrs. Kennedy. 

1809 (2) Dray-horses, properly of C. Cal- 

vert, Esq., and Wrynone Joe, the 
Drayman — Hunters. 

18 10 (8) Hunter, property of Earl of Dar- 

lington— Poodle and Scotch Ter- 
rier—Brighton Hunter, property of 
Earl of Darlington — Cartouche, a 
poodle, properly of Duchess of 
York — Terrier and Tame Badger— 
Eaton, a racer, property of Elarl of 
Grosvenor — Fairy, Scotch terrier, 
property of Duchess of York — 
Costive, hound, property of Earl 
of Darlington. 

181 1 (5) Fidget, a famous blood horse, 

property of Major J. Mouat — ^Two 
Phaeton Ponies, property of 
H.R.H. Princess Charlotte of 
Wales — Scorpion, a famous blood 
horse, properly of H. R. H. Princess 
Charlotte of Wales — Two Ponies, 
property of H.R.H. Princess Char- 
lotte of Wales — An Arabian Broke 
Loose. 

18 1 2 (8) A Hunter, property of Viscount 

Hawarden— A Charger, property 
of Earl of Portarlington, and Cor- 
poral of 23rd Light Dragoons, who 
was at Castle of Talavera— Shoot- 
ing Pony, Gamekeeper, and Dogs, 
properly of J. Larking, Esq. — A 
Hunter and Foxhound, property 
of the Earl of Portarling^ton — Two 
favourite Phaeton Ponies, property 
of Princess Charlotte of Wales — 
Race-horse — Officer's Charger of 
7ih Hussars— Two Dogs, property 
of the Duke of Devonshire. 

181 3 (5) Sally, a spaniel — Inside of the 

Darlington's Kennel, with his 



Year pi 

exhibit. 

Huntsman, Dog-feeder, and most 
celebrated Hounds of Raby Pack — 
Sir Malagizi, famous racer, pro- 
perty of Sir M. M. Sykes, Bart., 
M.P. — Camillus, famous racer, 
property of Sir M. M. Sykes, Bart. , 
M.P. — Phcebe, spaniel, property of 
G. Vere, Esq. 

1 8 14 (5) Rose, a terrier, property of I^dy 
Graham — Fancy, a spaniel, pro- 
perty of E. Poore, Esq. — Groom 
and Hunter, belonging to Lady 
Augusta Vane — Two famous Hun- 
ters and Harriers, property of Sir 
B. Graham, Bart.— Stedmore, blood 
horse, property of Sir B. Graham. 

1S15 (5) Nobleman and Servant on two 
fast-trotiing Hacks — Two Spaniels 
— Major, a charger — Mammoth, 
property of Colonel G. Thornton — 
Fidele, Italian greyhound, properly 
of W. Rogers, Esq. 

1816 (3) Lavinia, a pug—Ostriches, pro- 

perty of ILR.H. Duchess of York- 
Nelson, Newfoundland dog, pro- 
perly of H.R.H. Duke of York. 

1817 (6) Flush, spaniel (Kin^ Charles 

breed)— The Royal Hunt, Mr. 
Sharp, Prince Regent's Huntsman, 
on Flamingo, Whippers-in on 
favourite Hunters, and group of 
picked Hounds — Horse and Groom, 
properly of Princess Charlotte of 
Wales — Berlin, a favorite, Pomera- 
nian, property of Duchess of York- 
Prince Leopold, a racer, with rider, 
Whealey, the jockey, property of 
the Duke of York — Horse, properly 
of Princess Charlotte of Wales. 

1 81 8 (10) Group of Dogs— Spaniel— Ter- 

rier — Mellow, managed horse, 
properly of J. Scott, Esq. — Pigeon, 
Arabian — Hack — Famous Hunter 
— Galloway Shetland pony — Ches- 
nut Hunter — Spaniel. 

1819 (8) Spaniel —Lady's Horse, Ponies, 

Spaniel — Head of Fickle, terrier — 
Gig Horse and Newfoundland 
Bitch — Vicare, hunter, property of 
Earl of Darlington — Hunter and 
his Groom, belonging to Countess 
of Darlington — Cows, Countess of 
Darlington — Three Horses, two 
Foxhounds, property of Hon. N. 
Fellowes. 

1820 (6) Persian Mare, presented to His 

Majesty from Emperor of Persia — 
Essex, a hunter, and his Groom, 
with distant View of Thorpe Hall, 
Yorkshire — Hunter and Newfound- 
land Dog — An Arabian, property 
of His Majesty — TwoGreyhounds — 
Hunter and Newfoundland Dog. 

1 82 1 (3) Foxhound, property of Sir M. M. 



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^*car of 

exhibit. 

Sykes — Horse, uilh Groom, pro- 
perty of Miss Beaumont, of Britton 
Hall, Yorkshire — Gamekeeper, his 
Pony, with Pointers. 

1822 (4) Hunter's Head and Foxhound — 
Hunter and Terrier — Old Hunter, 
with distant View of Eiarl of Car- 
lisle's Seat, with Mausoleum — 
Spaniel. 

1824 (2) Two Hunters— Terrier. 

1825 (3) Little Mare and Kilty, favourite 

hunters — Hunter, property of 
Countess of Darlington — Pony 
and Sporting Dogs. 

1826 Two spaniels. 

1827 (4) Vixen, a terrier — Pincher, terrier 

— Blood Horse, property of Colonel 
Sir James Mouat, Bart. — Thomas 
Dancer, Esq., his Horse, Dogs, 
and Friends. 

1828 (2) Gig Horse— Woodcock. 

1829 (2) Colonel, and Wm. Scott, winner 

and rider of Great St. Leger in 
1828, property of Hon. E. Petre— 
Gig liorse, Norwegian Rabbit, 
Cat, and two Terriers, properly of 
Henry Ellison, Esq., of Beverley, 
Yorkshire. 

1830 (5) Spaniel— Sow and Pigs— New- 

foundland—The Mischievous Boy 
— Patch, a pony. 

1 831 (4) Hunter — The Boy, a Persian cat 

— Hack, property of John Field, 
Esq. — Death of the Fox, with 
Portrait of Marquess of Cleveland 
and his lordship's Foxhounds. 

1832 (5) Hunter and Spaniel— Spot, 

Italian greyhound, property of 
Duke of Devonshire — Two Cats, 
white one from Persia, other from 
Siberia — Fang, a hunter, with 
rider, Mr. Connelly, property of 
Marquis of Sligo — Terrier. 

1833 Head of Pony, property of Ed. T. 

Copley, Esq., Halnaby Hall, 
Yorkshire. 

1834 (2) Tobias, pony, property of Duchess 

of Cleveland — Kaicaicher, with 
favourite Terriers, property of Rev. 
E. Dalton, Croft Darlington. 

1835 (2) Bess, an old English mastiff, 

property of Duke of Devonshire — 
Newfoundland Dogs, property of 
Lady Frances Wright Wilson. 

1836 (2) Bracer, celebrated foxhound in 

Linlithgow and Stirlingshire Pack — 
Master Hope Johnston, son of 
John J. Hope Johnston, Esq., 
M.P., on Pony, property of Dowa- 
ger Lady Torpicnen. 
'837 (3) Betty, cob, third of series of seven 
passions of a horse, represented by 
joy, old hunter in paddock roused 
by view halloa of huntsman — 



Year of 
exhibit. 

Scenery in Durham, with Raby 
Castle in distance— First of series 
of seven passions of a horse, repre- 
senting rage with agony, with 
Arabian scenery. 

1838 (4) Spaniel— Spanish Bark— Scotch 

Terriers, Scenery near Edinburgh 
— Pony. 

1839 (3) Spaniel— Turpin, celebrated blind 

dog, bred by Mr. Charles Cater in 
183s, won head prize at Public 
Spaniel Show in 1837— Brood 
Mare, with Foal. 

1840 (4) Jim Crow, spaniel — Two of Her 

Majesty's State Horses in character 
of courage — Celebrated Racer, Dal- 
pine— Dahlia, greyhound— Par- 
tridge Shooting, property of 
Thomas Henry Hope, Esq. 

1843 (3) Thorough-bred Spaniel of King 

Charles* breed— Skye Terrier — 
Terror, one of series of passions of 
the horse. 

1844 (3) Forest Mare and Foal— Terriers 

at a Rabbit- hole — Wandering Boy, 
hunter, property of Duke of Beau- 
fort. 

1845 Spaniel of King Charles' breed. 

1846 (2) Terrier— Sikh Goals, from Pun- 

jab, with their Indian Shepherd. 

1847 Tovy, property of Mrs. Blandford. 

List of the 19 engraved plates 
in the "Sporting Magazine," from 
pictures painted by H . B. Chalon: — 

1799 Greyhound, belonging to the Rev. H. 
B. Dudley, Bradwell Lodge, Essex, 
engraved by J. Scott. 

1806 Fighting Dog, belonging to Lord 

Camelford. He had killed three 
celebrated dogs in bis time, and 
was never beat. Engraved by H. 
R. Cook. 

1 807 (4) An old English Springer, bred at 

Thorney, Nottinghamshire, belong- 
ing to N. G. Nevill, Esq., etched 
by H. R. Cook— Wild Boar- 
hounds, the properly of the 
Duchess of York, engraved by H. 
R. Cook — Adjutants, the property 
of the Duchess of York, etched by 
H. R. Cook— Maltese Ass, up- 
wards of 13 hands high, etched by 
IL R. Cook. 

1808 (3) Cream-coloured Charger, an 

Hanoverian horse, belonging to 
His Majesty, engraved by H. R. 
Cook — A Wild Cat, engraved by 
H. R. Cook— Dick the Huntsman, 
well known at Newmarket as a 
runner with hounds, engraved by 
H. R. Cook. 

1809 (2) Wag, a dog of King Charles' 



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Year of 

exhibit 

breed, engraved by H. R. Cook — 
Indian Red Deer, painted for the 
Duchess of York, engraved by H. 
R. Cook. 

18 10 (2) Costive, a hound, one of the best 

of the Earl of Dailington's Pack, 
etched by H. R. Cook— Bonny 
Lass, a hound of the Earl of Dar- 
lington's Pack, engraved^by H. R. 
Cook. ••oi^^^ 

181 1 Flora, a celebrated hunting mare, the 

property of the Earl of Darlington, 
noted for an extraordinary jump of 
seven yards and three-quarters, 
engraved by H. R. Cook. 

181 2 Otter-hound, belonging to the Hon. 

Mr. Leslie, engraved by H. R. 
Cook. 
1824 The Darley Arabian, from a copy of 
the original drawing, belonging to 
Henry Darley, Esq., of Aldby 
Park, near York, engraved by 
Webb. 

1826 Streamer, a red dog, belonging to the 

Rev. F. Best, winner of the Cup 
at the Malton Coursing Meeting, 
1 82 1 . He was bred by George Lane 
Fox, Esq. , of Branham Park. En- 
graved by W. Ratldon. 

1827 Vanity, a blue and white bitch, 

belonging to the Rev. T. Best, 
was the winner of the Cup at the 
Malton Coursing Meeting, 1822, 
engraved by Raddon. 



Year of 

exhibit. 

1 83 1 Dwarf Beagles, bred by the late 
Colonel Thornton, of Thornville 
Royal. They are the smallest 
breed of beagles, and noted for 
their beauty. Engraved by H. R. 
Cook. 

List of four engraved plates in 
the '* New Sporting Magazine," 
from pictures painted by H. B. 
Chalon : — 

1834 Pincher and Shivers, terriers. Shivers 

was the property of Mr. Surtees, of 
Hamster ley Hall, in the county of 
Durham. Engraved by Duncan. 

1835 Tommy Binks. tiom in village 

of Stapleton ; gained a living by 
killing vermin. Engraved by 
Duncan. 
183s Wasp, Child, and Billy, bull-dogs. 
Billy was purchased by the famous 
Lord Camel ford, and, through him, 
Billy afterwards came into the 
possession of the Boynton family 
m Yorkshire. Engraved by Dun- 
can. 

1836 Bracer, celebrated hound in the Lin- 

lithgow and Stirlingshire Pack. 
The painting from which this en- 
graving is taken is from part of a 
large picture of " Mr. Ramsay, the 
Master* and his Hounds." En- 
graved by Duncan. 



Memories of an Old Soldier. 

III.— BILL THORBURN^S LAST CHANCE. 



He was a dilapidated ruin. A 
tangled, matted beard hid the 
lower part of his face, and the 
grizzled hair hung in elf locks 
from beneath his battered hat. 
His haggard, drawn face was 
tanned and weather-worn to the 
colour of an old saddle. Want 
had set its mark upon him, and 
his sunken, blood-shot eyes told 
of a long fight against lack of food 
and wholesome rest. His ema- 
ciated body was barely covered 
by the out-at-elbows coat, which, 
tightly buttoned across the chest, 
still betrayed at the throat that 



there was no shirt beneath it. As 
he moved, his trousers showed a 
naked knee through a long rent, 
and they met a cracked pair of 
highlows whose soles did Httle to 
protect the poor feet from the 
cruel stones of the high road. 
Everything about him betokened 
the man who is an outcast from 
his fellows, who has sunk to the 
lowest level of human existence, 
who has no friends, and who, feel- 
ing himself alone and shunned by 
all, cannot have enough self- 
respect to look anyone in the face 
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among men. He plodded along 
through the dust with bowed head 
and shuffling gait, and, as he 
went, he tore rather than ate a 
bit of meat and a small loaf, while 
ever and anon he glanced furtively 
over his shoulder like one who 
thinks to see a pursuer in his 
track. The last crumbs of the 
bread and meat disappeared before 
his voracity as he came to a little 
weed- covered pool by the road- 
side. ** May as well have a drink 
here," he muttered ; and, kneeling 
down by the water's edge, he 
separated the weeds with his 
hands and, making an open space 
to which he could approach his 
lips, bent and thirstily took a long 
draught. In drinking, as in eat- 
ing, he had more the manner of 
a famished hound than a man, 
and seemed to be all animal. As 
he raised his head, the water 
which he had disturbed settled 
again into a smooth surface and 
showed him the reflection of 
his gaunt, weather-beaten face. 
** And that's me, is it ? " he said 
to himself. " Ah, Bill Thorburn, 
my boy, you can't get much 
lower now. Faith, your own 
mother would not know her son, 
and you find it hard enough to 
recognise yourself. You've made 
a bad job of life lately, and 
maybe there's a night's lodgings 
waiting for you in ** The Jug." It's 
many a long day since you had a 
chance, and it's no good thinking 
what you would do if you got 
another, for you won't get it, and 
you're such a fool that you don't 
deserve it. Well, it won't be long 
before you're done with it all ; the 
next winter will finish you some- 
where, like as not." 

Clank, clank, jingle, jingle, is 
heard coming along the road, and 
catches the outcast's ear. He 
raises himself and sits down on 
the bank, shading his eyes with 
his hand. The burning rays of 



the sun, which have beaten piti- 
lessly on his weary body and 
scorched into glowing dust the 
path beneath his feet, now glint 
merrily on burnished steel, and 
give a lustre to the glossy coats of 
well-groomed horses. 

•* Lancers on the line of march," 
he says, as an advanced guard 
comes round the comer. Two 
fresh-looking boys and a corporal 
nearly as young as themselves, 
with lances slung and pipes in 
their mouths, are riding at ease 
and chatting light-heartedly. 
Dusty as they are, men and 
horses look marvellously smart 
and well-to-do, and it is hard to 
believe that these soldiers are of 
the same race as the tattered 
ruffian who looks at them. At a 
distance, in marching order, with- 
out plumes and with plastrons re- 
versed, it is impossible to dis- 
tinguish the corps ; but as the 
lads come nearer the special in- 
signia on their uniforms become 
visible. 

** The old regiment, by God ! 
Well, I never thought to set eyes 
on it again. Here comes the head 
of the squadron." The outcast 
sprang to his feet as the advanced 
guard passed him, and the main 
body of the detachment followed 
at a short distance. Two officers 
were riding in front, of whom the 
senior had a row of medal ribbons 
across the breast of his tunic. 
The crouching body of the out- 
cast suddenly shot out of its 
curved and bent form, and stif- 
fened itself into the proud erect- 
ness of a soldier at "attention," 
while he raised his ragged arm to 
his head in the military salute. 
For a moment again he was a 
man. For a moment an old in- 
stinct had hfted him from squalid 
nothingness into a loftier scale of 
being. 

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of the two officers. ** Poor devil ! 
he's come to grief since he took 
his discharge. He can't have been 
worth much if he's sunk to being a 
tramp Hke that." 

**Ahl I would not be too sure 
of that, Neil; people sometimes 
get a bit more than their due, 
either good or bad. Where should 
we be if we got our exact deserts ? " 

** Speak for youself. Major ; I 
only hope that my deserts would 
put me where I am, and I don't 
want anything much better. I 
suppose you'll give the men a halt 
soon, and then let us send back 
for that chap and do a little for 
him. I'd give an old soldier a lift 
if I could, whether he deserves it 
or not." 

** All right, Neil ; I daresay it's 
about time to look round the 
horses and let the men eat their 
bread and cheese. Trumpeter, 
sound * Halt ! ' and * Dismount ! ' " 

The trumpet rang out ; the 
squadron halted, and the men 
swung themselves from their 
saddles. 

*' Sergeant-major, tell the men 
to look round their kits, and see 
that nothing has shifted, and then 
let them stand easy. I'll inspect 
them before we move off again, 
and will you just go back along 
the road and fetch me that tramp 
who was standing on the path and 
saluted as we came by ? " 

The Sergeant-major gave his 
directions, trotted back, and hailed 
the outcast. "Here, my man, 
Major Molyneux wants to speak 
to you, though I'm blessed if you 
look very fit for society." 

''I'll come, Sergeant-major;" 
and, sotto voce, ** he was always a 
kind-hearted gentleman, that 
Molyneux, when he was a subal- 
tern; I daresay he's no worse 
now. I'd lay a good bit, if I had 
it, he does not recognise me any 
more than Sergeant-major Stubbs, 
though many's the time I gave him 



a belting for his good when he was 
a • cruity.' " 

As they passed through the files 
of men, there was much comment, 
nudging of elbows, and saying, 
'* Who's old Stubbs got hold of 
now ? " '* He's generally a bit 
more particular who he speaks 
to," " That chap don't look over- 
fed." The outcast had relapsed 
into his broken-down shamble, 
and looked more miserable than 
ever as he made his way to the 
place where the officers were 
standing, but when the Sergeant- 
major said, '* Here's the man, sir," 
again he pulled himself together, 
and stood stiffly at ** attention." 

*• Well, my man, I see you're 
an old soldier ; what regiment 
were you in ? " 

** Yes, sir, I served in this very 
regiment ; you don't remember 
me, but I know you well enough. 
We were in the same recruit's 
ride, fifteen year's ago, when the 
regiment lay at Norwich ; and I 
was with you at the Cape, and in 
the Camel Corps in Egypt. 
Maybe you'd remember me if I 
told you my name. I'm Thor- 
bum, sir, as used to be in B 
Troop." 

** Good gracious, man ! I know 
you now, though it's a long time 
since I saw you. Why, you got 
the distinguished service medal 
for Abu Klea. I don't remember 
your being discharged. How on 
earth have you come to this con- 
dition ? " 

** I was discharged when you 
was on sick leave, sir ; I claimed 
my discharge when we came 
home from Egypt, and took my 
deferred pay. I had a good situa- 
tion to go to, sir ; but I lost it. 
Then I was a helper in a mews 
for two or three years ; but they 
turned me away from there, and 
it's more than two years since I 
had a regular job, thougli I've 
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one, and I'm about done now, sir, 
I think." 

" Have you got yoiu* discharge 
certificate ? " 

'* Yes, I have, sir ; here it is." 
From the inside of the ragged coat 
was pulled out a tin box. ** And 
here are my medals with it ; I 
have been nigh starving often 
enough, but I never parted with 
them. They'll go down to my 
grave with me, I hope, to show I 
was worth something once." 

Major Travers took the certifi- 
cate and read it. ** * A good and 
gallant soldier, but addicted to 
drink.* The old story, I suppose; 
you couldn't keep steady, eh ? " 

"That's just it, sir, and I've 
learned to know that I've made 
a fool of myself. I've lost my 
chances now, and maybe I'll never 
get another." 

** Well, we might do something 
for you, perhaps, in the regiment, 
for old acquaintance sake, if we 
could manage to keep you straight. 
Have you ever been in the hands 
of the pohce ? " 

'* No, sir, never, but — but " 

" Come, out with it ; but I tell 
you I'm not going to have any- 
thing to do with a jail-bird. Ill 
give you a trifle, of course, but I 
won't do anything more." 

** Well, it's just this way, sir ; 
I believe the coppers may be after 
me this minute. I helped myself 
to seme stuff from a cookshop 
this morning, and, though I got 
away, they'll put the county police 
on me if they can hit off the road 
I've come." 

** Aha ! that's enough. Here's 
a sovereign for you, and now make 
yourself scarce." 

" For God's sake, sir, don't 
treat me like that. You said you 
might, perhaps, be able to do 
something for me in the regiment, 
and I'm sure you could if you 
tried. I did no discredit to the 
old corps when I was in the ranks, 



and I'd work my fingers to the 
bone if I had real honest work to 
do. Do, sir — do give me a chance 
to pull myself back again and to 
be respectable." 

** I can't have anything to do 
with a thief, and, in any case, I 
can't protect you from the police 
if they are after you." 

*'0h, yes, you can, sir, I'm 
sure, if you like. I only took the 
stuff because I was starving, so 
help me, God ! I had not tasted 
food for twenty-four hours, and I 
could not stand it any longer. I 
did not mean to steal, but I felt I 
must eat. It's not very easy to 
resist taking some food when you 
see it and your stomach craves to 
be filled, and you know that as 
well as I do, sir. Do you mind 
when we was in Africa, and you 
lost your way when you was in 
charge of a patrol, and the old 
brown mare you rode fell lame. 
We had no rations with us, and 
we were pretty sick with hunger. 
We hit upon a Boer's house, and 
you asked the man for something 
to eat. He told you to go away 
for a verdommU Englisher^ and you 
just helped yourself to some 
biltong that was hanging outside 
the house. You chucked the 
Boer a sovereign, I know ; but, 
anyway, you meant to have that 
biltong. That stuff kept us going 
till we found the camp. Well, I 
was just that way this morning. 
I'd have paid for the food if I 
could, but the man, he called me 
d — d tramp, so I just knocked 
him down and helped myself, and 
now, I suppose, he has put the 
coppers on me for assault and 
robbery." 

*' Well, Thorburn, you haven't 
made out a bad case for yourself, 
and I daresay I'd have done the 
same if I'd been in your position. 
I remember I was deucedly hungry 
on that patrol, and I would have 
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eat. I suppose we must get you 
out of your scrape. What do you 
say, Sergeant-major ? ** 

The Sergeant-major had been 
standing open-mouthed with as- 
tonishment at seeing an old com- 
rade turn up thus unexpectedly 
and in such a guise. 

**We must never let him be 
caught if we can help it, sir. 
Thorburn was a rare good soldier 
before he was fool enough to take 
his discharge. There was not a 
smarter man or a better horse- 
man in the regiment, and he did a 
lot to stiffen our side of the square 
at Abu Klea. When the Fuzzies 
made their last rush, they'd have 
broken in if he had not fired 
steadily when some of the others 
lost their heads. He shot three 
Fuzzies, one after another. You 
just leave him to me, sir, and TU 
tell the men. They'll take care 
of Thorburn, never fear ; and you 
need not know anything of the 
matter if the police come and 
begin to ask questions. May I 
use your dog-cart, sir ? " 

'* Certainly, Sergeant-major. Do 
whatever you like. That will do 
now; we'll give you a chance, 
Thorburn." 

** God bless you, Major ! You've 
made a man of me again, and I 
swear I won't disappoint you." 

No longer an uncared-for 
vagrant, the man's manhood 
seemed to have returned to him, 
and it was almost with the sem- 
blance of a swagger that he saluted 
and turned to follow the Sergeant- 
major, who led the way to the rear 
of the squadron. 

News spreads rapidly through 
a lot of soldiers, and long 'ere this 
whispers had been passed through 
the ranks : ** Old soldier of the 
regiment," ** Distinguished service 
medal," " Recognised by the 
Major and old Stubbs," ** Must 
be a good sort, though he looks a 
rum *un ; " and the Lancers began 



to crowd round, anxious to hear 
full details about the ragged 
stranger. But the Sergeant- 
major was not a man to waste 
time in talking when he had a job 
on hand. 

** Now, my lads, just you keep 
off, and don't you make any re- 
marks about what's not your busi- 
ness. This poor chap is an old 
friend of mine, and he was once 
one of the best soldiers in the regi- 
ment — aye, indeed, in the whole 
army. If any police come this 
way, just remember one thing — 
that you don't know anything 
they may ask you about." 

Major Molyneux' dog-cart, carry- 
ing the portmanteaux of himself 
and his subaltern, was behind the 
squadron, in charge of a young 
batman who, as an officer's 
servant, was wearing civilian 
clothes. The Sergeant - major 
went to the cart. 

** Have you got your long drab 
great-coat there, Jenkins ? " 

** Yes, I have." 

** Then just lend it to this man, 
and see if you can find a cap and a 
neck handkerchief." 

Jenkins did not like to part with 
his clothes to a man so dirty and 
disreputable, and showed little 
alacrity in doing as he was bid. 

"Come, look sharp, man; Ma- 
jor's orders. Didn't you hear what 
I said to the other men ? I'll tell 
you a bit more, however. This 
man's name is Thorburn, and he's 
going to ride with you in the cart. 
Have you got a brush of any kind 
handy?" 

** Here's only a horse-brush in 
my grooming-bag." 

** Well, that will have to do in 
the meantime. Now, Thorburn, 
smooth your hair and beard over 
a bit. Shove yourself into this 
great-coat, and put on this cap 
and muffler. Jump into the trap, 
and cover up your legs with the 
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close to the rear of the squadron, 
and the rear files need not be par- 
ticular about their places. They 
can ride close alongside and talk to 
you." 

The trumpet sounded " Atten- 
tion ! ** ** Stand to your horses ! ** 
and •• Mount ! " The squadron 
moved off. ** Sling lance ! '* " Ride 
at ease!" Pipes were lighted, and, 
with a new and interesting subject 
of conversation to while away the 
time, the little column pursued its 
dusty way. 

The English county police may 
not be very intelligent in discover- 
ing the perpetrators of great 
crimes, but they wage an active 
and tolerably successful war 
against tramps and vagrant men. 
That an unknown wanderer should 
have been audacious enough to 
help himself to a meal vi et armis 
was quite enough to rouse the best 
energies of a newly-promoted ser- 
geant, anxious to show his zeal, 
and of a constable who wanted to 
exhibit his qualifications for ad- 
vancement. A telegram was sent 
to the nearest towns to stop a man 
whose description was easily given, 
and the two started in a tax-cart 
to follow the road on which he had 
been last seen. The scent was 
hot, the villainous-looking way- 
farer had been noticed by several 
people, and they thought they 
would soon return with their 
quarry, to receive the compli- 
ments of the bench on their per- 
formance. But suddenly they 
came to a check ; after a certain 
point their man had been seen by 
nobody. *' Dodged us, somehow," 
said the sergeant to the constable. 
'* He can't have gone very far, 
any way, and we're bound to be up 
with him if we push on. There's 
that squadron of Lancers that 
marched this morning just ahead 
of us, and some of them are sure 
to have seen him if he's on the 
road. He's not very likely to 



have taken to the fields, for he's a 
stranger in these parts, and won't 
know his way about." The tax- 
cart quickly overtook the squadron . 

** I say, my lads, have you seen 
anjrthing of a tramp on the road ? 
We want him for something." 

'* What do you mean by speak- 
ing to us without being introduced, 
policeman ? " answered a voice 
from the column. '* Because 
you're allowed to ride in a car- 
riage for once, ye mustn't forget 
your manners." 

** You think yourself very funny, 
my man, but you'd better be civil, 
or I'll report you to your officer." 

" Report, and be d d, and 

don't you be driving so close to 
me. This old mare kicks, and 
she'll knock your dirty old cart 
into matches in no time." 

*' Well, if you men won't tell me 
anything, I'll just ask the officers. 
We'll find out what we want with- 
out your assistance." 

** So you will, about Tib's eve. 
Go on, and bad luck and better 
manners to you." 

The police ran the gauntlet of 
the squadron's chaff and reached 
the front, where the officers were 
riding. 

'* If you please, gentlemen, did 
you notice a ragged tramp any- 
where on the road ? " 

** Oh, yes, there was a man sit- 
ting on the roadside about two 
miles back." 

** Thank you, gentlemen ; have 
you seen him since ? " 

" Well, no, we haven't seen him 
since, have we Niel ? " The sub- 
altern shook his head. 

•* Ah, then he must be lying be- 
hind one of the hedges ; we'd better 
go and look for him there." 

** He's not in front of us, any- 
how, and you can judge for your- 
self what you should do." 

As they waited till the squadron 
passed before turning back, the 
constable said, "That's a hairy- 



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looking chap in the officer's dog- hairy man who was so coolly smok- 

cart. These soldiers generally ing a pipe (Jenkins' pipe) was the 

make their servants clip them- tramp whom they were pursuing, 

selves a bit closer than that." So Bill Thorburn got another 

But it did not occur to the ser- chance. I wonder whether he 

geant and the constable that the profited by it ? Probably not. 



The Lament of an Old Cab Horse, 

" Two miles, and the stake of the year ! 
We can lay them a thousand to one ; 
He'll win it, hands down, never fear 
Such a certainty's never been run." 

Clean bred on each side I was born, 
In a stable where none but the best 

Ever lived, and from night until morn 
Used to dream I could beat all the rest. 

In my trials I showed that my pace 

Was good for a pretty big thing ; 
And they say that my very first race 

Fairly squandered the men in the ring. 

Newmarket would tell you a tale 

Of my winnings, and how I could boast 

That my nerve and my pluck wouldn't fail 
When tackled on reaching the post. 

At Epsom and Ascot the crowd 

Have trusted me often to win, 
And then how the cheers, long and loud. 

Rang out as I came rushing in ! 

Every dog has his day I am told, 

Well, it seems that a horse has the same, 

And will soon be left out in the cold, 
Forgotten in all but his name. 

Was the ground too hard ? Was I weak ? 

Was the pace that I made too fast ? 
What matter the cause to seek ? 

But I came to the end at last. 

I was sold for a song, and who cared 
For a screw though he was thoro' bred, 

What mattered to them how I fared. 
So out of the yard I was led. 

In the shafts of a cab on the rank 

I stand in the wind and the rain. 
Coat staring and mane hanging lank, 

Shall I ever be happy again ? 



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" Two miles for a shilling ! Hi ! Hansom, 
Slip along in your very best style." 
So the horse who could win a king's ransom 
Is driven at sixpence a mile ! 

Is* it just ? Is it kind ? thus to treat 

Dumb creatures who gave you their best ! 

Don't turn them out into the street, 
Rather give them a bullet, and rest. 

J.H. 



W. 



Polo Players. 

No. v.— THE EARL OF HARRINGTON. 



On the long list of those who 
have spent a life's devotion to 
sport, and there are still some 
giants left in the land, no name 
stands out in bolder relief than that 
of Charles Augustus Stanhope, 
eighth Earl of Harrington, the 
popular master of the South Notts 
Hounds. Born in 1844, he gradu- 
ated at Christ Church, Oxford, 
succeeded his father to the title and 
the broad acres of Derbyshire and 
Cheshire in 1881, and a born 
cavalry leader was lost when the 
fates made him a peer. Yet the 
world of sport gained a trusty 
champion, for though the army, 
as a profession, never seriously 
claimed his Lordship, he has 
undoubtedly been a leader of men 
in the arts of peace, and his 
soldierly instincts have been of 
the greatest service to sport. 

An all-round sportsman in the 
truest sense of the word, he be- 
longs to that class of fine old 
English gentlemen whose ambition 
and object in life seems to be 
rather to improve and further the 
interests of others, whatever the 
game may be. Sport to Lord 
Harrington must be the eljxir of 
life, for whether following the 
hounds or the flying ball \he is 



one of the cheeriest in the field, 
and we echo the words of a sturdy 
yeoman looking on at a game of 
polo, ** It does one good to see 
his Lordship enjoy hisself so ! " 
'Tis English, sirs, from tip to toe ! 
and that is why he delights the 
generation of his time, for to excel 
in every particular line of sport 
where horses are the chief instru- 
ments is the characteristic of an 
Englishman. No matter what 
the contest may be, we find Lord 
Harrington to the fore, sweeping 
the board of prizes and honours 
for his crack yeomanry corps 
with lance and sword at the 
Islington Military Tournament. 

Again, as soon as autumn turns 
the leaves, we find him one of the 
first to start the cubbing campaign, 
and a bad one to stop for winter 
or rough weather. The Master- 
ship of the South Notts Hounds 
has been his for fifteen years, 
since the resignation of Mr. 
Lancelot Rolleston, hunting the 
country four and five times a week, 
with a .thoroughness that makes 
him universally popular. 

Lord Harrington's polo career 
dates back to 1875, when he 
entered to the game at Malta, and 
after a brilliant record of over 



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twenty years' hard play, we find 
him to-day in the first rank, 
occupying the same position that 
Dr. W, G. Grace holds at cricket, 
looked up to by the rising genera- 
tion of poioists,for no one's opinion 
carries more weight with it. A 
strong horseman and very hard 
hitter, with an intimate tactical 
knowledge of the game, he has 
undertaken all the various duties 
of a team with success. Formerly 
Lord Harrington played ** No. i " 
when the Messrs. Peat were in 
their zenith, but a serious fracture 
of the left shoulder, the result of a 
bad fall while out hunting, has 
latterly compelled him to play 
" No. 3 " or ** back," where he is 
a tower of strength to his side. 
The years that Derbyshire and 
Barton-under-Needwood won the 
Hiu'lingham County Cup, Lord 
Harrington's name will always 
be intimately connected with their 
victories. We should be inclined 
to dwell upon the story of many 
a well- contested game if we had 
not the subjects of county and 
provincial polo and pony-breeding 
to touch upon, both of which owe 
much to his Lordship's encourage- 
ment. 

Derbyshire ranks as one of 
the first counties that entered 
to polo, for the grounds made at 
Trent Bridge and Elvaston Castle 
by Lord Harrington were the 
scene of many a cheery gathering 
in the spring and autumn. There 
we have enjoyed the sight of many 
a good game when the Messrs. 
Peat, the Messrs. Walker, Lord 
Dudley, Mr. Kenyon Stow, Mr. 
Frank Mildmay, M.P., Mr. Gerald 
Hardy, the late Mr. T. C. 
Kennedy, and other shining lights, 
with the best ponies of the day, 
implanted the seed of polo in the 
Midlands. Many a time have 
we seen his Lordship canter on to 
the polo ground at Trent, attired 
in cap and scarlet coat, after a 



hard morning's work in the saddle 
rattling up the cubs in the Forest. 
A nap snatched whilst waiting for 
a train at the junction sufficed for 
him ; like a giant refreshed he was 
ready to change the cub-hunter 
for a polo pony, and be in the 
thick of the fight, doing the work 
of two men in one day in the > 
cause of sport. 

By establishing the Midland 
horse shows at Elvaston and Col- 
wick Park, great encouragement 
has been given by Lord Harring- 
ton to his tenants and neighbours 
in the industry and improvement 
of horse-breeding. Liberal money 
prizes have induced the farmers 
and others in the district to recog- 
nise the value of hunter and pony 
breeding, and the services of the 
best sires have been placed at . 
their disposal with the most satis- 
factory results. So highly was 
his Lordship's opinion valued on 
such matters that he was selected 
to give evidence on the Royal 
Commission on Horse- Breeding, 
and the Government bought his 
celebrated Barb pony sire Awfully 
Jolly to improve the breed of 
ponies in Ireland. The late Mr. 
Moray Brown describes Awfully 
Jolly as standing 14 hands i^ 
mches, a dark chestnut, with a 
blood-like head, wonderful shoul- 
ders, which slope back and are 
strong at the top without being 
heavy ; the length in front of saddle 
is marvellous when you look at 
this Barb. Nearly all his stock 
inherit these points, as well as his 
low withers, which is not only a 
great advantage for measuring, 
but enables them to turn quickly. 
His back is short and strong, loins 
and quarters are muscular, though 
the latter droop rather, and have 
the low set on tail which distin- 
guishes a Barb from an Arab. 
Deep back ribs, great depth in 
front through the heart, and fresh, 
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might envy, with extraordinary 
bone, complete the picture of what 
a pony sire should be. Awfully 
Jolly left over a hundred of his 
get in Cheshire and Derbyshire 
alone, and not one of his foals died 
from disease, which speaks volumes 
for the Barb cross. Two or three 
polo ponies by Awfully Jolly 
fetched as much as two hundred 
guineas, and there is little doubt 
that we shall eventually reap the 
benefit of his exportation to Ireland 
in the excellence of the supplies 
that come over here. 

Lord Harrington is a past- 
master in the art of training a 
pony to polo, and his team num- 
bers some of the best known ponies 
of the day. His favourite, the 
dark chestnut, Ali Baba,by Awfully 
Jolly, will follow the game of his 



own accord, without the reins 
being touched, turning and twist- 
ing after the ball has been hit. 
Others are The Girl, Cyclops, 
Abbot, Antelope, and two of the 
late Mr. T. C. Kennedy's ponies, 
the handsome chestnut Arab, Um- 
pire, and the bay. Dancing Girl, 
by Sefton, out of Pretty Dance by 
Doncaster — Highland Fling. En- 
tered for the Oaks as a yearling, 
she fetched ;^i,20o; but, proving 
a dwarf, never raced and was 
trained for polo. 

Playing the game all round, it 
is Httle wonder that Lord Har- 
rington has a host of friends and 
the good wishes of all those who 
are privileged to know him. Long 
may he enjov the sport he loves 
so well and furthers so nobly. 
CuTHBERT Bradley. 



Public School Cricket of 1896. 



We have again had a phenome- 
nally dry summer, and the 
public-school batsmen have once 
more been able to smile disdain- 
fully at the public-school bowlers. 
We are, however, very far from 
rejoicing at this fact ; we should, 
indeed, like to see a season in 
which bowlers have a fair chance 
of doing themselves credit, for it 
is too obvious to anyone who has 
watched school bowlers with a 
critical eye that they are easily 
disheartened, and that one un- 
successful season may so dis- 
courage them that they never 
again rise to the effort of trying 
determinedly to make themselves 
good bowlers. Looking round 
first-class cricket at the present 
time, how many good bowlers do 
we see who have been trained at 
the public schools. We have J. 

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H. Cunliffe, F. S. Jackson, J. C. 
Hartley, S. M. J. Woods and [C. 
L. Townsend, and, without any 
disparagement to the skill of these 
players, we must confess that this 
is a sorry list. Great batsmen we 
have in numbers, but we have no 
great bowler, and only some half- 
dozen who can reasonably be called 
first-class, and we are forced to 
admit that there must be some- 
thing wrong, either in the system 
of the teachers of public-school 
cricket or in the constitution of 
the pubHc-school cricketer. The 
great match of the year, Eton v. 
Harrow, was a triumph of the bat 
over the ball, with one exception. 
We refer to the performance of 
Mitchell, who, as a lob bowler of 
considerable skill, so puzzled the 
Harrow batsmen that even his 
full-pitches were treated with the 

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utmost respect. If he continues 
to cultivate this particular kind of 
bowling, he should certainly be 
heard of in first-class cricket. H. 
C. Pilkington and B. Bosanquet 
made "centuries" for Eton, while 
Studd, Rattigan and Vibart scored 
heavily for Harrow. E. M. Dowson 
and T. G. Cole did not seem to 
have come on much since last sea- 
son, but the former was not in the 
best of health, and we have no 
doubt that he will ultimately de- 
velop into a really good bowler. 

The victory of Winchester 
over Eton was, to a certain 
extent, unexpected, and there 
can be no doubt that Allen, the 
Eton captain, made a mistake 
when, having won the toss, he 
put in his opponents. Still, the 
Wykhamists thoroughly deserved 
their victory, and the success of 
G. H. Rowe, their captain, was 
all the more pleasing when we 
remember how hard he has worked 
for the cricket of his school. 

The sensational victory of Rugby 
over Marlborough, at Lords, would 
make the Rugbeians appear a much 
better team than they really were, 
and, without any very high opinion 
of the Marlborough XL, we con- 
fess to thinking that they would 
not often be beaten in a single in- 
nings by their opponents. Rugby, 
however, had two very fair bowlers, 
and two good batsmen in J. Stan- 
ning and C. P. Nickalls, whilst 
Marlborough had a good captain 
and batsman in T. C. G. Sand- 
ford, and a good bowler in Lewis. 
Charterhouse had another strong 
side, captained by O. E. Wreford- 
Brown, whose relations have done 
so much for the games of their 
school. Wreford- Brown and R. 
E. S. Barrington were the best 
batsmen on the side, and, with 
ordinary fortune, should event- 
ually improve into thoroughly 
high-class cricketers. Westmin- 
ster, although unlucky to a cer- 



tain extent, had a very powerful 
batting side, and, as their bowling 
was also rather above the average, 
they had a most successful season. 
This is exceedingly gratifying, as 
for some time the Westminster 
XL has fallen upon a long patch 
of ill-luck, but now we may con- 
fidently expect a sustained im- 
provement. 

Uppingham had one of the most 
powerful public-school teams of 
the year, and T. L. Taylor and 
H. R. Parkes should certainly 
follow in the footsteps of G. R. 
Bardswell and C. E. M. Wilson 
if they are destined for University 
careers. 

Cheltenham, too, had a most 
excellent eleven, and gained vic- 
tories over Clifton, Marlborough, 
and Haverford. F. H. Bateman- 
Champain has already made his 
mark for Gloucestershire, and, as 
he is a cricketer of distinct all- 
round merit, he should have no 
difficulty in finding a place in the 
Oxford eleven of next season. 
Barrett, who is a most powerful and 
attractive batsman; Du Boulay, 
a very steady bowler ; Best, a good 
wicket-keeper ; and J. Champain 
are cricketers of whom we are 
bound to hear in the future. 
Clifton, perhaps, had a little the 
worst of the luck against the 
Cheltonians, and their huge scor- 
ing against Haverford proved them 
to be a dangerous batting side. A 
curious feature of their season was 
the extraordinary number of drawn 
games which they played, but, in 
spite of their inability to win their 
matches, W. N. Pilkington, E. 
H. L. Steinthal and G. H. Noton, 
the latter kept wicket splendidly, 
can look back to the past season 
with a great amount of satisfaction. 
Malvern had no difficulty in 
beating Repton, and were quite as 
strong as in recent years. R. E. 
Foster and S. H. Day showed ex- 
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but Foster is a little shaky for the 
first two or three overs. With 
more experience this fault will 
doubtless disappear, and then he 
will be as brilliant as his brother 
" H. K." O. W. \yright, a left- 
hand bowler of considerable merit, 
worked hard throughout the sea- 
son. Repton had no cricketer in 
their team of the ability of Eccles, 
who captained them in '95, whilst 
Rossall had good cricketers in the 
Wilsons, and Shrewsbury had a 
dangerous fast bowler in F. H. 
Humphrys, and a fair all-round 
cricketer in G. Moser. Hailey- 
bury, who were not a particularly 
strong side, did very well to make 
an even draw with Cheltenham at 
Lords ; still they had two very 
useful bowlers in W. T. Giles and 
C. H. Tupp, and good batsmen in 
J. F. Carter, N. S. A. Harrison 
and V. T. White. Wellington 
were a very fair side, but missed 
the bowHng of E. H. V. Weigall ; 
while Tonbridge, Brighton, and 
Sherborne had elevens of average 
strength. Duhvich, on the con- 



trary, were a weak eleven. We 
cannot conclude this brief notice 
of public-school cricket without 
mentioning the visit of Haverford 
College, U.S.A., to England. 
During their stay in England they 
played fifteen matches against the 
most powerful school elevens, and 
emerged from their tour with suc- 
cess, for they won as many matches 
as they lost. In a measure they 
were a "two-man" team, for J. 
A. Lester and D. H. Adams were 
incomparably the best cricketers 
on the side, the former being a 
batsman of the finest kind. On 
three occasions he scored hun- 
dreds, and his aggregate for the 
tour amounted to nearly twelve 
hundred runs, with an average of 
eighty-four. These figures speak 
for themselves, and we have only 
to add that our visitors created a 
very favourable impression where- 
ever they went, and that a general 
hope was expressed that their visit 
would be repeated at some future 
date. 

C. T. S. 



Some Turf Casualties. 



" Accidents are of daily occur- 
rence," says the nerve-shaking 
announcement which faces us just 
as we are about to take our rail- 
way-tickets ; yet in the risky pro- 
fession of race-riding, whether on 
the flat, or over obstacles, it is 
probable that the chances of 
"grief" for the rider are no 
greater than for the man who walks 
about the streets of London. The 
insurance companies don't tell you 
this ; but let the statement stand, 
nevertheless. 

A man's life! From what a 
slender thread does it depend ; 
upon what a slight, flimsy founda- 



tion is it placed ! The fall of a 
favourite in a race run 41 years 
ago was indirectly responsible for 
the lives of two men, a number 
which but for the interference of 
the law might have been increased 
— besides the unravelling of a 
hideous crime, whose memory is 
still fresh with many of us. Had 
the late Mr. William Palmer's 
mare Nettle won the Oaks of 1855, 
it is possible, nay probable, that 
her owner's attention would not 
have been directed so closely to 
the benefits to be derived from the 
insurance of other people's lives, 
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own misdeeds ; and the general 
practitioner of Rugeley town might 
have been able to pay his way 
without sending a fellow-creature 
out of the world by the aid of 
strychnine — or ** strychnia," as the 
then little-known poison was called 
in those days. 

In the year 1855, Sevastopol 
was being invested by the allied 
armies ; but although the flower 
of England's manhood was on 
duty in the Crimean trenches, 
there was racing in England all 
the same, and a small field for the 
Derby that year was due rather 
to the successive withdrawals of 
De Clare, Oulston, Bonnie Morn, 
Rifleman, Graeculus Esuriens, 
(known in the ring as ** Gracious 
Heavens ! *') and St. Hubert, than 
to the interference of the big war. 
There was a fair field for the Oaks, 
and Nettle (who had been backed 
all through the spring) started 
favourite at two to one, £2,000 to 
;^i,ooo being taken in one bet. 
In fact. Palmer and burly William 
Saunders, the trainer, from what 
the mare told them at Hednesford, 
considered the race as good as 
over. But just before reaching 
the mile post, Nettle, who was 
making the running at a slow pace 
on the lower ground, bolted, and, 
striking the chains (which at that 
time enclosed the upper part of the 
track) with her near shoulder, fell 
head over heels out of the course ; 
the mare, upon regaining her feet, 
galloping away in the direction of 
Tattenham Corner, leaving Charles 
Marlow on the ground with his 
left leg broken just below the 
knee. The chronicler of the time 
tells us that ** the Leviathan 
(Davis) won every bet he had on 
the race *' ; but it is certain that the 
owner of Marchioness (the winner), 
Mr. ** Billys" Read did not benefit 
by much beyond the stakes. In the 
peaceful little churchyard of Ruge- 
ley, the grave shaded by a tree. 



lie the bones of John Parsons Cook, 
erstwhile gentleman and habitual 
follower of the sport of kings ; and 
not many miles away, beneath un- 
hallowed turf, in the precincts of 
Stafford Gaol, are buried the re- 
mains of the owner of Nettle, 
whose indisposition to " face the 
music '* at Epsom, caused all the 
trouble. The moral is obvious ; 
in fact there be morals galore to 
the story, but they need not be 
re-quoted here. 

The ugliest accident — involving 
as it appeared to do, wholesale 
destruction to life and Hmb — ever 
seen on a racecourse, occurred at 
Goodwood in 1856, during the race 
for the Stakes. The present 
sporting generation, which cares 
more for cutting records on a 
" Humber Safety " than for study- 
ing the records of past racing, 
when mammoth prizes were not, 
and it was the " correct thing " to 
** enthuse ** about the Derby, will 
hardly credit that ** once upon a 
time '* there were tisenty-five starters 
for the Goodwood Stakes. Mr. 
James Barber's Pretty Boy, 
carrying 7st. 81b, in the shape of 
Thomas Aldcroft and a 31b. saddle, 
was the winner of the race, but 
where Mr. James Barber's Pretty 
Boy would have been at the 
finish, had all the others " stood 
up," is one of those problems 
which will never be solved. 

The 25 duly started on their 
way. ** As they proceeded along 
the brow of the hill," observes the 
chronicler, ** they were clustered 
together in very compact order. 
From this cause there was a good 
deal of confusion and collision 
amongst the middle division ; and, 
strange to say, Flatman, who was 
alongside of Bartholomew, had no 
sooner remarked that they * would 
have a roughish time of it at the 
turn,' than eight horses went down 
like ninepins." The main cause 
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Chase, who, ridden by a mite 
named Hearnden, got so close to 
the bank on the inside of the 
** Glump " turn that she slipped 
up, and rolled backwards under 
the feet of Jolly Marine (Mundy), 
who fell, and brought down Speed 
the Plough (Ashmall), Hungerford 
(Bartholomew), Comedy (Steg- 
gles). Enchanter (Salter), Vandal 
(Cresswell), and Lundyfoot (Hall). 
Mr. James Merry, the owner of 
the last-named, was standing at 
tlie north end of the Lawn, watch- 
ing the race, with Mr. Buchanan 
and others ; and amid the general 
consternation could be heard the 
voice of the Scotch ironmaster, 
asking ** Is he up yet ? " ** Yes," 
said a bystander, ** your horse is 

up, Mr. Merry." " D n the 

liorse ! " roared the owner ; ** Is 
the boy up ? " Amongst the first 
to reach the scene of the accident 
was the eccentric ** Jack " Holmes, 
who proceeced to open a blue silk 
umbrella, which he held over poor 
"Ben" Bartholomew, the most 
seriously hurt of the jockeys. 
** Lave him alone ! " cried the 
excited " Jack," as the Duke of 
Richmond, who had brought his 
private break to the spot, bent 
over the prostrate rider to see if he 
could be moved. Stsggles and 
Ashmall were the first to recover 
consciousness, and although both 
had been seriously damaged they 
rendered all possible assistance to 
the others, of whom Bartholomew 
and Mundy were removed to the 
stand in the Duke's carriage, 
whilst little Hearnden was laid 
across Tom Taylor's knees and 
conveyed to the trainer's lodgings 
on a stout pony. Bartholomew's 
life was for some time despaired 
of, whilst Mundy had a broken 
collar-bone and compound fracture 
of the leg, and Ashmall (who was 
always in the wars) a broken 
collar-bone. 

If my memory serves, it was 



only two or three years after this 
that, whilst riding Lord Exeter's 
Heroine of Lucknow (also at 
Goodwood^, this jockey was 
** grabbed by the thigh and 
pulled out of the saddle between 
the jaws of a ** savage " belonging 
to Mr. W. S. Crawfurd. 

The horses came off even worse 
than the jockeys. Poor Chevy 
Chase had a leg smashed (as 
though with a hammer) from knee 
to hoof, and was speedily and 
mercifully shot. Of the rest, old 
Speed the Plough and Vandal 
joined forces against poor Jolly 
Marine, after jumping the rails, 
and got him down in the wood. 
The unfortunate ** Marine " was 
being literally torn to pieces (as 
though by tigers), when a gipsy 
boy, who knew not fear, seized 
Speed the Plough by the bridle, 
and led him out of action. The 
old horse then proceeded to in- 
dulge in a cold bath hard by, and 
was captured whilst in the enjoy- 
ment thereof. Fortunately, En- 
chanter (a notoriously vicious 
horse) did not fancy any chewing 
that day, but took a line of his 
own, over three miles of difficult 
country, to a little village, where 
he was caught. There was a 
handsome sum subscribed for the 
injured jockeys, of whom Bartholo- 
mew (who subsequently took the 
** White Lion " at Newmarket) was 
insuredinthe ** Accidental Death," 
and received /^ a week until con- 
valescent, with the utterly inade- 
quate sum of ;^io for the doctor's 
bill. The newspapers were flooded 
for some time after this with 
letters protesting against the 
** light-weight " system — Chevy 
Chase carried but 4st. 11 lb. in the 
race — but it was not until four 
years later that Lord Redesdale 
mtroduced his celebrated Bill into 
the House of Lords. Of the pro- 
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writer (who stood next to 
Captain " Josey " Little) was 
a witness; but, space being 
limited in Baily, no reference to 
the debate can be made here, 
beyond recalling the quotation 
used by Lord Granville : ** £)^ 
minimis tion curat leXy' which he 
translated, ** You can't legislate 
for feat her- weights." 

Another Goodwood casualty of 
importance was the downfall of 
Gemma di Vergy in the Cup in '57, 
which accident made a little his- 
tory, and finished the turf career 
of Mr. Coghlan, "the Irish ad- 
venturer." And then the memory 
of the writer takes a jump for- 
ward to the Chester meeting of 
1859, and the ** Dee Stakes 
smash up." It is a most extra- 
ordinary fact that, notwithstand- 
ing the large fields — 34 in '48, 43 
in '52, 35 in '57, and 33 in '59— 
which have struggled round that 
cheeseplate of a course in com- 
petition for the Chester Cup, 
there is not an accident of any 
moment to be recorded in connec- 
tion with that race. With the 
majority of the horses steered by 
children the size of monkeys, it is 
nothing short of marvellous that no 
terrible calamity should have oc- 
curred. The best place to 
watch the race from (I used to 
think) was the upper floor of 
a house in Paradise Row, at 
the turn just past the stands. 
The shouts and shrieks for 
** room ! " of the mannikin riders 
were calculated to shake the strong- 
est of nerves ; yet nobody ever came 
to serious grief, although there 
was, of course, plenty of jostling. 
But in this year, 1859, at the 
finish of the Grosvenor Stakes, 
the first race of the meeting, 
occurred an accident of an extra- 
ordinary nature. There were only 
a few runners, and it was a close 
finish between Sedbury and 
Argosy. Through the winner 



" hanging " on to her Argosy fell, 
just as the two had passed the 
judge's box, and Mentmore being 
close behind on the whip hand, 
caught with his forefeet David 
Plumb, the rider of Argosy, just 
as that jockey was falling, spin- 
ning him roimd and round like a 
top before he reached the ground. 
Marvellous to relate the boy es- 
caped with a sprained ankle, and, 
although he did not ride again at 
the meeting, he was an interested 
spectator of the race for the Cup 
on the next day. 

Come we now to the Dee Stakes 
catastrophe. Amongst the seven 
runners for that race were in- 
cluded Mr. ** F. Robinson's" (the 
late Sir Robert Peel's) Acton, 
Lord Londesborough's Summer- 
side, and Mr. James Merry's Rain- 
bow, the last-named a grey colt of 
considerable promise, who had 
been backed for the Derby. He 
was here ridden by John Osborne, 
for whom he was evidently a bit of 
a handful. ** He'll win no Derby," 
observed little George Whitehouse 
to the writer, whilst the horses 
were out at exercise that morning. 
**Did ye ever see such a pulling, 
yawing davvle in your life ? " In 
the race Osborne had no little 
difficulty in holding the horse, 
who galloped with his head down, 
his muzzle almost grazing the 
turf. Along the Dee side, the 
last time round, *• Johnny " had 
pulled Rainbow back last, and did 
not ask him to make his effort 
until just before the Grosvenor 
turn. And shortly after this (as 
Mr. Kipling says) a strange thing 
happened. Acton, who had led 
throughout, was going well, with 
Alfred Day as still as an image 
in the saddle. As they rounded 
the bend. Wells, who was lying 
second, on Summerside, attempted 
to go up between Actaeon and the 
railings. But there was no room ; 
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heels and fell heavily on her off 
side, just in front of Maid of the 
Mist (Chaloner), who rolled over 
her, and brought down two more 
of the runners, the lot being so 
closely packed that disaster was 
inevitable. With his usual good 
fortune, George Fordham, on Mr. 
Holland's Independence, managed 
to steer clear of the fallen horses, 
and he eventually finished a bad 
second to Act aeon. 

Of the prostrate jockeys. Wells 
was just in the act of rising from 
the ground when Rainbow, who, 
as before observed, was about 
to come through, and who would 
probably have won the race with 
a clear course, came ** full butt " 
on to the fallen Summerside, and, 
catching Wells on the temple with 
one knee, sent him to earth again 
stunned and bleeding, the grey 
breaking his neck and near fore- 
leg as he fell, 

"Like Lucifer, 
Never to hope again." 

The writer happened to be 
standing by the rails, close to 
the scene of the accident, and 
memory is vivid of water fetched 
in a tall hat — we all wore tall hats 
in those days — to sprinkle on the 
faces of the unconscious jockeys, 
of whom Ashmall was able to 
proceed to Whitewall next day. 
The case of Wells, however, who 
was taken in a cab to the adjacent 
infirmary by his father-in-law, Tom 
Taylor, was far more serious. He 
had received a knock on the temple 
which might have been fatal, and 
there is no doubt whatever that 
the nerve of the jockey was seri- 
ously affected thereby to the day 
of his death. Only the night 
before he, who had steered Leam- 
ington to victory in the Cup, had 
registered an oath never to ride in 
that race again— a vow which was 
not kept, by the way. But those 
who are persistent race riders, are, 
as a rule, in such good training 



that injuries which would keep 
other people on their backs for 
weeks are soon circumvented. 
Only a month afterwards Wells 
rode Sir Joseph Hawley's Musjid, 
when he won the Derby, and, by 
the strange coincidence of fate, 
Summerside won the Oaks in the 
same week, with George Fordham 
up, as the " Brusher's " services 
were required for Mr. Crawfurd's 
Mayonnaise, who had won the One 
Thousand Guineas, and started a 
strong favourite for the Epsom 
race. 

Cresswell, who, like Ashmall, 
had more than his share of acci- 
dents, having been dragged by 
main force from beneath the pros- 
trate Rainbow, preparations were 
made for interring the grey close 
by, but he was not laid beneath 
the earth until every hair on his 
mane and tail had been cut off by 
the bystanders as mementoes of 
the fatality. John Osborne, the 
rider of Rainbow, who had been 
shot, as from a catapult, out of 
danger directly the horse fell, was 
able to limp back to the weighing- 
room, with no worse hurt than the 
** severe shaking '* which contri- 
butes to the rough part of a rider's 
career ; but his saddle had been 
broken in two, the leather being 
detached from the iron tree. 

In olden days, some of those 
who ** vaticinated " for the sport- 
ing papers were accustomed to 
•* drop into poetry," and in a pro- 
phetic screed on the Derby, one 
of the Beirs Life inspired ones 
alluded to the fate of Rainbow 
after this fashion : — 

** And now I must your thoughts direct 
To that spot, far away, 
Where rests the green earth soft and light 
O'er Merry's gallant grey. 

No more will be in triumph bear 

The yellow and the black ; 
No more divided honours share 

With * Tiny ' on his back." 
(To ie continued.) 

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Breeding and Rearing Pheasants as a 
Profitable Industry, 



Amongst the many pleasing in- 
dustries of country life, none can 
be more interesting than the breed- 
ing and rearing of the pheasant, 
one of the most beautiful birds in 
existence. I have no doubt that 
there are thousands of people who 
are quite ignorant of this really im- 
portant industry. I do not mean the 
rearing of pheasants in the semi- 
wild state as practiced by game- 
keepers in the preserves of shoot- 
ing men, but the raising of these 
birds in artificial confinement for 
sale. Having hatched and reared 
annually myself many hundreds 
during the past few years, I am 
able to give some account of the 
practice of keeping, egg-laying, 
hatching, rearing, and preparation 
for turning down for stock pur- 
poses, or for supplying birds for a 
grand battue in the autumn. 
Through the kindness and con- 
sideration of many of the largest 
and most successful pheasant 
farmers, I am enabled to give 
some approximation to the im- 
mensity of this country pursuit, 
with the means of rearing, and 
eventually sending to market these 
beautiful birds. I do not propose 
to write an ornitholigical account 
of the pheasant ; this can be learnt 
from many of the great Natural 
Histories, descriptive of the race 
and of the different breeds kept 
in confinement. 

There are several varieties of 
exquisite beauty, not commonly 
seen, but which are quite hardy, 
and can be kept and easily 
reared in a confined place, 
and might be allowed to roam in 
the gardens and ornamental 
grounds of many country houses. 
I am often astonished that so little 



care and attention are paid to 
these feathered beauties, which 
might furnish so great an attrac- 
tion to the surroundings of a man- 
sion, generally replete with every 
beauty, and where sums are 
lavishly expended on lovely flow- 
ers, and where the shrubberies 
might be made gloriously beautiful 
by the shining colours of the Golden 
and Silver pheasants, with the 
plumage also of the ** Reeves " 
variety all sparkling beneath 
the foliage. Also the Kalege, 
with their more modest plumage, 
might be allowed to wander 
at will. I admit that some 
damage might be inflicted on the 
flower borders, but the glinting 
across the paths of a Golden cock 
pheasant is more beautiful than 
any flower in existence, lovely as 
roses and geraniums undoubt- 
edly are. 

I have successfully reared many 
of these ornamental varieties, but 
the object of this paper is to de- 
scribe, as concisely as I can, the 
rearing of pheasants as a profitable 
industry, which I believe it gen- 
erally is. I lived for some few 
years at the picturesque little 
village of Lee, near Chesham, in 
Bucks. This village is situated 
on the " beech-clad Chiltems " — 
the great range of chalk hills and 
downs stretching from Cromer in 
Norfolk, to Lyme Regis in Dorset- 
shire. It seems that the dry, but 
cool, subsoil of the chalk is peculi- 
arly fitted for the breeding aud 
rearing of pheasants and other 
feathered game, as als<^ for poultry. 
It is very curious to trace the rise 
of various industries, and still 
more so to discover the reasons 
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should settle themselves in certain 
localities. Why, for instance, 
should high-class cloth be made 
at Stroud in Gloucestershire ? 
Why should the needle industry, 
for more than a century, have 
settled down at the purely agri- 
cultural village of Long Crendon, 
near Thame ? where in my early 
days all the best needles were 
made ; and why, suddenly, only a 
few years since, the whole trade 
of that district should have col- 
lapsed, and passed to Redditch ? 
Again, why did the manufacture 
of leather gloves settle itself at 
Woodstock, from the time of the 
Edwards and Henrys ? The shoe 
trade at Northampton and Ches- 
ham, the steel knife trade at Salis- 
bury, and the trade in early duck- 
lings at Aylesbury ? And so it may 
be asked of the pheasant trade ? 

But there are good reasons pro- 
bably for most of the above-men- 
tioned facts, and in the last, the 
suitability of the soil, cheapness 
of labour, and the low-rented land 
for rearing have probably been the 
determining influences. I cannot 
find that there is any other part 
of England where pheasant breed- 
ing is followed as a leading indus- 
try as it is in this district, except 
at Liphook, in Hampshire, and 
the Hargham Game Farm, Attle- 
borough, Norfolk. The Lee 
country comprises Great Berk- 
hampstead, Hemel Hempstead, 
Chesham, Amersham, Great Mis- 
senden,Wendover, and the districts 
adjoining. The principal seat of 
this trade is at Great Berhhamp- 
stead, and the names of the 
Messrs. Dwight are known 
everywhere. These gentlemen 
have been kind enough to furnish 
me with very interesting and 
valuable information on the sub- 
ject. They, themselves, keep over 
3,000 laying hen pheasants, and, 
as there are about six hens to 
every cock, it would require 500 of 



these to run with them. There 
are several farmers living within 
six to ten miles of Lee and Great 
Berkhampstead who keep from 
200 to 1,500 hens, and a corres- 
ponding number of cocks; so, from 
enquiries I have made, I have no 
doubt there are more than 10,000 
hen birds kept in the district, 
with 2,000 cocks. The average 
number of eggs per hen laid 
during the season is 30 — it fol- 
lows that at least 300,000 eggs 
are produced, most of which are 
sent away to different game pre- 
serves, there to be reared for 
stocking the coverts by the first 
of October. They purchase 
largely from the various breeders. 

The average price paid to the 
pheasant farmers during April is 
£^ per 100, or is. each ; for May, 
from £1 los. to £^\ and £2 los. 
in June. When prices go below 
that sum, the owners of the 
birds commence to sit them down 
for themselves for stock purposes 
and for sale. This occurs about 
the middle of June. Messrs. Robb, 
of Liphook, in Hampshire, inform 
me that they keep over 5,000 birds, 
and send away more than 120,000 
eggs per annum. Messrs. Dwight 
and Robb, as also Mr. Leno, from 
Hemel Hempstead, and Mr. Bell, 
of Attleborough, not only send 
eggs and live pheasants to places 
in the United Kingdom, but also 
to America and other parts of 
the world. 

I could provide many other 
statistics, but, to generalize them, 
I have no doubt my estimates are 
in the main correct. It must not 
be supposed by my readers that 
these wandering birds are running 
loose in woods or paddocks, as 
they are kept in close confinement 
in pens specially provided for 
them, watched and looked after 
with the most scrupulous care. 
To begin with, according to the 
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kept, a portion of ground should be 
marked out, on a good, dry, healthy 
spot, about two or three acres in 
extent, for the erection of the pens ; 
these are formed with what are 
called bird -hurdles, made with 
sawn-out spans of deal nailed to 
cross-bars. Each hurdle is 8 to 
lo ft. long and 6 ft. high, the lower 
portion closely nailed to prevent 
the cocks pecking each other and 
fighting, as they are as pugnacious 
as the most inveterate of game 
cocks. The upper portions are 
more open, the rails are, say, about 
3 inches apart ; sometimes these 
are made with galvanized wire 
netting. I believe Mr. Bell, of 
Attleborough, makes moveable 
ones of this material. Each pen 
is made of eight hurdles, two on 
each side square, biit one is 2 ft. 
shorter than the others, so as to form 
a door, of the same form as the 
hurdles, and wide enough to allow a 
narrow barrow to be wheeled 
through. These doors are placed 
opposite each other, with a hook- 
and-eye fastening, thus enabling 
the attendant to pass through the 
whole establishment for feeding 
and picking up the eggs. There is 
but one entrance outside, fastened 
with a strong padlock, the whole 
erection being quite intact. 

There is no covering whatever 
to these pens, but a few laurel, 
fir, or furze bushes are stuck into 
the corners, as some little protec- 
tion from sun and cold, a small 
pan or iron trough for water is put 
into each, the whole forming a 
square of thirty-six or forty pens. 
Adjacent to the pheasants is a 
moveable close van,or bir d- house, sls 
it is called, on four wheels, with 
shafts, furnished with iron bed- 
stead and clothing, a stove, a chair 
(or box), small table, shelves, a 
lamp, with a gun and other con- 
veniences for the residence of the 
man in attendance, who is sup- 
posed never to leave the place. 



night nor day. On three sides are 
dog-kennels, with strong watch- 
dogs (generally half-bred re- 
trievers and lurchers) attached to 
a small chain, with a ring on the 
collar. A stout wire runs along, 
about 3 ft. from the pens, giving 
the dogs full play to run up each 
side and give warning if any in- 
truders appear, as pheasant and 
egg-stealing is a very common 
oflfence in these districts. The 
breeding birds are selected and 
put together in the pens in the 
month of February, and the first 
eggs may be looked for about the 
second week in April. Feeding 
takes place once or twice a day, 
barley meal, buck -wheat, and 
maize — the former mixed with a 
fair proportion of crissel or ground 
tallow graves being given. It 
is quite necessary to give some 
animal food, as there is but little 
chance of obtaining much insect 
life whilst in confinement. 

When the egg-laying season is 
over, two large pens are formed 
with these hurdles, covered over 
with netting, in which the 
birds are placed, the cocks 
being separated from the hens; 
and all are carefully tended, 
preparing for sale in the autumn, 
generally early in September, when 
they are sold to turn down in the 
preserves preparatory to the first 
of October. All the young and 
half the old hens are kept for the 
next year. The latter rarely do 
well after the first year, quite 33 
per cent, dying before the season 
is half over; but as the older birds 
are earlier layers, they are re- 
served. They lay generally a 
week or ten days before the 
young ones, but do not average so 
many eggs during the season. 
The cocks, old and young, fetch 
about 4s. 6d. each, whilst hens 
make from eight to ten shillings 
each, or even more as the season 
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to watch the growth of the wing 
feathers during the laying season, 
the wings requiring to be cut at 
least every six weeks, as, the tops 
of the pens being uncovered, they 
would easily fly over and escape. 
The sitting of the eggs for stock 
by the breeders commences the 
first fortnight of June. All the 
sitting barn-door hens in the 
country around being readily 
sought after, they cost about 
3s. 6d. each. Seventeen or 
nineteen eggs are placed under 
each hen, when about twelve 
young ones are brought out. This 
number rapidly diminishes as they 
grow up, from their being much 
more tender in confinement than 
in a wild state. My average num- 
l>er of eggs per annum set down 
was 1 ,200, hatching out about 700, 
and before they could shift for 
themselves they would diminish 
to 500, when, from losses by steal- 
ing, straying away, cats, and oc- 
casionally foxes, I rarely could 
what is called " pick up " more 
than 400. 

Most men in attendance have 
their own system of rearing and 
feeding, and they are paid a cer- 
tain amount per head on all birds 
actually sold and reared, in. addi- 
tion to their regular wages. I 
practically found that the best 
plan of feeding was at first to give 
hard-boiled eggs, chopped fine, 
with a little meal shaken over it, 
or a custard made of milk and eggs, 
and after the first few days a little 
crissell, with Spratt's or Chamber- 
lain's pheasant food, as a mixture, 
answered, and, as the birds in- 
creased in size, whole corn, such 
as wheat, barley, and, later on, 
maize, was given until they came 
to maturity. When a little more 
than a fortnight old, the little ones 
l>egin to fly and perch on the top 
of the hen- pens, and, by degrees, 
on to small shrubs, when the little 
beauties, attaining the size of a 



thrush, would manage to fly on to 
the lower branches of trees to 
roost for the night. 

The rearing - place should be 
selected, when practicable, where 
some young trees, or shrubs, grow. 
Nothing can be more delightful 
than to watch them, about seven 
o*clock in the evening, craning 
their necks, and attempting to fly 
into the trees. The field, or por- 
tion of a park, should be fenced 
round with wire netting, or the 
pheasants would soon stray away 
through the hedge-rows into the 
adjoining fields, especially if there 
is any standing corn near. 

Perhaps the most important, 
and certainly the most difficult, 
of all these operations i^ '* Pick- 
ing up." As the young pheasants 
by the month of August are three- 
parts grown, it is necessary to 
catch and put them into large 
pens, the hens being separated 
from the cocks ; and as no more 
wing-clipping is used, the pens 
must be made very secure, 
and covered closely with netting. 
This process is done by placing 
two pairs of hurdles leaning 
together, and securely fastened 
at the top, with another placed 
across the end, tied tightly to the 
others, whilst another hurdle is 
kept ready loose at the open end. 
The young pheasants are tempted 
to enter the open space by scatter- 
ing corn at the entrance ; then 
gradually throwing in the food 
till the further end is gained. 
When accustomed to this, the 
birds crowd to the end. With 
great care and dexterity the 
loose hurdle is drawn across the 
entrance, and the birds secured. 

They are then caught and put 
into hampers, and carried to their 
respective pens. About twelve 
or fourteen are generally caught 
in each pen, both morning and 
evening, and thus the young phea- 
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towards September, they are re- 
moved and taken away. 

The practice of pheasant-keepers 
is to send both eggs and young 
birds to the large dealers — like 
Messrs. Dwight, Robb, Bell, Leno, 
and others — and they supply them 
to all parts of the Kingdom, Europe, 
and America. In a good season 300 
hens should produce about 30 eggs 
each, and in money value £iy or 
about 8d. each ^%g. The cost of 
food per head is nearly 6s. 6d. 
per annum, or i^d. per week, and, 
with a young bird sold at 4s. 6d., 
leaves a balance of nearly 17s. per 
hen. From this must be deducted 
the man's wages and expenses — 
about 25s. per week — the keep of 
the dogs, firing and lighting, car- 
riage, food for the young birds, 
repair of old and purchase of new 
hurdles, and various sundries, 
which leaves a balance of £^o^ 
where 200 are kept ; and, as I 
had 300, I think I made a little 
over ;^ioo per annum profit. 
This was a good return for my 
superintendence and trouble from 
25 acres of land, which I could 
mow and make into hay to pay 
my rent. Where large numbers 
are kept, other expenses occur; 
yet, still, it is a profitable and 
very delightful occupation. It is 
found necessary to remove the 
pens and all appliances from the 
land where pheasants have been 
kept and reared annually, as it is 
very prejudicial to the birds to be 
placed on the same ground for at 
least an interval of five years. 

To be successful, therefore, 
a considerable amount of acre- 
age should be occupied. Amongst 
the various breeds which suc- 
ceed well in England those 
chiefly kept are the Ring- 
necked and the old Brown 
varieties. The former are most 



prolific; the Brown or Ring- 
less are very hardy, and cross 
well with the others, adding 
strength and vigour to the first- 
named. The Chinese is an excel- 
lent bird, and crosses admirably 
with either. The cocks are large 
and most beautiful in plumage, 
but they are a restless tribe, and 
fond of straying away from home, 
which is very prejudicial where 
woods are carefully preserved. 
This habit is imparted in a great 
degree to their progeny, hence 
they are not much in use by 
breeders. The ** Reeve " and 
" Impeyan " are amongst the 
loveliest and most attractive- of 
all birds — their plumage and 
feather markings are superb. 
They can be kept in shrubberies 
near a mansion, requiring only a 
little protection during the winter. 
The Gold and Silver are too well 
known to require more than a 
passing notice, and, with the 
** Kalege," all breed well in 
this country. The Gold and 
Silver are truly gorgeous in 
their plumage, as well as 
graceful in their movements. 
They may be obtained from the 
breeders, or salesmen, at a guinea 
each. The plumage of the hens 
is very subdued, compared to 
that of the cocks, and have 
none of their grace and beauty. 
It will thus be seen that here is 
a most delightful industry which 
may be studied and practised to 
great advantage in certain parts 
of England, affording most agree- 
able occupation, bringing in some 
thousands a year profit, and as- 
sisting in some measure to ob- 
viate the terrible depression now 
weighing down that once profit- 
able business — ^the " Agriculture 
of Old England." 

J. K. F. 



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Professional Cricketers of the Past and 

Present. 



During the greater portion of 
my life I have been amongst 
the professional cricketers as 
much as most men, as I lived 
as a boy within reach of Town 
Mailing, which was the principal 
rendezvous for the grand old 
Kent Eleven, at which place we 
generally saw every year the 
matches between Kent v. Sussex ; 
v. Notts ; and v. the All England 
Eleven, selected by the Maryle- 
bone Club ; and ever since 1842 
onwards I have been an habitue 
of Lords, and saw the rise of the 
Surrey Club and its subsequent 
long career later on, to say nothing 
of having lived for seventeen 
years in the midst of Surrey 
cricket in the Mitcham, Dorking, 
and Reigate districts. 

From all places I heard from 
the very old players who figured 
in the earlier part of this century 
at Lords, — which was the only 
Metropolitan ground — and who 
remembered some of the survivors 
of the old Hambledon Club that, 
for grand matches professionals 
received higher pay than could be 
earned at working at a trade, and 
cricket was mostly confined — in 
the pre-railway era — to local 
centres, and to cricket counties, 
such as Surrey, Kent, Sussex, and 
Hants. Nottingham cricketers 
did not come South until 1835, 
when they played home and home 
against Sussex, and in 1837 
against Kent. Yorkshire did not 
begin home annual matches till 
1 861, when they commenced at the 
Oval with Surrey, and after 
William Clarke's first cricket tour 
with an eleven of the best players 
in England through the North in 
1846, and ** railway *' cricket fairly 
set in, other counties sprung 



up rapidly, as other travelling 
Elevens followed Clarke's lead. 
In the early sixties we met on all 
the principal cricket grounds in 
London and the provinces pro- 
fessionals of all counties ; and, 
speaking of the men of the past 
and present, I never went amongst 
a more manly and well-mannered 
set of men as a class. We found 
most of them to be *' nature's 
gentlemen." 

Now I am not going to say 
a word about the recent emeute 
amongst the players, beyond re- 
marking that those connected with 
the cricket "cloudlet" played 
their hands badly and hurriedly ; 
and possibly in calm moments 
there may be something to say on 
either side which will be beneficial 
to all parties. They should re- 
member that county clubs have 
been built up often by liberal con- 
tributions of private individuals, 
and by hard, wholly unpaid work 
of amateurs, and that in the bad 
times there did not exist — as far 
as I know — a single case when 
players have not received their 
full pay. A worse opportunity 
for raising a question than that 
selected by the players could not 
possibly have been found. 

In my younger days a great 
deal of good cricket was local 
in cricketing counties. ** Inter- 
county " matches being rare, the 
important contests were mostly 
two-day matches in some noble- 
man's or gentleman's park, in 
which noted players — some of 
them being given men on either 
side, took part, the patrons 
guaranteeing the adventurers 
against loss in case of bad 
weather or other inevitable acci- 
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common close to some county 
town, and the innkeepers, in 
exchange for the right of having 
bodths erected on the ground, 
subscribed towards them ; and 
what with the gate money and 
letting seats in a * laager ' of 
waggons round the ground, 
somehow it was so managed that 
both ends met, and the pro- 
fessionals, who generally followed 
some trade in the neighbourhood, 
were content with a moderate re- 
muneration, as they were out for 
a holiday as much as their friends 
in the town. Of course many 
country gentlemen subscribed, but 
those who got up these matches 
did their best not to ** sponge " on 
liberal patrons. These matches 
created friendly feeling, and pro- 
moted good cricket, and did much 
good in the town, as the inns were 
hlled, and money was circulated ; 
and in the evening there was 
always what is now known as a 
* smoking concert ' — in those days 
called a "free and easy" in the 
big room of one of the chief 
Inns, and there was singing 
and speech-making, and it was 
a jovial meeting. The land- 
lord provided something in the 
nature of a high table — in fact a 
** T ** table, and many gentlemen 
in the neighbourhood and the 
principal tradespeople came and 
— although they never sought 
them out— were set in the more 
exalted places. Many of the 
players lived on some of the large 
estates, and there was a friendly 
feeling and much in common 
between good amateur cricketers 
and the players, just as there is 
between a gentleman and his 
head gamekeeper, both having a 
mutual interest in sport, though 
one is the payee and the other the 
provider of the necessary ex- 
chequer. At important matches 
in the country and also in the 
suburbs of London, gentlemen and 



players sat in the same tent which 
was reserved to their sole use, 
and watched the match when 
their side was in, and the captain 
ordered in batsmen according to 
the state of the game and the 
bowling. 

In plain English, gentlemen and 
players knew their place and kept 
to it ; there was an easy feel- 
ing on both sides, and, although 
there was no **Jack," ** Tom," 
and ** Harry" style, kindness and 
good breeding reigned supreme. 

In the earlier days, according 
to the evidence of the oldest 
players, such as John Boyer, John 
Bailey, Caldicourt, Tom Sewell, 
and others, who passed almost 
their whole lifetime in the service 
of the Marylebone Club, all of 
whom I knew well, and all of whom 
lived to an advanced age, many 
of the leading cricketers of rank 
and position retained eminent 
players on their estates, or in some 
constant employment. For in- 
stance, in his early days, William 
Lillywhite was a bricklayer at 
the Duke of Richmond's ; Wen- 
man was head carpenter on Mr. 
Twisden Hodges's property ; Hill- 
yer wasa gamekeeper ; and Martin- 
gell was engaged at Lord Ducie*s, 
in Gloucestershire. In the very 
early days, according to tradition, 
some of the elevens wore some- 
thing in the nature of a uniform ; 
silk stockings being one item of 
dress, the players wearing two 
pairs, the outer stockings being 
rolled down to cover and protect 
the ankles. There is a picture of 
a match in the pavilion at Lord's, 
probably painted about 1760, 
in which the fieldsmen are rep- 
resented as wearing breeches, 
stockings, and jockey-caps. 

I remember when I • first saw 
the Notts eleven at Town Mailing 
in 1837, two of them. Heath and 
Sam Redgate, the quick bowler, 
wore shorts and white stockings ; 



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Heath wearing drab breeches and 
Redgate a pair of nankeens. Heath 
hit fearlessly to leg without a 
ghost of a pad of any kind, but 
in those days the law of l.b.w. was 
calculated from bowler's hand to 
the wicket, so, if the leg was 
struck when placed inside the 
imaginary line drawn between 
those two points, the batsman 
was given out. 

The Marylebone Club, of course, 
had the pick of the professionals 
at Lord's. When I first remem- 
ber Lord's, there may have been 
half-a-dozen players in constant 
attendance, drawn mostly from 
Kent, Sussex, Surrey, and Notts. 
Surrey had no county team, but 
players were drawn from the hot- 
beds of cricket. 

John Bowyer, who died in 
1880, cBiat 90, was first con- 
nected with Lord's in 18 10 in 
the days of Lord Frederick Beau- 
clerck, Mr. Budd, Mr. Osbaldes- 
ton, and Mr. W. Ward, and 
used to walk from Mitcham and 
back every day almost in the 
^ summer, a good twenty-two miles 
there and back. John Bailey and 
Tom Sewell began some ten years 
later, and the Shermans (then 
spelt ** Shearman ") were contem- 
poraries of Bowyer's. They were 
all Mitcham men, and most of 
them worked at Littler's silk 
printing factory, still in existence 
at Merton, where they used to 
see, as boys, Lord Nelson walking 
in his quarter-deck avenue, which 
is standing in the grounds of what 
was then Merton Abbey, from 
which place Nelson started to 
join the fleet at Portsmouth before 
the battle of Trafalgar. Bowyer 
and one or two of the others were 
wood-cutters, i.e., they were en- 
gaged in cutting the blocks for 
printing. The celebrated picture 
of the Jubilee Match, North v. 
South, 1837 — ^ very inferior work 
of art qua drawing — was done 



at Littler's factory, for printing 
on a silk pocket-handkerchief; for 
Mr. Littler was a great patron 
and lover of cricket, and had the 
blocks cut, and copies of the 
handkerchief were printed and 
published. There is an inferior 
copy, much patched up, in the 
refreshment-room of the paviHon 
at Lord's and a perfect copy in 
the committee-room at the Oval, 
which I gave to the club, and about 
which there is a curious story that 
cannot be told here as it is a 
secret. Bowyer told me that he 
did not remember matches being 
played at Lord's or elsewhere for 
any large sums posted, but there 
were many single-wickets matches 
played for substantial sums ; and 
he took part in many, and as there 
was a good deal of betting and 
backing of one man's runs against 
another's, and so on, he often got 
a sovereign if he did well, and 
there often was a lottery on the 
runs obtained, and if his name 
was drawn by a patron who won, 
the player was always remem- 
bered. 

Osbaldeston challenged him and 
the two Shermans at single wicket 
and got hollowly beaten. He was 
well paid by some who laid long 
odds against Osbaldeston. The 
greatest amount he ever received 
was when he played in the test 
match at Sheffield, ** Sussex v. 
England," in 1827, to decide the 
question of the ** throwing " bowl- 
ing,as W. Lillywhite's round-hand 
bowling was styled, and which 
soubriquet would not be inapplicable 
to a little of the bowling of to-day. 
Bowyer played in this match and 
received twelve pounds plus all 
expenses of journey from London 
to Sheffield and back, and liberal 
inn expenses, the journey and the 
match occupying a week. His 
account was that he and all other 
players followed their trade, if they 
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It was so when I first remembered 
the Kent and other players. If a 
man was a tailor, as Fuller Pilch 
and his nephew were, as were 
also Dorrinton and others, and as 
the veteran Tom Hearne, head of 
the players at Lords, now is, they 
made cricket flannels and jackets 
for the cricketers; if he was a 
barber, as both the Caffyns, South- 
erton, and Hawkins of Sussex 
were, they seized by the nose, at 
proper seasons,all the cricketers of 
the neighbourhood, and doubtless 
reaped their children*s heads, and 
arranged chocolate fronts for their 
grandmothers, and chignons for 
their wives and daughters. Every- 
one was glad to help a cricketer. 
The late Mr. Mossendew of the 
Bank of England, a great friend to 
professionals in all sports, used to 
get some of the cricketers berths 
as packers in the Bank during the 
winter, and any other temporary 
work ; the late Mr. Frederick 
Burbidge, who was one of the 
best of the grand old Surrey 
eleven, partner in a very large 
wholesale house in the City, was 
always ready to find cricketers 
winter employment if he could; 
as was Mr. J. W. Hobbs a con- 
spicuous figure in the Liberator 
Society, and now undergoing 
his sentence— and whom I believe 
to have been drawn into the 
whirlpool of swindle without 
knowing it until it was too late — 
was a very kind-hearted man, and 
employed cricketers of all coun- 
ties for whom he could find room 
in his works, or in the office. 
Besides this, he had a very good 
eleven at his place at Streatham, 
and was most liberal to the 
players. As things are now, what 
with the innumerable county and 
other contests, we are **swarming" 
with professional talent. Every 
school and college has its profes- 
sional ; no less than 52 professionals 
were, or are, on the books at 



Lord's, as the M.C.C. finds a berth 
for men of all counties during the 
season ; at the Oval there is a 
second eleven of amateurs and 
professionals who have not been 
defeated ; and most good local 
clubs require one professional at 
least. Cricket provides a good 
harvest for four months in the 
year, but if a man relies ** on his 
one string,** and has no other 
resource but cricket for earning 
bread and cheese all the year 
round, the day of short commons 
must come. Everything is worth 
what it will fetch, and no more ; 
and sensible people cannot under- 
stand what the outward world's 
opinion is worth as regards 
supply and demand, and the 
market value of services of those 
who are required for carrying out 
a cricket club, any more than 
what their opinion is worth as 
regards the remuneration of 
authors, actors, artists, printers, 
publishers, or people of any other 
calling. Mutual confidence and 
esteem are the groundwork of 
success in all undertakings in life, 
and I never knew any calling or 
sport in which those qualities have 
been more displayed than amongst 
amateurs and professionals on 
the cricket ground. No amateur 
worth his salt ever assumes airs 
of superiority over the professional, 
and no professional worth his salt 
ever cringes to an amateur. Prac- 
tically, cricketers are brothers all ; 
and no better custom ever existed 
than that common in the cricket- 
ing suburban districts, when good 
matches are played, and where 
the amateurs in the neighbour- 
hood, and the carpenter, black- 
smith, and retired professional — 
the kings of men — sit down to 
dinner, especially if the parson is 
there to say grace. I much doubt 
if this practice would not be a 
bore to both parties if adopted on 
great county grounds in cities. 



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There is no society or congrega- 
tion of men where some occasional 
reforms are not useful sometimes, 
but they must be mooted openly, 
and be discussed fairly, without 
temper or ill-nature. The curse 
of the world is the ** man with the 



muck-rake," whose character is 
the blackest in ** Pilgrim's Pro- 
gress " ; and whose representatives 
exist in many places in the shape 
of those who try to create bitter- 
ness, and make mischief by 
throwing mud. F. G. 



The Sportsman's Library. 



Breeders of blood stock will 
welcome the appearance of a new 
edition of a work which has here- 
tofore stood them in good stead.* 
In compact form Mr. Osborne's 
work contains a vast amount of 
information, while the tabulated 
pedigrees of both ancient and 
modern horses are of course of 
great value, as saving the breeder 
a considerable amount of trouble 
in the shape of references to the 
General Stud Book. The inter-, 
esting features of former editions 
are retained, while the second part 
contains a list of the sires who 
were advertised for the season of 
1895, ^^^ P^r^ three is a supple- 
mentary list of sires for 1896. The 
introduction to this portion of the 
work, like all the writings on 
breeding subjects which come from 
Mr. Osborne's pen, is marked by an 
infinite and most complete know- 
ledge of the contents of the Stud 
Book. Mr. Osborne notes in his 
introduction that "in no one 
season during the memory of the 
oldest stud-master in the United 
Kingdom have so many sires of 
celebrity been put to the stud in 
the British Isles as in the present 
year of grace, 1896, including as 
they do such excellent and distin- 
guished performers on the race- 



* " The Horse-Breeder's Handbook " ; a his- 
tory of the rise and progress of the British Stud. 
By Joseph 0>bome (** Beacon "). Fourth Edition. 
London : Edmund Scale. Price £1 xs. 



VOL. LXVI. — NO. 439. 



course as Isinglass, Ladas, Ravens- 
bury, Avington, and Best Man.** 

The author refers to his favour- 
ite subject, the pedigrees of Eclipse, 
Herod, and Matchem, and asserts 
with perfect truth that the giving 
of so much credit to the Darley 
Arabian, the Byerly Turk, and 
the Godolphin Arabian is super- 
fluous. Mr. Osborne points out 
that in the veins of Eclipse were 
five strains of the Lister Turk, and 
eight strains of Hautboy, son of 
D' Arcy's White Turk, and to these 
the author would attribute the 
great racing powers possessed by 
Eclipse, and the immense vitality 
of his descendants. Then, in the 
third part, he takes up his parable 
and gives us a list of the sires 
descended from Eclipse through 
Pot-8-os, and in another branch 
through King Fergus, and the net 
result is that while, in the male 
line. Eclipse continues to hold over 
the sires of his day a very marked 
precedence over Herod and 
Matchem, the two last-named are 
but scantily represented in Mr. 
Osborne's list. Space precludes 
us from following Mr. Osborne 
at length through his introduction. 

For Ireland •* Beacon" has of 
course a good word, and he points 
out how horse-breeding has been 
going ahead in the sister Isle, 
while at page 43 he has ventured 
upon a sort of a review of Mr. C. 
Bruce Lowe's voluminous work, 
** Breeding Race Horses by the 

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Figure System.*' ** Beacon " finds 
himself unable to agree with many 
of Mr. Lowe's conclusions. To 
begin with, Mr. Osborne rather 
finds fault with the system adopted 
by Mr. Lowe taking merely the 
winners of the classic races, for he 
is apparently of opinion that they 
hardly afford a fair sample of the 
families of English race-horses. 
These horses selected by Mr. Lowe 
he took to be descended from 
thirty-four mares, chiefly barbs, 
and their descendants, and these, 
as many of our readers will know, 
are classified into famihes. An 
old-fashioned breeder like Mr. 
Osborne can hardly be expected 
to appreciate the somewhat novel 
lines upon which Mr. Lowe's 
work is constructed, but it must 
be confessed that many of his 
criticisms strike us as being 
strictly just. In the ** Horse 
Breeder's Handbook " are several 
pedigrees which Mr. Osborne has 
drawn out with great care, as 
tending to show that some of the 
horses are descended from a 
mare (the Old Morocco mare) 
which he is of opinion Mr. Lowe 
has rather shghted. However, 
whether ** Beacon's " strictiu-es 
are right or wrong, the fact re- 
mains that in the pedigrees of the 
more modern sires there is a vast 
amount of information useful to 
the breeder, while the story can 
of course be carried back in many 
instances by referring to the 
pedigrees of the old stallions in 
the earlier portions of the work. 
The book is certainly a monument 
of industry, and should be care- 
fully studied by anyone engaged 
in breeding thoroughbred stock. 

During the past twelvemonths 
those of our readers who take a 
practical or theoretical interest in 
rifle-shooting — the matters we 
have on hand abroad will surely 
stimulate this interest — will doubt- 
less have pursued with pleasure a 



series of articles on the rifle from 
the pen of the Hon. T. F. 
Fremantle. These articles were 
so eminently practical, and con- 
tained so much information that 
we were not surprised a demand 
was forthcoming for them in 
book form. This request has 
been complied with, and the 
work under notice* is the result. 
The articles have been revised, 
partly re-arranged, and a certain 
amount of new matter has been 
added. In a very few pages the 
author has contrived to give a 
succinct account of early weapons, 
from the time of the bow and 
crossbow down to about forty years 
ago, and it is to be noticed that 
breech loading weapons were known 
so long ago as 1545, or even 
sooner, for some of the guns 
of the Mary Rose^ which went 
down off Spithead in the above- 
mentioned year, were breech- 
loaders of great length. The 
practical rifle-shot will be interested 
in the chapter on ** Positions " 
for many reasons, among them 
being the fact that it is embel- 
lished with two curious illustra- 
tions taken from an old book. 
The chapters on " sighting," and 
powders, smokeless and other- 
wise, will interest those who drift 
towards Bisley, while the sections 
on bullets will please many who 
have never discharged a rifle in 
their lives, but who will neverthe- 
less be interested in the illustra- 
tions of a bullet's flight through 
the air. As some of these articles 
have appeared so recently in the 
pages of this magazine, and will 
consequently be fresh in the re- 
collection of our readers, we need 
not review the book at length, and 
need say no more about it than 
that it is worthy the notice of all 
who care about rifle-shooting in 



• *• Notes on the Rifle." By the Hon. T. F. 
Fremantle. London : Vinton & Co. Price 5s. 



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connection with either sport or 
warfare. 

Mountaineering is an amuse- 
ment worshipped by some, and 
not appreciated by others ; but it 
has found an enthusiastic admirer 
in the Rev. J. Sanger Davies, a 
member of the Alpine Club. 
About a couple of years ago this 
gentleman wrote a most readable 
book on the last untrodden Alpine 
peaks.* So much was the book 
appreciated by the author's fellow- 
climbers that there has been a 
demand for a new edition. Up- 
wards of thirty illustrations are 
given, while the letterpress is 
written in easy and interesting 
fashion, and bears with it the 
ring of the enthusiast. 

Another new edition is that of 
Mr. Rawdon Lee's book on 
terrier s.t Since the first edition 
saw the light a change of some 
importance has overtaken the dog- 
world. It had for a long time 
been the custom to crop the ears 
of bull-terriers, English white 
terriers, and black and tan terriers 
and toy terriers; but about year 
and a half ago two persons were 
convicted, on the ground of cruelty, 
for having cropped the ears of a 
terrier, and were punished with 
imprisonment. As the natural re- 
sult of this conviction the Kennel 
Club at once decided that a prac- 
tice which had been held to be 
illegal must no longer obtain at 
shows, so a rule was accordingly 
passed which enacted that no dog 
of whatever breed or variety, if 
cropped after March ist, 1895, 
could win a prize at shows held 
under Kennel Club rules. Irish 
terriers were better off, for their 
mutilation was prohibited as far 



• •* Dolomite Strongholds— The Last Untrodden 
Alpine Peaks." Second Edition. By the Rev. J. 
Sanger Davies. London : Bell & Sons. 

t"A History and Description of the Modem 
Dogs of Great Britain and Ireland. The Terriers." 
New Edition. By Rawdon B. Lee. With illus- 
trations by Arthur Windle. London : Horace Cox. 



back as 1889. In the first edition 
of this exhaustive work the illus- 
trations showed sundry terriers as 
they were before the passing of 
the new rule, that is to say, with 
cropped ears, but now it has been 
found necessary to replace the 
original drawings by others, show- 
ing the dogs with uncropped ears; 
and certainly dame Nature knows 
better than man what is symmetri- 
cal and pleasing to the eye. Taking 
advantage of the call for a second 
issue, Mr. Lee has brought his 
pages down to date, and has given 
the lovers of terriers quite a store- 
house of information of the most 
interesting kind. 

How far a great number of those 
who enjoy active participation in 
sport and pastime care for any- 
thing which happened longer ago 
than the day before yesterday has 
always been a moot point. A 
sketch of yesterday's run, or yes- 
terday's match, with plenty of 
personalities thrown in, is gene- 
rally acceptable; but fewer per- 
haps care for old records, and a 
recalling of facts and incidents 
which occurred long ago. Others 
there are ^vho, while following with 
keen interest the doings of to-day, 
are desirous of learning all that 
there is to learn about the past 
history of the amusement which 
most commends itself to them. To 
cricketers with a love for the his- 
tory of the game a book has just 
been published, which will doubt- 
less soon find a place on their 
library shelves.* The thirteenth 
volume carried the history and 
scores of the game to the year 
1876, and the volume under 
notice — the fourteenth — carries on 
the thread of cricket history from 
the year 1877, beginning with 
some Australian and New Zea- 



• Arthur Haygarth's ** Cricket Scores and Bio- 
gnphies," being a continuation of Frederick 
Lillywhite's " Scores and Biographies form 1773 to 
18^4." Vol. xiv. London : Longmans and Co. 
Price jCt* 



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land matches. In connection 
with these the editor laments 
the inaccuracies caused by the 
carelessness of the scorers, and 
finding two different accounts of 
the same match is unable to say 
which is the correct version. To 
attempt to classify the scores, or 
to say anything about the various 
matches, is necessarily impossible, 
owing to their great number. A 
perusal of them, however, will be 
interesting, as bringing to mind 
old times. The reader will come 
across such once well-known 
names as Henry Jupp, for so 
long one of Surrey's finest bats- 
men, and Charlwood, who used 
to do such good service for Sus- 
sex, and will be reminded that 
trouble, more or less, was in store 
for both these once brilliant ex- 
ponents of the game. Allan Hill, 
too, most stolid of Yorkshiremen, 
had not, at the period included in 
this work, given up playing. 
Some of our readers may not 
have heard a story told about 
him when officiating as umpire 
in a match. It must be premised 
that Hill was a particularly 
straight man, in whom partisan- 
ship did not exist, and he looked 
upon umpiring, as is right, as a 
very serious business. Well, on 
the occasion referred to, a young 
bowler, anxious for a wicket at 
any price, made an appeal for leg 
before. ** Not out, lad," said Hill, 
** not out. Don't ask foolish ques- 
tions ; thou knowest it wasn't out. 
Get on with thy bowling." The 
names of many prominent ama- 
teurs who have joined the great 
majority will be found on many 
pages, while some, notably Mr. 
W. G. Grace, are still very much 
to the fore. 

In a work of this kind frag- 
mentary biography cannot be 
avoided, but on looking over the 
formidable list of addenda and corri- 
genda for previous volumes one 



cannot help thinking that by the 
exercise of a little more care at 
the time a good deal of the addi- 
tions which now find place in Mr. 
Haygarth's pages might have been 
included in former issues. Of 
course, what has happened since 
is altogether another matter. 

On turning over the leaves of 
this book, one comes across an 
addition to the biography of the 
late Mr. C. A. Absolom, who 
played in the Cambridge Eleven. 
He was certainly one of the most 
eccentric men that ever took bat 
or ball in hand. As the writer of 
these lines knew him well he may 
perhaps be pardoned for intro- 
ducing a few personal reminis- 
cences. So far as his cricket was 
concerned, he seldom or never 
took guard, at any rate in matches 
other than county or University* 
Among his other occupations he 
was once an assistant master at a 
school in Devonshire, and formed 
one of an eleven which played at 
Totnes against a team for which 
the writer played and bowled. 
Mr. Absolom's side won the loss 
and went in first, Mr. Absolom 
taking the first over. He walked 
up to the wicket, planted himself in 
front of it, and had his bat about 
a foot wide of the off stump. The 
umpire reminded him of this ; but 
all he said was " let the bowler 
hit 'em." He made two off the 
first ball, and stood for the second 
about as much to leg as he had 
formerly stood to the off. This 
second ball went between the off 
and middle stumps, whereupon 
Mr. Absolom remarked, ** Now 
I'm right for the day ; " and so he 
was, carrying out his bat for a 
score of between 90 and 100. 
After the match he dined with 
the writer, who was in lodgings 
reading during the " Long," and 
insisted on dining off cold ham 
and iced beer. As the lodgings 
contained neither ham nor ice. 



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Mr. Absolom, before he could be 
stopped, went out in the town, 
and in due course returned with 
a pound of cooked ham and a 
lump of ice. He always felt 
that his life had been more or less 
thrown away, and after roving 
about the world in many capaci- 
ties, eventually became purser of 
a steamship, and while engaged 
in the West Indies in supervising 
the loading of the vessel, a crane 
fell on him, inflicting injuries so 
severe that he succumbed to them. 
The additional biographies and 
the notes scattered throughout the 
work will be found of interest to 
those who take pleasure in cricket 
history. The reader may be re- 
minded that thirty-four or thirty- 
five years have elapsed since the 
first four volumes — now, scarce — 
were published under the title of 
** Fred Lillywhite's scores," and 
biographies and the volumes 
which have since appeared are 
virtually a continuance of the 
original series. 

The frequent union of travel 
and sport is but one additional 
proof how keen is the average 
Englishman not only to see as 
much of the world as he can, but 
to beguile some of his time with 
such branches of sport as the 
places visited are able to afford. 
Similarly when either soldier or 
civilian is quartered abroad he 
invariably makes the best of his 
opportunities in the direction of 
sport, and, among other places, 
Shanghai offers many attractions 
to the sportsman. Upwards of 
twenty years ago Mr. F. A. 
Groom published the "Sports- 
man's Diary," a Httle work which 
almost became the sportsman's 
bible. The book soon became 
out of print ; or were it now pro- 
curable it would be found a good 
deal out of date owing to the 
opening up of new areas, and the 
changed conditions under which 



shooting is carried on. Anybody, 
however, who may now be desir- 
ous of sporting in the Yangtze 
Valley will find a book which will 
prove of inestimable value to him. * 
Here we have thirty papers by 
experts, so that instead of having 
some vague descriptions and 
general remarks, each chapter 
is a perfect storehouse of definite 
information. 

The Editor himself leads off 
with *' An Outline Sketch of the 
Shooting in the Yangtze Valley," 
a well written chapter which pre- 
pares the reader, in a measure, for 
the contents of some of the follow- 
ing articles. In one respect the 
snipe appears to have the same 
habits all the world over, Mr. 
Wade speaks of its •* pertinacity " 
in seeking time after time some 
favourite feeding ground in spite 
of surroundings and circumstances 
which would cause some birds to 
utterly forsake their favourite 
haunts. In England it is the 
same. When the snipe arrive the 
sportsman may flush them day 
after day in the same place, untU 
he has bagged them all. From the 
Editorial pen, too, we have some 
useful notes on the nearer-lying 
shooting districts, and further re- 
marks on the more remote shoot- 
ing districts, as well as some notes 
on general shooting, all of which 
show a thorough familiarity with 
the subjects dealt with. 

It is a feature of this handsome 
quarto volume that there is 
nothing slangy or ** sporting " 
about it ; no terrible or fabulous 
individual performances are re- 
lated ; but the whole is a scholarly 
handbook to the district dealt 
with in its broad pages, and there 
is valuable information in every 
paragraph. The Editor has been 
careful not to overburden his 



• '* With Boat and Gun in the Yangtze Valley," 
editeJ by H. T. Wade. Published at the Office of 
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[Sepi'ember 



contributors ; but has asked them 
to undertake just that with which 
they are perfectly familiar, so that 
while Mr. Duncan Glass confines 
himself to wild fowl shooting out- 
side Woosceney, he gives every 
scrap of information that can be 
of service to the stranger and 
offers hints as to guns, outfit and 
all necessary details. 

In China the house boat plays 
a more important part than do 
our own craft on the Thames, 
and Mr. Croal deals with dimen- 
sions, his chapter being followed 
by several others from the pens 
of competent writers dealing with 
the management, cost and method 
of taking the field. The natural 
history of the birds and beasts 
found in China is not by any 
means neglected, Mr. F. G. Styen 
contributing a useful and interest- 
ing chapter on pigs, deer, hares 
and flying vermin, which is 
followed up by another article 
on the snipe of China. Bishop 
Moule and the Rev. Dr. Bose 
are responsible for a couple of 
very interesting papers on Hang- 
chow and Soochow respectively 
from an antiquarian and historical 
point of view. 

After the Doctors of Divinity 
have had their say. Dr. Henderson 
holds forth on the " up-country 
medicine chest and how to use it, 
and recommends that on every 
house boat should be found one 
of the manuals published for the 
guidance of ambulance classes, 
while he adds some exceedingly 
useful and practical hints on the 
treatment of cuts and wounds. 



The chapter on up-country cook- 
ery, by Mrs. F. J. Maitland will 
be hailed with satisfaction by that 
by no means insignificant class 
who are quite prepared to rough it 
when absolutely necessary; but 
who nevertheless appreciate 
variety in the bill of fare, and 
something better than the some- 
times unsuccessful efforts of 
amateur chtp. 

The ** wrmkles," which include 
hints on preservation of food, are 
excellent, and well worthy the 
attention of the English house- 
wife as well as the occupant of 
the Chinese house boat. One of 
the most practical chapters in the 
book must not be passed by with- 
out a word of commendation — 
** What to do in case of Trouble 
with the Natives/' Mr.. George 
Jameson is responsible for this 
most useful section of the book. 
This chapter clearly shows that 
the writer is perfectly aware of 
the silly things done by unfinished 
sportsmen, and thoroughly knows 
the Chinese character. Our ad- 
vice is, therefore, that this section 
be carefully studied and laid to 
heart ere a start be made on an 
expedition. In connection with a 
work of this kind we can do no 
more than give some idea of its 
contents. We do not profess to 
have checked every statement 
made ; but as the book is th- 
work of experts, we may ver * 
fairly conclude that inaccuracit 
are not of frequent occurrenc 
and that being so, the book shoul 
be a work of reference to everyone 
proposing to sport in China. 



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The Strange History of a Doncaster Cup. 



When Hamlet, ** the glass of 
fashion and the mould of form," 
uttered to his bosom friend the 
memorable expression, ** To what 
base uses may we return, Horatio !" 
he spoke a truism equally applica- 
ble to other matters besides those 
connected with the fate of common 
humanity, and amongst such mat- 
ters it may be applied with re- 
markable force to an ornamental 
piece of plate— even to the Don- 
caster Cup of 1825. The Cup of 
that year was given by the stewards 
of the meeting of whom perhaps 
the then Lord Londonderry was 
the chief ; but, be that as it may, 
the Cup was styled the ** London- 
derry '* Cup by most racing men 
of that period. It was beautifully 
designed, and of most artistic and 
skilled workmanship, to the value 
of 350 guineas, and after one of 
the most terrific struggles in the 
annals of that historic race, fell to 
the famous Lottery, then the pro- 
perty of Mr. Thos. Whittaker, of 
Dowthorpe Hall, in the Holder- 
ness country. 

Lottery, whose original name 
was Tinker, was bred by the late 
Mr. Richard Watt, of Bishop 
Burton, near Beverley, in York- 
shire, in the year 1820, and was a 
remarkably handsome dark brown 
horse, by Tramp out of Mandane, 
by Pot-8-os, and was undoubtedly 
the best of all his sire's stock, 
despite the fact that he was cursed 
with a very bad temper even from 
foalhood. Possessed of tremendous 
speed and stamina. Tinker was 
put into training, and made his 
debut in public in the Great St. 
Leger of 1823, and was one of the 
fifteen horses which were with- 
drawn after the false start for that 
race, eventually won by Tinker's 
half-brother Barefoot, and though 
ridden by the great Yorkshire 



jockey, John Jackson, the son of 
Tramp ran very badly, utterly 
refusing to gallop, besides ex- 
hibiting a great deal of temper. 
Returning to Bishop Burton, the 
horse's temper gradually got worse, 
and he soon became really vicious, 
the culminating point of his evil 
manners showing itself one morn- 
ing after leaving the stable with 
the other horses for the usual 
bout of exercise, when suddenly 
turning his head round. Tinker 
seized his rider by the leg with 
his teeth, pulled him clean out of 
the saddle, shook him as a dog 
would a rat, and then, hurling him 
to the ground, did his best to 
pound him with his fore-feet, but, 
most fortunately, missed the lad, 
who turned out eventually to be 
not so much hurt as might have 
been expected ; whilst the mad 
animal, finding himself free, at 
once galloped off, and jumped 
the high doors into the stable- 
yard, greatly to the astonishment 
and consternation of the stud- 
groom Barrow and his attendants, 
who, seeing the state of affairs, 
lost no time in arming themselves 
with pykles, and so managed to 
keep the infuriated horse at bay, 
and it was only after an immense 
amount of trouble, combined with 
no little danger and risk, that 
they succeeded in getting him 
into a stable, when the horse was 
chained up and safely secured. 

Mr. Watt, not wishing to fur- 
ther endanger the lives of his 
dependants, determined to dispose 
of Tinker at the first opportunity. 
But this was easier said than done, 
as the knowledge of the horse's 
dangerous propensities having be- 
come general property — tales were 
probably considerably exaggerated 
— several would-be buyers posi- 
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price— not even as a gift would 
anyone accept him — but he was 
eventually purchased by Mr. Whit- 
taker for the sum of ;f400, and 
as his new owner considered the 
bargain a most hazardous one, re- 
christened his purchase Lottery. 

But once again the serious 
question arose as to what was to 
be done ; how to tame the fiery 
steed ? At length a horsebreaker 
named John Garbutt, residing in 
the neighbourhood, and a man of 
iron nerves, came forward to offer 
his services, and said to the 
owner, "If you'll risk your horse, 
ril risk my neck, and I will tame 
him." 

The offer was promptly accepted, 
and in the presence of a great 
crowd. Lottery was eventually 
mounted and taken into a large 
ploughed field hard by and 
galloped round and round, over 
the heavy ground, flogged and 
spurred until completely exhausted 
the wretched animal lay down, 
and, as was said at the time, 
** fairly roared like a bull ;'* and 
though this cruel treatment almost 
knocked the spirit out of him, yet 
his courage was not subdued, and 
when put into training again 
Lottery proved remarkably suc- 
cessful on the racecourse, whilst 
many of his races were exhibitions 
of great courage and speed. For 
in private. Lottery could run 
clean away from his relative Bare- 
foot, and he was without doubt 
the best horse of his day. 

But after becoming the pro- 
perty of Mr. Whittaker, poor 
Lottery was miserably treated 
and mismanaged — never horse 
more so— and though naturally 
very queer-tempered and erratic, 
his defects were grossly aggra- 
vated by neglect, otherwise he 
would have been one of the most 
brilliant performers on the Turf 
of that day. He was eventually 
purchased by the French Govern- 



ment, and ended his days as a 
sire at the Bois de Boulogne stud- 
farm, in company with Physician 
and Cadland, one of the dead- 
heaters for the " Blue Riband " of 
1828. 

But Lottery's greatest achieve- 
ment during his turf career was 
for the Doncaster or *' London- 
derry " Cup above-mentioned, for 
which he defeated eight of the 
" cracks '* of that day. The con- 
test excited intense interest 
amongst the tykes assembled to 
witness that year's races on Town 
Moor. 

'* if," said Jackson, the famous 
jockey, and tormer rider of Lot- 
tery, to a friend of his on the 
Wednesday morning, the day of 
the race, ** if you should live to 
the age of a hundred, you will 
never see such a severe race as 
will be run for this afternoon." 

As the appointed time for the 
Cup to be run for drew nigh, 
Jackson and his friend proceeded 
on foot to the cross-road near 
the Red House, to witness the 
start. There were nine runners, 
and the race resulted as under, 
viz. : — 

THE GOLD CUP (value 350 Rs.), for hones, &c, 
ihiee years, 751. ; lour, 8st. 31b*. ; five, 8$l. 
lolbs. : six and aged, 9$t. The winner of the 
St. Le^er Stakes this year to carry 3 lbs. 
extra. To start at the Ked House, and run 
once round to the ending post. Two miles and 
five furlongs. 

Mr. Whittakers br. h. LOTTERY, 5 yrs., by 
Tramp G. Nelson t 

Mr. F. Craven's b. c. LONGWAIST, 4 years, 
by Whalebone S. Day 2 

Mr. F. Lumley's gr. c. FALCON, 3 yrs., by 
Interpreter 1". Nicholson 3 

Lord Sligo's br. h. Starch, 6 yrs., by Waxy 
Pope W. Scott o 

Duke of Leeds' b. c. Crowcatcher, 3 yrs., by 
Blacklock T. Lye o 

Mr.Lambton's ch. c. Cedric, 4 yrs., by Phantom 

J. Robinson o 

Mr. Farquahson's br. h. Figaro, 6 yrs., by Hap- 
hazard S. Chifney o 

Lord Exeter's ch. h. Zealot, 5 yrs., by Partisan 

W. Wheatly o 

Mrs. Duncombe's ch. f. St. Helena, 3 yrs., dam 
by Waxy J. Gray o 

The betting was 13 to 8 agst. Lottery, a to 1 
agst. Cedric (winner of the previous j'ear's Derby), 
7 to X agst. Longwaist (sold after the race to the 
famous Jack Myttotn, of Halston, in whose colours 
he won the Gold Cups at Newton, Buxton, Wor* 
ce<«ter and Warwick the following year), to to i 
agst. Figaro, and 20 to i agi^t. Falcon. 



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Jackson, who was an excellent 
judge in all matters connected 
with racing, considered that this 
was the finest lot of horses he had 
ever seen assembled at the post ; 
and predicted before the flag 
fell that they would all receive 
such a ** dressing " as to render 
them unfit for any future contest. 
** Now," he added, ** mark my 
words : if Lottery throws his ears 
back and elevates his nose, they 
will never be able to catch him. 
He will burst them all — perhaps 
himself, too — but he'll win.'* 

The horses got away well 
together, and before they had 
gone very far Lottery assumed 
the lead, and in ascending the hill 
was quite a length to the good. 
The rest were all in a cluster. At 
the bend of the course by the 
Red House, where five or six 
horses were all racing neck and 
neck, Jackson became very ex- 
cited, and, taking hold of his 
friend by the shoulder, exclaimed, 
** Here's a race ! They can't 
reach him. The Newmarket jocks, 
Chifney and the rest, are all dead 
beat now." 

On the field swept like the rush 
of a whirlwind. Wliips were going 
and spurs were applied. Chifney, 
Robinson, and Scott were each 
riding all they knew, while Sam 
Day, on Longwaist, dangerous 
and determined, opposite the 
stand made a terrific rush and 
headed Lottery, but Nelson, who 
was next the rails, instantly 
changing his whip into his left 
hand, hit Lottery, who just 
got home by a head amidst a 
roar of excitement seldom sur- 
passed. Longwaist was second, 
and Falcon managed to struggle 
into third place. The owner of 
Lottery and his friends were 
frantic with delight at their great 
victory, and immediately after 
the race Job Marson was entrusted 
with a commission from the Duke 



of Leeds to purchase the winner 
for 4,000 guineas ; but the offer 
was promptly refused. 

In the evening the Cup, accord- 
ing to the custom adopted with 
its predecessors, did duty at the 
race assembly ball, held at the 
Mansion House. Filled with 
sparkling St. Julian wine, it was 
handed round the company, which 
was this year more than usually 
brilliant, amongst whom was His 
Royal Highness the Duke of 
Sussex, whilst the most attractive 
lady of all the gay throng was 
the Marchioness of Londonderry 
— literally one blaze of diamonds. 
But, tempora mutantur as we used 
to say at Eton, the days of race 
balls have long since departed, 
whilst the once gay saloons of the 
Doncaster Corporation, during 
the ** great carnival " are now as 
silent as the grave. At the 
termination of the races, the Cup, 
placed in the hands of the winner, 
was dispatched to Hull— not con- 
veyed in a carriage and four, 
drawn by horses decorated with 
blue ribbons, but on board the 
steamer Thorne, It was placed 
on the cabin table, and filled, not 
with generous port, or sparkling 
sherry, but with " heavy wet," 
and the passengers — racing enthu- 
siasts of the humbler classes, touts, 
and those numerous indescribable 
hangers-on at the skirts of all 
large race-meetings, whom no 
one knows, whose places of abode 
no man can tell, and for whose 
welfare no one cares— were invited 
to drink *• the health of the 
Holderness farmer and success to 
Lottery," and thus the rim of the 
very Cup, which had so shortly 
met and even been touched by the 
sweet lips of ladies of the highest 
rank and fashion, was now polluted 
by those of the o'i polloi. 

Thus Fate had already proved 
unkind to the "Londonderry" 
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follow. On the steamer's arrival 
at Hull the race trophy was 
exhibited to public view at the 
"Blue Bell" Inn, Witham, and 
though from the outset an ignoble 
use for it was adopted, a still 
greater desecration was allowed, 
such as would have even put old 
Silenus himself to shame. But 
with something like the influence 
felt by the Wandering Jew, the 
destiny of this magnificent prize 
led onward, ever onward, change 
succeeding change with an un- 
expected rapidity. At length it 
reached Dowthorpe Hall, and was, 
of course, the admiration of all the 
neighbours and visitors ; but, alas ! 
this high position and general 
worship was not fated to last. 

There is in turf matters a par- 
ticular fascination which some 
persons, though not possessed of 
ample means or the requisite 
sinews of war, find almost irre- 
sistible. One step leads to another ; 
success at first to future disaster, 
whilst a desire to participate in 
exciting and popular scenes very 
often leads the enthusiast beyond 
his depth, or to swamp him 
altogether amidst shoals and 
quicksands. And so it was with 
the owner of Lottery. Forsaking 
the farm for the turf, and his quiet 
home-Hfe for the excitement of 
the racecourse, Mr. Whit taker soon 
found himself completely surround- 
ed by debts, duns, and difficulties, 
and with little hope of ever dis- 
entangling himself. Soon came a 
mystic token from the king to the 
sheriff, and the latter, in obedi- 
ence to the royal mandate, arrested 
the farmer. Consequently his 
goods and chattels were all seized, 
and the Cup, amongst other things, 
came into the possession of a Hull 
auctioneer, whose claim for ad- 
vancing the original purchase 
money for Lottery had never been 
met. With him, however, the 
prize found no continual resting- 



place, but was shortly conveyed 
by a legal functionary in exchange 
for some ready money to an 
attorney's office in Parliament 
Street. But here, likewise; it did 
not rest permanently, and anon 
found its way into the the safe 
keeping of another individual who 
had dived deeply into " Coke," 
** Barewell," and " Alderson,** and, 
contrary to all expectations, it 
was not destined to remain even 
here long, and was next placed in 
the " safe " at Raike's Bank as 
the security for an advance of 
100 sovereigns. But, its motto 
was onwards, for the auctioneer, 
having released the unfortunate 
cup from its abode of darkness, 
had it again for some time in 
his own possession. But its 
destiny was not yet fulfilled, and, 
wonderful as it may seem, it 
found its way back to Doncaster, 
the scene of its early triumph and 
admiration, and the last known of 
it was its sale for the sum of 
120 guineas to the self-same 
goldsmith who had originally 
supplied the trophy to the Don- 
caster stewards for 350 guineas. 
Thus we have a very satisfactory 
finish to a chequered and eventful 
history, and though no moral 
adorns this tale, still there is one 
undoubtedly attached to it which 
each of my readers may see for him- 
self, and if, as in tlie case of the poor 
Cup, we have in the course of our 
lives to endure reverses of fortune, 
and other equally unpleasant vicis- 
tudes, let each one of us, to quote 
Bromley- Da ven port , 
*' Along the sound headland of honesty 
steer : 

Beware of false holloas and juvenile riot: 

Though ihe oxer of duty be wide, never 
fear. 

And when the run's over of earthly 
existence, 

And we get safe to ground we shall feel 
no remorse. 

If we ride it — no matter what line or 
what distance — 

As straight as our fathers from Ranks- 
boro* Gorse." R. G. P. 



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Our Van/' 



Goodwood in its Social As- 
pects. — The Van Driver thinks 
that a glance at Goodwood, not 
necessarily from a sporting point 
of view, but in its changed social 
aspects, may be interesting. If a 
racing Rip Van Winkle had gone 
to sleep, overpowered by a Good- 
wood luncheon, some twenty or 
five-and-twenty years ago, and 
had awoke up, say, on the very 
last Cup Day that ever was, he 
would have wondered with a great 
wonder. He would first have been 
struck by not finding on the 
benches next to the Grand Stand 
the beautiful women and the 
beautiful toilettes that he remem- 
bered in the long ago. Good- 
wood has ceased to be ** dressy,*' 
which perhaps is a good thing. 
If we remember rightly, it never 
attained to the splendour of Ascot, 
though there were some notable 
exceptions, and the late Caroline, 
Duchess of Montrose, and ** Lady 
A'* were among them. The 
awakened sleeper would have in- 
quired where was Lady Mary 
Craven, the beautiful, and where 
was her husband, the handsomest 
man in society, next to poor Alfred 
Montgomery in his prime ? Rip 
might have inquired for the 
others if his memory stirred 
him, and perhaps might have 
looked suspiciously on the pre- 
sent occupants of the benches 
as hardly the successors of 
the beautiful women of twenty 
years agone. Some had blos- 
somed into stately duchesses and 
charming countesses; others had 
disappeared from the scene. * Rip 
would have discerned, too, that 
the grandes dames kept to them- 
selves in the reserved portion of 
the Stand, and mixed not with 
the Lawn. Goodwood has become 
democratic, no doubt, from what 
it once was. 



But the simple-hearted Dutch 
peasant would, perhaps, have been 
more astonished at the change in 
the costume of the men, which is 
certainly startling. In the days 
when Rip partook of that ex- 
tremely heavy luncheon, no one 
thought of going to Goodwood in 
anything but a frock coat and a 
tall hat. It was a tribute to the 
women who had donned their 
prettiest frocks and best bibs and 
tuckers. Some few old-fashioned 
men wore frock coats and hats at 
Goodwood this year, but the 
young generation had assumed all 
sorts of head gear, from bowlers 
and straws to the hideous caps 
that make all men look alike. 
Dittoes were prominent, and the 
First Subject of the Empress- 
Queen did not disdain to follow, 
if he did not lead, the new fashion. 
Every man in the way of dress 
may evidently do as he *' darned 
pleases," and the contrast between 
the old style and the new was 
sufficiently startling. Certainly a 
chimney-pot hat is not a thing of 
beauty, but the hat of our younger 
days, called the Paget, has been 
revived. It is a hat with some 
shape and form about it, and not 
a chimney-pot, which has none ; 
and we can see now in our mind's- 
eye the old Marquis of Anglesey 
— the grandfather of the present 
Paget s — accompanied by one of 
his daughters, riding down Picca- 
dilly in the hats we all wore forty 
or fifty years ago. To say that a 
tall hat is hideous depends upon 
its shape, and also a good deal on 
the wearer ; to say that it is cum- 
bersome is untrue, and no one 
knows that better than the in- 
veighers against it. But we have 
got into a slovenly way of dress- 
ing, for which we cannot help 
thinking the women of to-day 
are to blame. While they we 



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charming and tasteful garments, 
it pleases their inconsistency to 
encourage the youth that is called 
golden to do otherwise. We have 
heard ladies, dressed as they are 
at Ascot, or for a wedding in what 
is called ** a fashionable church," 
tell a youth in dittoes how well 
he looked, and how much she pre- 
ferred him in that costume. We 
ask pardon for such a trite observa- 
vation as that women's manners 
and ways are past finding out, but 
the remark will come to the front, 
and must abide there. 

Sooial Gharaoteristios at Other 
Places. — Redcar. Well, it has 
characteristics all its own, but 
still it does not aspire to be a 
Yorkshire Goodwood, though the 
Scotch, by the way, have one, or 
say they have one, at Ayr. But 
Redcar has one thing to boast of, 
which is genuine Yorkshire hos- 
pitality. In that the Httle meet- 
ing hard by the yellow sands is 
very bad to beat, and having 
just recovered from a course of 
Goodwood, and having settled with 
the stewards of the Poluphloisboio 
and Cold Curry Clubs for a 
series of luncheons, it is very 
pleasant to find at Redcar an 
Amphitryon who looks after us 
in every possible way, with no 
steward of a club to present his 
compliments and beg to enclose 
his little account as a sequel. 
Such an one is Mr. James 
Lowther, of Wilton Castle, who 
keeps open house at Redcar ; also 
at Stockton, at which latter place 
the Marquis of Londonderry 
joins in, and their tables are 
spread for many comers. At 
Redcar, too, was another Amphi- 
tryon, in the person of Mr. 
Wharton, of Skelton Castle, who 
we were very pleased to see look- 
ing well and bearing his weight of 
years very kindly. Redcar is not 
much patronised by the ladies 
of the neighbourhood, but at 



Stockton Lady Londondery gen- 
erally gathers around her a bevy 
of fair faces that would hold 
their own in any press of lovely 
women — at least, the fair chate- 
laine of Wynyard did this last 
year, and may repeat it this. We 
hope, with the pleasure of anti- 
cipation, that she may, for the 
paddock and the Wynyard lun- 
cheon table were in 1 895 things of 
beauty for the time. In old days 
at Stockton — and by old we mean 
a quarter of a century ago— when 
the late Mr. Dodds was a power 
in the land, it was his custom to 
keep open liouse on the three race 
days for luncheon, the said meal 
consisting of grouse and cham- 
pagne. The Van Driver was 
taken there by his friend ** Argus," 
not unknown in, those old times to 
Baily readers, and about ** Argus" 
there is a story which, at this lapse 
of time — seeing the actors in it 
have all been gathered to their 
fathers — may now be told. 
** Argus " had introduced a very 
well-known and popular clerk of 
the course to Mr. Dodds, who 
forthwith invited the C.C. to 
luncheon. Whether the luncheon 
was unduly prolonged, or whether 
the champagne flowed more liber- 
ally than usual, we know not, but 
certain it is that neither *• Argus " 
nor his friend went near the race- 
course, and there were gross 
libellers who declared that their 
inability to go was due to cham- 
pagne. At all events, this did not 
prevent ** Argus " from writing a 
particulariy brilliant account of 
the meeting, in his own happy 
style, for the ** Van," and it duly 
appeared in these columns, he 
being then the Van Driver. It 
is quite unnecessary for the pre- 
sent V.D. to say that he repels as 
a foul libel the imputation that 
his deceased friend was what the 
police reports term ** the worse for 
liquor." His after luncheon and 



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dinner manner was admirable ; 
then flowed wit, humour, and 
good stories from his lips without 
stint, for the wit and humour of 
** Argus" was all his own; and, in 
his particular line, he had no suc- 
cessor. Peace to him. 

We must add a little word about 
the sport at Redcar, which was 
very good, close and very game 
finishes, of which a filly of Lord 
Londonderry's, Helen Mary, was 
the heroine. She had won a race 
on the Tuesday, and was pulled 
out the next day in the Wilton 
Plate, in which she gave us a fine 
display of courage ; for, the first 
beaten, she ran in difficulties from 
the distance, but won, beating 
Sardine by a neck. She is a St. 
Serf, so the wonderful blood of 
her grandsire asserted itself 
bravely. Still, we cannot but fear 
that the north country horses, 
old and young, are very moderate, 
the young especially. Now, 
Musley Chief is far from being a 
flyer, and in the big race— the 
Breeders* Foal Stakes, for three- 
year-olds — he only got home by 
the skin of his teeth from Serfdom 
and Red Rag ; and while per- 
sonally congratulating Lord Lon- 
donderry on the gameness of 
Helen Mary he seemed doubtful 
as to the class of those behind her. 
And yet we of the old generation 
can remember when Yorkshire 
swept the board, and John Scott*s 
stable was the cynosure to which 
all eyes and thoughts turned. 
The decadence has been going on 
now for some time, and we believe 
the last great northern horse we 
saw was Chittabob, and we saw 
him do a great performance at 
this same Redcar, when he won 
the Breeders' Foal Stakes in very 
heavy rain that had soaked the long 
grass (a feature of the Redcar 
straight mile) and made it very 
holding. We forget what was 
behind him that day, but they 



finished very far oflf; and even 
the great Chittabob, we think, had 
had enough of it. We have often 
told the story, but venture to 
repeat it now, of the great con- 
course of men, women, and chil- 
dren who tramped to the meeting 
in the downpour, stood up to their 
ankles in mud and water, and, 
when they had seen Chittabob 
win, went home happy. This 
was one of the proofs how de- 
votedly Yorkshire men and 
women love a good horse. They 
could not back him, for he started 
with odds on him ; but they had 
seen him, and, though chilled to 
the bone, for the rain never 
ceased, went home, we repeat, 
happy. Another notable inci- 
dent this year was the defeat of 
Bonspiel and Chin Chin, both 
good horses in their younger 
days, in the Upleatham Welter 
by a horse called First Foot, and 
trained by good old John Osborne 
at Middleham. We congratulate 

iohnnie, and wish more power to 
im. 

St. Frasquin. — Away in 
northern latitudes the announce- 
ment of the scratching of St. 
Frusquin for the Leger came to 
us as a blow. We can only pre- 
sume that the hard ground and 
the long time St. Frusquin has 
been in training have prepared 
the way for the catastrophe, and 
we desire to express most earn- 
estly our sympathy with Mr. 
Leopold de Rothscdild. 

** The Twelfth."— The first day 
of grouse- shooting has come and 
gone, and the Duke of York, who 
was shooting with the Duke of 
Devonshire and a party, claimed 
something like 140 birds to his 
own gun, a remarkably good per- 
formance when it is remembered 
that they were driven birds. 
Rather early in the season for 
driving, some one may object. 
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ward breeding season and a dry 
spring, the birds are well grown, 
and are as wild as the proverbial 
hawk, consequently on some moors 
driving was practised on the open- 
ing day. In the minds of most of 
us, Scotland is to grouse-shooting 
what the Eastern Counties of 
England are to partridge-shooting, 
and Melton Mowbray and Market 
Harborough are to hunting — the 
head-quarters. This year, how- 
ever, luck appears to be altogether 
on the side of the English moors, 
whether situate in Northumber- 
land, Cumberland, Derbyshire, 
Yorkshire, or Lancashire. Rain 
has, during the year, fallen in 
Scotland to an extent which, more 
or less, interfered with breeding 
operations ; whereas, in England 
and in Wales, the birds have not 
suffered through wet, nor is there 
any disease to speak of. Then on 
the 1 2th the Scottish sportsmen 
shot the early grouse to the accom- 
paniment of a heavy downpour, 
whereas in England the weather 
was, on the whole, fine. On some 
of the moors, both in England and 
Scotland, the beginning of shoot- 
ing has been postponed for a 
while ; but in the great majority 
of cases, the earliest possible 
moment has been seized upon. 

Polo. — Looking back over the 
past month, we are constrained to 
admit that polo has lost nothing 
by going out of town. In quick 
succession the Irish Military, the 
Warwickshire, and Rugby tour- 
naments have followed one an- 
other. The final of the first was 
of the greatest possible interest, 
bringing about, as it did, a meet- 
ing between the loth and 13th 
Hussars. There were many peo- 
ple — the Van driver included — 
who thought that the loth were 
one of the best of the regimental 
teams, and that, as there was little 
between them and the 9th, a match 
between them would be well worth 



seeing. In the actual play at 
Hurlingham we now know how 
it was they collapsed, a result 
brought about, as I thought and 
think, by playing too many and 
too severe trial games. All these 
views have been confirmed by the 
result of the Irish Inter-Regi- 
mental Tournament, played at 
Dublin on the nine acres in the 
Phoenix Park. The loth disposed 
easily of the 12th Lancers, and 
then played the 13th on Saturday, 
August I St. The result was, of 
course, a grand game, but the loth 
were better mounted, and are 
harder hitters than the 13th, and, 
getting much the best of the game, 
won by five goals to one. I do 
not suppose that this score repre- 
sents the comparative value of the 
teams. There is, no doubt, a small 
element of luck at polo, and this 
was against the 13th ; moreover, I 
do not think they were in their 
best form. Nevertheless, I con- 
sider the loth would beat them 
four times out of six. 

All polo players will be pleased 
with the success of the Warwick- 
shire tournament at Leamington. 
It is greatly to the advantage of 
the game that first-class polo 
should be played in as many 
centres as possible. The Messrs. 
Miller are excellent organizers of 
tournaments, and any meeting 
arranged by them is sure to be a 
success. Of the first-class players, 
Lord Harrington and Mr. Walter 
Buckmaster were almost the only 
absentees from the pleasant War- 
wickshire watering-place. The 
matches played were of the greatest 
interest. 

But the match of the motith 
was that at Rugby on Monday, 
between the Rugby A team and 
the Freebooters. Up to the un- 
lucky moment when Mr. A. Raw- 
linson hurt his hand, no better 
match has been seen this season, 
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better form. At the start the 
Rugby men were the quicker to 
make a beginning, and had the 
advantage of attacking, which, as 
against this particular team of 
Freebooters, was very consider- 
able, inasmuch as both Lord 
Southampton and Mr. RawHnson 
are better in attack than defence. 
The Rugby men, playing, it must 
be confessed, with immense dash 
and brilliancy — Mr. E. D. Miller 
is never so good, I fancy, any- 
where as on his home ground — 
actually put together three goals 
before the Freebooters had scored 
at all. Then the Freebooters 
awoke, and, taking up the offen- 
sive, scored five goals right off, of 
which Lord Southampton made 
three. A wonderful hitter he is, 
and with immense power over the 
ball. Great was the excitement 
when Rugby set themselves to 
work to pull oflf the two goals the 
Freebooters were to the good. 
They had ten minutes to do it in, 
and they did it, proving themselves 
the stronger team of the two in 
the process. They had no two 
players as individually brilliant as 
Mr. Rawlinson and Lord South- 
ampton, but they were better all 
round," inasmuch as their defence 
and attack were equally good. Sir 
Humphrey de Trafford is a fine 
steady back, and the Messrs. 
Miller play the game all round. 

It was a graceful and sports- 
manlike act which induced the 
Rugby A, when Mr. Rawlinson 
was disabled, to accept Captain 
Renton in his place as a substi- 
tute, and how well that player 
officiated is shown by the fact that 
it took a long time for Rugby to 
make the winning goal. When 
two sides are equal, and tried men 
and ponies are playing, there is a 
certain amount of chance about 
the winning goal, but in this case 
I think we all felt that the better 
team of the day had won. 



But all this brilliant polo must 
not overshadow the great interest 
and importance of the new measur- 
ing rules adopted by the Huf ling- 
ham Club. Of the necessity of 
these rules I have long been con- 
vinced, and it is with the greatest 
satisfaction I note that the Hur- 
lingham Committee have adopted 
the Indian rules, which come to 
us with all the practical advantage 
of having been some years in use 
in that country, and thus of hav- 
ing had their efficiency tested by 
time. The appointment of an 
official measurer and registrar is 
another step in the right direction. 
So, too, is the invitation to local 
clubs to send representatives to 
the Hurlingham Polo Committee. 

The subalterns of the loth 
Hussars, following the example 
of their seniors, beat the 13th 
Hussars in the final of the subal- 
tern's tournament by five goals to 
three. Had the 13th played all 
through as well as they did in the 
last ten minutes, they might have 
won, for two goals were added 
after some fine runs by Mr. Wise, 
almost at the very close of the 
game. It was a very good game 
all through, and subalterns' tour- 
naments may now be considered 
an established institution. 

Hunting Hems. — The horses 
belonging to the late Mr. V. P. 
Calmady were recently sold at 
the Horse Bazaar, Exeter, when 
a good many people were present. 
The prices were nothing out of 
the common, though at the same 
time they were not exactly poor. 
Peter, a chesnut hunter, by 
Chevron d'Or, brought 50 gs. ; 
Indian Queen, by Progress, 
brought 16 gs. more ; while King- 
at-Arms, a wonderfully good-look- 
ing chesnut, by Chevron d'Or, 
brought 120 gs. Nearly all the 
horses oflfered for sale were bred 
by Mr. Calmady, who will be very 
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Among the presentations to 
Masters of Hounds must now 
be included that to Mr. S. H 
Dubourg, the new Master of the 
South Berks Hounds. He has 
been married to Miss Drake, of 
Grazeley, and so the members of 
the Hunt and the farmers em- 
braced the opportunity which pre- 
sented itself of marking their 
appreciation of what Mr. Dubourg 
has done for hunting. The farmers* 
offering was a very handsome 
candelabra, which was very much 
admired; while the Hunt con- 
tributed a silver tea service and 
tray, giving to Miss Drake a 
watch -bracelet, with watch to 
match. Since Mr. Dubourg has 
had the hounds he has thrown 
all his well-known energy into 
providing sport for his followers, 
and has been mindful of the in- 
terests of the farmers. Prior to 
taking the foxhounds, he had con- 
siderable experience of Master- 
ship with the Ripley and Knaphill 
Harriers, with which, towards the 
end of the season, he was given 
to hunt the roe deer — a pretty 
sport that was very popular with 
his followers. 

The Devon and Somerset Stag- 
hounds. — Visitors have thronged 
to the West in as great numbers 
as ever this summer, but as yet it 
cannot be said that they have en- 
joyed anything very great in the 
way of sport. The long-continued 
drought has rendered scent almost 
«i7, and only under very favour- 
able circumstances could anything 
in the shape of a run take place. 
The Somersetshire streams, which 
have a reputation of being inex- 
haustible, are almost dried up ; 
indeed, some of them are quite 
dried up, and the moor is dry and 
parched. The valleys and the 
woods are still worse, and unless 
hounds are really quite close to 
the stag they can do nothing at 
all when not on the moor. Yet, 



notwithstanding the lack of sport, 
which is likely to continue until 
rain comes to moisten the ground, 
fields rule large and enthusiastic. 
The best gallop they have had 
since the season opened on the 
5th, was on Wednesday the 12th, 
when they met at Hawkcombe 
Head. There had been a few 
showers on the previous night, 
just sufficient to lay the dust, and 
consequently some sport was hoped 
for and enjoyed. Luck did not 
run in favour of hounds from the 
first. Three stags which had been 
harboured in Mr. Snow's deer 
park had moved off, but they were 
seen close by Larkbarrow, and, 
kennelling the hounds at Lark- 
barrow Farm, Anthony went on 
with the tufters towards Kittucks. 
Some very pretty tufting took 
place over the moor, and then two 
stags and a male deer jumped up 
in front of everyone. Three deer, 
hard pressed, were viewed across 
the road at Culbone Stables, and 
a fourth came back down Lilly- 
combe. Him, the master decided 
to hunt, but, unfortunately, when 
the pack was brought scent 
seemed to have failed all at once, 
as it not unfrequently does in hot, 
dry weather. So there was nothing 
for it but to begin tufting again. 
They soon had a three-year-old 
roused, and at 5.15 the run began. 
Hounds ran smartly for an hour 
and a quarter, at times going very 
fast, and then they were stopped, 
as they were heading for a covert 
in which there were known to be 
several hinds. 

On the 15th, hounds met at Ex- 
ford and had a long and somewhat 
disappointing day. A stag was 
harboured in a covert at Dunkerry, 
but Anthony's efforts failed to 
rouse him, and he went on to try 
Cutcombe Covert. Here the tufters 
got on the line of a stag, and 
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that the stag had gone away from 
Dunkerry. Though no time was 
lost in getting the pack, the stag 
had fully forty minutes start before 
they were laid on, and this 
naturally handicapped them con- 
siderably. They hunted beauti- 
fully across the moor, though 
naturally the pace was not fast, 
pointing for Horner Hill, and then, 
turning short back, they hunted 
slowly by Cloutsham and on to 
Culbone Wood, where they gave 
it up. The hounds are in ad- 
mirable condition, and when rain 
comes will doubtless give some of 
those long runs for which the pack 
has long been famous. 

Pappy Shows. — Any number 
of puppy shows have been held . 
recently, and it is very satisfac- 
tory to notice that in almost every 
instance the standard has risen, 
while kennels which, once upon a 
time, were dependent chiefly upon 
drafts have done a good deal of 
breeding at home. This is exactly 
as it should be, for the master 
who breeds his own hounds, 
watches them grow from week to 
week, and sees how they turn out 
in the field, has certainly an in- 
centive to keep the country which 
will be altogether lacking in the 
case of the master who buys 
his hounds ready made, so to 
speak. The Vine Hunt Puppy 
Show recently held was remark- 
able for the fact that John Dale, 
who hunted the Vine early in the 
forties, was one of the judges. 
The huntsman is Will Haynes, 
from the North Herefordshire, 
who, before that, was first whip 
and kennel huntsman to Mr. 
Gordon Canning, when that gen- 
tleman kept the Ledbury Hounds. 
One of the whips is Press Comins, 
who is the son of the huntsman of 
the Royal Buckhounds, and great 
grandson of old John Press, who 
hunted the Vine as long ago as 
1 84 1. On the occasion of the 

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Puppy Show, Mr. Pember made 
a presentation to Tom Attrill, 
who, in a somewhat difficult 
country, has succeeded in showing 
excellent sport. The presenta- 
tion consisted of a silver cup and 
a well-filled purse of money. 

The Rubbep Hatch.— England 
Y. Australia. — Possibly in the 
whole history of international 
cricket matches there has been no 
one game played upon which 
public interest has been focussed 
as the match played at Kenning- 
ton Oval upon August loth, nth, 
and 1 2th. 

The team taken by Mr. Stod- 
dart to the Colonies in 1894-5 had 
played a series of five matches 
against combined Australia, and it 
was only by a very narrow ma- 
jority of runs that victory rested 
with the team from the old coun- 
try in the fifth match after each 
side had twice been successful. 

Events in the antipodes, how- 
ever, had in no way disconcerted 
the majority of our cricketing 
public at home, and when the 
present Australian team reached 
our shores we imagine that there 
were few, indeed, except Mr. 
Stoddart and his companions, who 
regarded the cricketers led by Mr. 
Trott, as likely to cause any 
serious anxiety to an eleven repre- 
sentative of the full strength of 
England. Indeed, we doubt if any 
Australian team has ever come 
over in a more modest or un- 
obtrusive manner. There was no 
Spoflforth or Turner to strike terror 
into the hearts of batsmen. Black- 
ham, the prince of wicket-keepers, 
was incapacitated, and there was 
no batsmen of the Lyons or 
Macdonald type to make the 
team dangerous upon treacherous 
wickets, and one has only to 
reflect upon the service which in 
past years has been done to past 
Australian elevens by Massie, 
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to appreciate what that means. 
That the senior members of the 
team were good players they had 
themselves demonstrated to us in 
1890 and 1893, and the ** new 
chums" had mostly done good 
enough things against Mr. Stod- 
dart's XI. in the Antipodes, but 
we fancy that as a team our 
visitors were not regarded as any- 
thing very wonderful; and after 
England had won the first so- 
called test match at Lord's with- 
out calling upon the services of 
Ranjitsinhji, it looked as though 
Trott's team, although invincible 
in matches with the counties, 
could hardly hope to lower the 
colours of a picked eleven of 
England. 

Manchester was the scene of the 
second international encounter, 
the England eleven being selected 
by the local committee, and here, 
upon a good true wicket, the 
Australians had no difficulty in 
winning the match, and demon- 
strated that upon a good wicket 
they were able to bat for a 
sufficient length of time to avert 
defeat in the limit of three days* 
play. 

With the score *' one all," the 
final match arranged to take place 
at Kennington Oval became en- 
dowed with extreme importance ; 
the demand for seats in the 
ground and in the buildings out- 
side the ground was very great, 
and the match was regarded with 
perhaps more interest than any 
fixture previously played at the 
Oval. 

Sensational as the match was 
destined to be, it was heralded by 
a sensation such as has not 
stirred the cricket world for many 
a long day, and great, indeed, was 
the consternation amongst pa- 
triotic cricketers when news was 
published that five of the most 
talented professional cricketers, 
selected to represent England in 



this match, had stood out for 
higher terms of remuneration, and 
had on this account been left out 
of the match by the Surrey 
Executive. 

Here was a nice state of affairs. 
We had had a sound drubbing at 
Manchester, there was no slight 
chance of a repetition of this 
at Kennington, and for the sake 
of a ten pound note our representa- 
tive team had to be reconstructed, 
and some of our best professionals 
were to be left out of it. Without 
here discussing the merits and 
demerits of this affair between 
the professionals and the Surrey 
Club, we may dismiss the matter 
with an expression of the deepest 
regret that, at a time when the 
eyes of the world were focussed 
upon English cricket, and at the 
hour when the heartiest co-opera- 
tion was requisite to successfully 
engage the colonial team, EngUsh 
cricketers should have been caught 
discussing and haggling over the 
pounds, shillings, and pence of a 
cricket match with its most sordid 
surroundings. 

However, "the play's the thing," 
and with Abel, Hayward, and 
Richardson repentant and in the 
hands of the Surrey Committee, 
there were upon the ground upon 
that Monday morning about 15 
men assembled to do battle for 
England, and it was no light task 
for the Selection Committee to 
weed out some of the fairest 
flowers of English cricket ; a 
fine team was ultimately selected, 
although the absence of Mr. 
Stoddart, who was suffering from 
a chill, and not able to do himself 
justice, was a sad disappointment. 

Torrents of rain on the previous 
day had made the wicket very soft, 
and no sooner had Dr. Grace won 
the toss, shortly after 12 o'clock, 
than heavy rain again descended, 
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Then ensued that most dreary 
time which has occasionally to be 
endured upon a cricket field ; 
intermittent heavy showers kept 
the ground so wet that play was 
impossible, and yet an occasional 
lifting of the clouds fostered that 
hope which springs eternal in the 
holiday-maker's breast, and in- 
duced those persons who had, by 
early rising, secured favourable 
seats, to retain their places in 
case play might presently be 
practicable. 

It is only natural that specta- 
tors who have travelled far and 
waited long to witness cricket 
should be desirous of seeing some 
play, but yet it was rather un- 
reasonable that,because rain made 
a commencement impossible until 
five o'clock, the poor umpires, 
when in the discharge of their 
duty they inspected the sodden 
wicket, and were unable to pro- 
nounce play practicable, should 
be hooted and booed, not only by 
the crowd round the ground, but 
even by some of the occupants of 
the covered stands. 

We are inclined to think that 
when play was commenced, after 
five o'clock, the ground was still 
quite unfit for play, and we much 
doubt if the game should have 
been started at all that day, except 
to gratify the immense crowd who 
were demanding some play as 
their right; the ground was clearly 
too soft for even the batsmen to 
be able to get a fair foothold, 
whilst the bowlers and field were 
handicapped to a far greater ex- 
tent, and we must express a word 
of sympathy for Trott in losing 
this toss, which was of far more 
vital importance than the two 
previous ones in which he was 
successful against Dr. Grace at 
Lord's and Old Trafford. The 69 
runs scored by England upon that 
evening, is a sum significantly ap- 
proximate to the 66 runs by which 



England secured the victory, and 
it may well be that if the Aus- 
traHans had batted that night, 
before the wicket got really diffi- 
cult,, that the result of the match 
would have been in their favour. 
Personally, we feel that the 
match, as a test match between 
England and Australia, was spoiled 
from the moment that considera- 
tions other than strictly cricket 
ones led to a commencement of 
t play before the ground was in a 
condition for fair play. 

So well did Grace and Jackson 
play upon the sodden pitch, that it 
is improbable that a wicket would 
have fallen that night, had not 
Grace slipped in the mud as he 
played a ball from Giflfen, which 
went gently oflf the bat into the 
hands of point, and so, with 69 
runs scored for the loss of but one 
wicket, England started on Tues 
day morning with a nice advan- 
tage. It was evident on Tuesday, 
from the first, that run-getting 
would be extremely difficult, as 
the wet wicket passed through 
various stages of drying under the 
hot sun, and Trumble, bowling 
with three fieldsmen clustering 
round the batsman on the leg-side, 
soon began to do his deadly 
work. 

Jackson was almost immediately 
caught from a ball that got up 
straight from the pitch, and his 
score of 45 was the highest made 
for England in either innings, 
whilst before another run had been 
scored, Ranjitsinhji was bowled 
by a breaking ball from Giffen, 
which struck both his pads and 
his bat before going into the 
wicket. A stand by Maclaren and 
Abel, which put on 36 runs, led to 
Trumble changing over to the 
Pavilion end, and this speedily 
brought the innings to an end, 
Trumble taking six wickets for 59 
runs, McKibben two for 21, and 
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time on Monday evening,one for 64 
runs ; so on the Tuesday morning 
nine English wickets had fallen for 
an addition of 74 runs. 

With thirty minutes to play 
before luncheon, Iredale and 
Darling started the batting for 
Australia, with the evident in- 
tention of forcing the game, and 
so successful were their eflforts 
that at two o'clock there were 
43 runs scored for no wickets; 
it appeared to us that the English 
bowlers were altogether unable 
to find their length at this period 
of the proceedings, and it was 
with some feeling of apprehension 
that we took luncheon that day. 

On the resumption of play the 
hitting went merrily on, and it 
looked quite on the cards that 
the two batsmen would put up 
the century for the first wicket, 
when, with the score at 75, 
Iredale in an unwise attempt to 
run a fifth run for a snick by 
Darling was run out by several 
yards — as deplorable an error of 
judgment as could be imagined 
at such a time. Iredale had 
been batting for 50 minutes, and 
his score of 30 was most valuable. 
As so often happens after a good 
stand, the other partner soon 
left. Darling being easily caught 
at third man for a most resolute 
innings, which realized 47 runs. 

With the departure of the left- 
handed batsman, the English 
bowlers pulled themselves to- 
gether, and so well did Peel and 
Hearne bowl that, despite this 
splendid start, all the Australians 
were out before 5 o'clock for a 
total of 119. GifFen, who was in 
for 30 minutes, saw no less than four 
wickets fall, and did not succeed 
in cracking his duck's egg^ whilst 
Trott, although missed off a very 
easy return to Hearne, could make 
but 5, and Gregory and Hill but 2 
between them, although poor Hill 
was run out in the cruellest fashion 



after he had played but one ball. 
Hearne with six wickets for 41 
runs and Peel with two for 30 did 
the mischief, as they were destined 
to do in the second innings. The 
left-hander was making the ball 
do almost too much on the sticky 
wicket, or it is probable that he 
would have met with greater suc- 
cess : whilst the two worst overs 
of the match were bowled by 
Hayward during the day, and 
the 10 balls realised no less 
than 17 runs to Iredale and 
Darling. 

England could claim a lead of 
26 runs, and, with the wicket more 
difficult than ever, it was evident 
that some sensational cricket would 
be seen. With only 11 runs 
scored, both Grace and Jackson 
were bowled by Trumble. Abel 
again came to the rescue with a 
score of 21, but at the close of 
play the home side had lost five 
wickets for only 60 rims, and un- 
easy indeed were supporters of 
the old country that Tuesday 
night. 

Nor indeed were our doubts and 
fears at all aHayed upon the re- 
sumption of play on Wednesday 
morning, for the pitch was found 
to be still of no use to batsmen, 
and Trumble, bowling with the 
greatest precision, with the sup- 
port of McKibben, dismissed the 
remaining five batsmen for an ad- 
dition of but 24 runs, and so 
England were all out for 84 runs, 
and Australia had only to get in 
runs to win the rubber. 

Difficult though the ground un- 
doubtedly was, we could not 
avoid an uneasy feeling that, un- 
less Peel and Hearne were *' on 
the spot," we might easily lose the 
game, and the recollection of the 
good start made by Darling and 
Iredale upon the previous day 
exercised a disturbing influence 
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of Jack Hearne, who in 25 
minutes bowled five overs and dis- 
missed three of the best bats 
without a run being scored oflf 
him. Then came PeePs turn, 
and Brockweil, fielding substitute 
for Ranjitsinhji, brought off a mag- 
nificent catch from the left- 
hander*s bowling, which dismissed 
the Australian captain. 

Now we could breathe more 
freely with four wickets down for 
but 7 runs, and by the time Peel 
had dismissed Hill and Donnan 
the telegraph showed but 14 runs 
for six wickets, and Australia's 
chance was gone. 

When McKibben came in last 
the score was only 25, but by dint 
of lusty hitting he compiled 16, 
the only double figure in the in- 
nings, which closed for only 44 
runs, and left England victorious 
by 66. 

That the stronger side won is 
we think undeniable, but had 
our visitors had the advantage 
of winning the toss, it may well 
be that for the first time in the 
history of International cricket 
Australia might have won the 
rubber. 

Rowing. — The regatta season 
of 1896 has, so far, been blessed 
with those three attributes of 
success — fair weather, much 
people, and unfeigned interest 
generally. After Henley, the 
popular function at Walton was 
the first event of importance, and 
distinctly the best which has been 
held since its revival a year or two 
ago. There was not too much 
racing, but just racing enough to 
make it interesting without unduly 
crowding the programme. H. T. 
Blackstaffe (Vesta R.C.) won the 
Senior, and F. W. Duckett (Lon- 
don R.C.) the Junior Sculls, and 
the last-named should be heard of 
again. The Staines R.C. crew 
won the Walton Fours pretty 
comfortably in 4 min. 43 sec, and 



Cooper's Hill the Walton Eights, 
after a terrific finish, in the smart 
time of 4 min. 5 sec. Another 
grand race was to the fore in the 
Senior Fours, the Thames R.C. 
** Stewards *' combination just 
beating the Kingston R.C. men by 
half a length. Messrs. W. J. 
Thompson and H. W. Stout 
pulled off the Senior Pairs after 
various ** ructions " en route, and 
the Thames R.C. Eight finished 
up a rare day's sport by victory 
in the Senior Eights in great 
fashion. Seldom has finer racing 
or a bigger attendance been seen 
at the Kingston Regatta, whilst 
the arrangements were perfect. 
The local club was very much 
in evidence, not only carrying 
off the Senior Pairs and Junior 
Fours, but making the Thames 
crews ** buck up '* consider- 
ably in the Senior Fovurs and 
Eights. Events were pretty 
equitably divided, as the London 
R.C. won both Junior-Senior 
Eights and Junior Sculls ; whilst 
a new club, the North London, 
made a promising debut by pulling 
off the Junior Eights in extra- 
smart style. The " Diamonds '* 
winner, the Hon. Rupert Guinness, 
has, at last, attained his " heart's 
desire" by carrying off theAmatevu: 
Championship of England. Since 
the inauguration of the race, in 
1830, it can safely be said that 
there has never been a finer tussle 
for the silver sculls presented by 
Mr. H. C. Wingfield. Originally 
the course was from Westminster 
to Putney, but in 1849 it was 
altered from Putney to Kew, and 
again,in i867,to the present recog- 
nised championship course from 
Puttiey to Mortlake. None but 
gentleman-amateurs of the United 
Kingdom and Ireland are allowed 
to compete be it said. Guinness 
was the only challenger, and as it 
was known by most of us that, 
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henceforth retire from the war- 
path, hearty wishes for his success 
were freely expressed. 'Twas not 
to be, however, as, after leading to 
Hammersmith Bridge and the 
Doves, Guinness went by at the 
Old Mills and lead by a length at 
Chiswick Eyot. Then followed 
a battle royal, as the Irishman 
could not get away to any extent, 
try as he would, the magnificent 
stem chase of Nickalls being the 
admiration of all. Guinness even- 
tually won by I J lengths in 24 min. 
10 sec, both exponents having 
rowed the best race of their lives, 
by common consent. All "wet- 
bobs " will regret to hear that the 
brothers Guy and Vivian Nickalls 
have now finally retired from 
active racing, after a career, in 
either case, of which any English- 
man may well be proud. ** Like 
father, like son *' is a truism as far 
as the Nickalls family goes, for 
we are proud indeed of sire and 
sons alike — sportsmen to the 
backbone! A crowd foregathered 
at Molesey Regatta almost of 
Henley dimensions, and, next to 
the Royal function, the meeting 
was generally voted the success of 
the season. A feature of the 
carnival was the bad luck of the 
local crews, as, although the now 
famous black and white colours 
were to the fore in the Junior 
Fours and Eights, they were worn 
by the School of Mines Crews, 
who made a first appearance at 
any regatta. These wins, coupled 
with the above-mentioned North 
London success, says much for 
the prospects of the younger 
clubs. Cooper's Hill added to 
their season's successes by victory 
in the Thames Eights, and the 
Thames R.C. did ditto by carrying 
oflf the two chief events. Senior 
Fours and Eights. The Amateur 
Champion and E. Chinnery 
(Leander R.C.) won the Garrick 
Pairs, and the Hon. E. A. 



Guinness the Senior Sculls any- 
how. By the way. Bill East tells 
us that the latter exponent looks 
like emulating his brother in 
sculling renown, whilst several 
younger brothers of the same ilk 
are coming on rapidly. Lord 
Iveagh is a keen sportsman also, 
and the prowess of his sons must 
be most gratifying. Altogether, 
the Metropolitan Regatta was 
somewhat duller than usual, the 
entries not nearly so numerous, 
and we emphasise the regret that 
up-river and Metropolitan Clubs 
(in particular) do not support this 
old-established meeting better. 
Rupert Guinness very easily won 
the Senior Sculls, and J. Beresford 
(Kensington R.C.) the Junior 
ditto, the last-named showing 
great pace. The Vesta R.C. led 
from the first stroke in the Senior 
Fours, and won as they pleased, 
as did also the Thames R.C. quar- 
tette in the Coxswainless Fours, 
rowed on the ebb. A fine race 
'twixt the London and Thames 
crews in the JuniorEights resulted 
in favour of the first-named by a 
short length, in 8 min. 50 sec, 
albeit the winners fouled the 
T.R.C. crew badly at the start. 
Since Henley, the Thames R.C. 
crews have been going great 
guns, hence the easy manner in 
which their crew polished off the 
London men in the Senior Eights 
was not much of a surprise. The 
brothers Guinness rowed for 
Thames, but the loss of the 
brothers Nickalls in the London 
combination was severely felt, as 
it will be throughout the season. 
Space forbids detailed mention of 
the Windsor and Eton, Reading, 
and other most successful meet- 
ings held since our last in the 
present issue of Baily ; we may 
briefly refer to them next month. 
Enough now to say that our 
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down the line. The Amateur 
Single Punting Championship at 
Shepperton was again won by 
Mr. ** Beau " Rixon from Mr. A. 
H. M. Kilby, who, at a critical 
point of the tussle, found a 
** stone," which effectually put him 
out of court. Compensation was 
afforded in the Championship 
Doubles, however, as Messrs. 
Kilby and Russell secured this by 
a length from the brothers Rixon, 
the last-named pair steering most 
erratically. What have been aptly 
designated " frivolous regattas " 
seem to increase in popularity 
every year, for even the absence 
of best-boat racing has its rosy 
side. In such a case, the fair sex 
have full opportunity for a display 
of their powers in skiflf, dongola, 
punt, and canoe, and, judging from 
recent events they are not back- 
ward in coming forward. Profes- 
sional rowing is decidedly looking 
up, for,above and beyond inmmier- 
able minor contests shortly to be 
decided, another great tussle for 
the Championship of the World 
will have been brought to an issue 
ere our next, between St anbury, of 
Australia, and his twice conqueror, 
Gaudaur, of America. *Twill be 
a veritable battle of giants, for 
each man stands well over 6ft., 
besides being endowed with any 
amount of ** glorious muscle " as 
Ouida puts it. 

Golf.— The competition for the 
Calcutta Cup is one of the few 
arrangements made by the Royal 
and Ancient Club in which ** the 
average golfer," as distinguished 
from the scratch player, stands any 
chance of coming out at the top of 
the list, and therefore is invested 
with special interest for the golfing 
community generally. It takes 
the form of a tournament, but in- 
stead of the players recognised as 
requiring aid from the handicapper 
getting it in the more ordinary 
shape of strokes, they get it in 



holes. The result is that if a 
scratch man is drawn against a 
man with an allowance of three 
holes he begins the match three 
down, and he knows exactly what 
he must do to win. The club 
evidently does not put the very 
highest value on this kind of golf, 
for on the occasion of the com- 
petition last month it turned it on 
to the new course, which, as 
everybody knows, is greatly in- 
ferior to the medal round. The 
transference appears to have 
caused a great deal of heart- 
burning — "the average golfer" 
being as sensitive to a good green 
as the scratch player — and to have 
reduced very considerably the 
number of entrants. Since it was 
started there has been a good 
deal of play over the new round, 
but it remains soft and heavy to 
play over, and, owing to the small 
mounds with which it has been 
liberally endowed by nature, the 
lies are very uncertain. We mean 
by this that, if you get on the 
upward slope, yon may take 
driver or brassie and have a full 
shot, while if, on the other hand, 
the ball chances to lie on the 
further side of the mound you 
have to content yourself with a 
comparatively short stroke with 
cleek or iron. This, of course, is 
a serious matter when, as at St. 
Andrew's, there is a great amount 
of ground to cover. The play for 
the Cup was not remarkable for 
excitement. In the first round 
several players, notably Mr. J. O. 
Fair lie and Mr. J. H. Outhwaite, 
failed to put in an appearance, 
giving those they were drawn 
against a free entry to the second 
round, and there were not more 
than two or three close finishes. 
One of these was in the case of 
the match between Mr. Wharton 
Tod, who played from scratch, and 
Mr. W. F. Blackwell, whose 
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game was a neck-and-neck affair, 
and was not concluded until they 
reached the last hole. In the 
second round Mr. Leslie Balfour- 
Melville, the ex-amateur cham- 
pion, went down before a com- 
parative beginner, Mr. S. H. 
Gollan, whose strong point, I be- 
lieve, is his driving. This gentle- 
man not only defeated Mr. Leslie 
Balfour- Melville, but made his 
way to the final round, where he 
met Mr. Harold Wilson, the 
winner of the Cup, and gave a 
very good account of himself. 

The match between Mr. Wilson 
and Mr. Gollan raised an excellent 
point for discussion, and one about 
which we are certain to hear a 
great deal. When the former was 
addressing his second shot at the 
seventh hole, the ball, lying on 
a slope, moved, and Mr. Wilson, 
unable or unwilling to stop, played 
the moving ball. The critical 
crowd saw at once there was 
something here for mature de- 
liberation, and the players them- 
selves could not determine whether 
the movement of the ball involved 
the penalty of a stroke. The 
point accordingly was made the 
subject of a reference, with the 
result that it was decided in Mr. 
Wilson's favour — that is to say, 
no penalty was imposed. This 
decision, if accepted by golfers 
generally and imported into the 
game, cannot fail to lead to a 
great deal of wrangling, for in 
every case where a ball moves 
while the player is addressing it 
the question will arise whether or 
not the movement was due to 
anything done by the player in 
his address. On the other hand 
it will get rid of the absurd state 
of things under which a man 
suffers penalty if the ball moves 
at the second or subsequent 
strokes, but goes scot free if it 
moves while he is addressing it 
for the first stroke at the tee. 



The scores at the meeting of 
the North Berwick New Club 
show how difficult that course 
now is for even the best players. 
The gold medal was won by 
Major Kinloch with 89—47 out 
and 42 home, while Mr. John E. 
Laidlay, playing, it is true, not a 
particularly brilliant game, took 
95 for the round, and men like 
Mr. Wharton Tod and Mr. John 
McCulloch took still more. The 
new course is one of the longest 
and most trying in the country, 
and it would not be a bad thing 
to give it a turn of the Open 
Championship when the grass at 
the west end gets into better 
order. Major Kinloch proved the 
consistency of his form by going 
on the next day to Luffness and 
winning the Hope Challenge 
Medal, open to members of East 
Lothian clubs, with the splendid 
score of 76. 

The results of the American 
championships, amateur and open, 
should be quite satisfactory to 
golfers in this country, for both 
events have been won by men 
who only recently left these shores. 
Mr. H. J. Whigham, the amateur 
champion, is a well-known Prest- 
wick player, and James Foulis is 
a young St. Andrew's lad. In 
the amateur championship the 
plan was adopted of playing 36 
holes in medal play to decide the 
sixteen who should take part in a 
match tournament to settle the 
business. Mr. Whigham came 
out first with a score of 163 for 
the 36 holes, or 5 strokes better 
than the next man, while in the 
match tournament he passed from 
round to round in splendid style, 
and won the final by 8 up and 6 
to play. It says something for 
American golf that Mr. Whigham's 
opponent in the final is a gentle- 
man who only took to the game 
two years ago. In connection 
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is this also to be noted, that two 
of the competitors are men of 
colour — in other words, negro 
caddies — and that one of them, a 
lad of sixteen, called John Shippen, 
returned the seventh best score, 
and obtained a place in the prize 
list superior to that of such pro- 
fessionals as Willie Campbell, 
Willie Dunn, and the Patricks. 
Both these competitions took 
place on Shinnecock Hills, on 
Long Island, where there is a 
fairly good, if somewhat short, 
course. 

Coaching. — For the majority of 
coaches this has been a somewhat 
poor season. The New Times 
has done very well under Mr. 
Shoolbred*s able management, 
and the Rocket has carried a few 
good loads; so also have the 
Dorking Perseverance and the 
Old Times, but between each 
good load there have been more 
light ones than usual. The 
Brighton has filled very well, but 
its down journeys have not been 
so well patronised as in former 
years, while, of course, the up 
journeys are never marked by the 
presence of a very great number 
of passengers. A couple of sales 
have taken place, thereby de- 
noting that the end of the season 
is approaching. Mr. Shoolbred's 
stud brought an average of 79 gs., 
while the horses of the Present 
Times, running to Shepperton, 
averaged over 80 gs. It is possible 
that there will be fewer winter 
coaches than usual this year. 

Yachting.— Though the end of 
the season of marine sport is not 
yet, the matchless Meteor can show 
at least a score and a half of win- 
ning flags, and before the close of 
the year's racing programme the 
Kaisers' crack cutter might well 
be expected to hoist at least a 
couple of score of prize pennants. 
Whilst it is true that at the recent 
Cowes regattas ill-luck attended 



this yacht, yet the fact should be 
considered that the prevailing 
breeze, almost throughout, was 
what is known as **a soldier's 
wind" — one that blows from 
behind, and which not only gives 
a distinct advantage to the vessel 
getting the best of the start, but 
that leaves little, if anything, to 
give an opportunity for a display 
of smart seamanship and general 
knowledge. 

Of the other conspicuous suc- 
cesses, in connection with the 
season's sailings, might well be 
noted the almost phenomenal form 
shown by the Kismet, Mr. Linton 
Hope's fleet little eighteen footer. 
Last season the well-known 
Thames designer set himself the 
by no means easy task of eclips- 
ing the efforts of the Itchen and 
Medina yacht builders, and, though 
his ** dagger-plate " boat last 
season just failed to reach the 
results that Mr. Hope anticipated, 
the unconquered Kismet is in itself 
a fact that the Limehouse-built 
crafts are likely to often find first 
honours at the finishing- point. 

The comparatively poor display 
made by the Sibbick-built Sam- 
phire in home waters compared 
with her run of success in the 
regattas at the Riviera has con- 
firmed the opinion that the sailings 
in the sunny south furnish no line 
of form as to the after events on 
our more breezy tidal ways, a 
reason, probably, why several of 
the French-built boats that found 
fame in the early season's events 
upon the calm surface of the Gulf 
of Genoa were not seen at Cowes 
competing against the cracks of 
the Solent and Southampton's 
wide waterway. 

Though of late there has been 
almost a close time in the building 
yards, there is reason to believe 
that during the coming winter and 
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the several classes into which 
racing crafts are now divided. 
On the Clyde a couple of big 
cutters will probably be laid down, 
as there is reason to believe that 
Watson has orders for the design 
of two cracks to dispute with 
Meteor the ruling of the waves. 
On the Itchen, Mr. C. S. Rose 
will have added to his little 
pleasure fleet a new craft that 
will, in all likelihood, be a com- 
petitor in the waters oflf Sandy 
Hook for the famed America's 
cup. 

Though the recent Cowes' week 
was marked by somewhat of a 
decline of interest, the regatta at 
Ryde, in connection with the 
Royal Victoria Club, certainly 
gave promise of a revival of the 
sport. 

The recent regatta of the Royal 
Southampton Club formed one of 
the best day's sailings in the south 
during the season, and it marked 
the end of the interesting pro- 
grammes of sport in connection 
with one of the most enterprising 
of our yachting clubs. Though 
confined principally to craft of 
small rating, each of the club's 
series of fortnightly sailings has 
been distinguished by some most 
interesting contests. 

The Fatal Accident in the 
Solent. — Though the sorrow in 
sailing circles generally has been 
great at the death of Baron Moritz 
von Zedtwitz, whilst pursuing his 
favourite pastime, it was particu- 
larly accentuated throughout the 
South from the fact that, in the 
Solent and the Southampton 
Water, the owner of the Isolde 
was a most frequent conipetitor, 
being invariably seen on board his 
yacht when racing, whilst both 
at Cowes and Southampton the 
remarkably fine and handsome 
figure of the late Baron formed a 
most conspicuous and familiar 
feature. Some surprise has been 



expressed that so much damage 
was caused to the Isolde by the 
mainsail of the Meteor, but whilst 
the Baron's boat is only a twenty 
rater (or half the measurement of 
Mr. P. Donaldson's craft of 
the same name), the German 
Emperor's ship that so disas- 
trously bore down upon her is the 
largest racing yacht afloat, her 
hollow steel boom, over one 
hundred and ten feet in length, 
being the longest and largest ever 
carried by any vessel. It is note- 
worthy that until the concluding 
day of the big event sailings in 
the Solent for the present year not 
a life has been lost in this year's 
yacht racing in southern waters, 
though the design of late has 
developed into a greater shallow- 
ing in draught, giving a more 
frail appearance to the hull. The 
Isolde, a sister ship to Mr. 
Howard Gould's Niagara, opened 
her season's sailings, at Kiel, 
under most successful and 
auspicious circumstances, and she 
afterwards took part in the several 
other German regattas sailed 
about that time. Her first mateh 
in English waters this year was 
in connection with the Royal 
Southampton Club, and only 
three weeks before the time 
of the accident which befel 
her at the Royal Albert Regatta, 
and that so removed from the 
yachting world a true-hearted 
sportsman, in the meridian of his 
life, to the unfeigned regret of our 
nation in general, and, in par- 
ticular, of all admirers of the most 
pleasant of pastimes. To the 
German Emperor the distressing 
event must have been most keen, 
f?om the fact that it was his 
beautiful boat, the Meteor, that 
had robbed the Teutonic race of 
an enlightened and most popular 
young nobleman. 

A Warning to Shooting Ten- 
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Court the other day which in- 
tending tenants of Scottish shoot- 
ings would do well to note. A 
gentleman took an estate which 
was said to afford both shooting 
and fishing. The shooting was 
well enough, but the tenant could 
catch no fish, so he brought an 
action against the landlord, charg- 
ing him with having misrepre- 
sented the true state of things. The 
secret was soon out. The river 
was a late one. The tenant im- 
agined that he could shoot on one 
day and fish the next ; in fact, he 
understood that the two sports 
could be carried on contempo- 
raneously, whereas no fishing 
could be had until a long time 
after the shooting. Those, there- 
fore, who want two strings to 
their bow would do well to ascer- 
tain beforehand in what month 
fishing is practicable. 

The late Sir John HiUais.— 
By the death of the distinguished 
President of the Royal Academy, 
who has not lived to long enjoy 
his honour, the world has lost not 
only a great artist but a good 
sportsman. His particular fancy 
was salmon-fishing, and for some 
years Ije rented the Murthly 
fishing on the Tay. Sir John 
loved to take his fishing, like all 
else, quietly. He strove not to 
excel all others, either in the 
number or weight of fish captured, 
though he did in one year, as the 
Daily News informs us, land the 
biggest fish of the season. He 
liked angling for its own sake, and 
what other people did was no 
concern of his ; he fished for his 
own amusement, and was a very 
keen, skilful, and patient angler. 
Those who knew in what condition 
he was in will regard death as a 
merciful release from infinite 
suffering. 

Otter Hunting. — The season 
for this sport, wnich is growing 
in popularity, is drawing towards 



its close. Not for a long time 
have otter hunters had such a 
merry time. The warm spring 
enabled an early start to be made, 
and, as far as temperature goes, 
the season has been unbroken. 
In some places the continued 
drought has made the water very 
low, but almost every pack has 
enjoyed good sport. Everything, 
however, must have an end, and 
otter hunting must soon give way 
to cub-hunting. 

The Welbeok Tenants' Show. 
— Those who delight in setting 
class against class, and especially 
in telling tenant-farmers how little 
their landlords really care about 
them and their interests, should 
have been at the Welbeck Tenants' 
Show. The tenants, some years 
ago, formed themselves into an 
association, and the show is as 
well arranged as any in England. 
The Duke of Portland takes the 
greatest interest in the show, and 
finds prizes to the amount of up- 
wards of ;^300, besides enter- 
taining a huge company to 
luncheon. The luncheon, by the 
way, was held in the riding- 
school, the finest in England, and 
one that would make the fortune 
of any riding-master in London. 
The speeches were of the most 
cordial character, and, in pro- 
posing the loyal toasts, the Duke 
of Portland made graceful allusion 
to the circumstantes of the mo- 
ment. The fact that the day 
would soon arrive when the Queen 
would have reigned longer than 
any previous occupant of the 
throne, was, the Duke thought, a 
sufficient reason why the toast 
should Be received with more than 
ordinary enthusiasm, while he did 
not forget to remind his hearers 
that the victory of the Prince of 
Wales's horse. Persimmon, was a 
popular one, and was foretold by 
him at the show last year. The 
health of the Duke and Duchess 



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of Portland was most enthusi- 
astically received, and on all sides 
one heard expressions of the 
utmost goodwill towards the 
owner of Welbeck and his charm- 
ing wife. The show itself was 
excellent in all departments, but 
the duke told his hearers that they 
were trying to make a silk purse 
out of a sow*s ear in endeavouring 
to breed valuable horses from 
indifferent mares. 

Remarkable Horses. — Some- 
where about thirty-five years ago 
there was exhibited in London 
a light-legged horse, standing 22 
hands high ; then came the blue, 
or hairless, horse, which was 
nothing more nor less than a 
roan horse with a very short 
coat — the baser sort alleged that 
it was the art of the barber, 
rather than nature, which was 
accountable for that state of 
things. He was succeeded by 
the three-legged horse, a chesnut, 
about 15 hands high, which was 
exhibited in Regent Street. The 
missing limb was, if 1 remember 
rightly, the off fore ; and in place 
of the shoulder-bone was a mass 
of cartilage. Instinct taught the 
crippled beast to stand with its 
solitary prop very much inclined 
to the right ; and it had so com- 
pletely mastered the art of balanc- 
ing itself that it could jump a 
low rail, about two feet high, and 
land without a falter. Now we 
hear of a mite of a horse in 
America. It is a two-year-old, 
and stands 3 hands i inch, or 
13 inches. Both sire and dam 
are said to be ordinary horses, 
of ordinary stature; but there is 
no accounting for the freaks of 
nature. When foaled he was 
about the size of a kitten, and 
was so weak and ill that he had 
to be brought up by hand. 

Irresponsible Criticism. — A 
certain clique of persons, who 
'^Wim to be more humane than 



the rest of the world, have long 
desired to put down hunting the 
carted deer, which is not, perhaps, 
the highest phase of sport ; but 
it is, at any rate, free from cruelty. 
It was great ** nuts " for these 
folk to unearth from the pages 
of ** Hansard '* some extracts 
from a speech, made by the late 
Lord Randolph Churchill, in the 
House of Commons, on the occa- 
sion of the second reading of the 
** Cruelty to Animals Amendment 
Act,*' on March the 7th, 1883. 
The extracts, which have been 
recently reprinted by an even- 
ing paper, runs, so far as is 
material, as follows : — " Who 
were the followers of the Queen's 
Buckhounds ; and by whom 
were they supported ? Why, 
the meet was mainly composed 
of the counter-jumpers of Lon- 
don; that class of persons who 
were denominated by the generic 
name of * 'Arry.* He believed 
that, in the East End of London, 
these hounds were generally 
known as *'Arry*s Hounds!*'* 
This, from a Tory statesman, is 
testimony indeed ; it was verily 
a weapon to fight with ; but, un- 
luckily, every statement is in- 
correct — nay, untrue. The fol- 
lowers of the Queen's Hounds 
are not mainly " counter-jum- 
pers,*' nor have they at any time 
been so. There are, and sdways 
have been, one or two well-to-do 
tradesmen who have followed the 
Buckhounds, just as tradesmen, 
in greater or lesser numbers, 
follow every pack of hounds in 
England ; but those who go out 
are certainly not '''Arrys"; nor 
are the '* Queen's ** known as 
•*'Arry's Hounds" in the East 
End of London, or anywhere 
else. Lord Randolph Churchill 
was never a great hunting man. 
He hunted intermittently during 
his Oxford days with the Hey- 
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shire ; and was the hero of a story, 
in which Tom Duffield, whilom 
master of the last mentioned pack, 
played a leading part. He also 
kept a pack of hounds at Blen- 
heim for a season or two. It is 
doubtful if he ever saw the 
Queen's Buckhounds. 

Yinoent Square. — Of the doings 
on two of tne London grounds. 
Lord's and the Oval, we read 
much during the cricket season, 
but of those on the third, the 
largest — that dedicated to the use 
for ever of the Westminster boys 
— we see comparatively little. 
Following an exceptionally suc- 
cessful football season, the record 
of that of cricket, which termin- 
ated on the 1 8th July, was 
singularly brilliant, one match 
alone having been lost. The last 
two matches were against *• Old 
Carthusians " and M.C.C. and 
Ground, respectively. In the 
former, such giants as Messrs. 
Fane and G. O. Smith played for 
the visitors, who, going in first, 
scored 207 runs, the boys followed 
with 208 for the loss of four wickets 
(Moon 80, Fisher 70), whilst in the 
last match of the season the 
M.C.C. were represented by some 



well-known amateurs and three 
professionals. They were,however, 
all out for 103 runs. The School 
had made 240 (More 109) for six 
wickets, when stumps were drawn 
at a quarter to seven. Considering 
the good use made of the ground, 
it is not surprising that the 
governing body have determined 
upon sundry improvements ; in 
addition the old boarding-houses 
are to be rebuilt. Verily, after 
the lapse of certainly some nine 
centuries (how much older is 
unknown), Westminster is full 
of vigour, and worthily upholding 
it's great reputation in both pas- 
time and scholarship. 

Yorkshire Hackne^fs. — An im- 
portant sale of forty-six well-bred 
Yorkshire hackneys, comprising 
the studs of Messrs. J. R. Burn- 
ham and Sons, Frodingham Hall, 
Winestead, and of Mr. Thomas 
Kirk, Owstwick Hall, Burstwick, 
will be held at the Sun Inn, Hedon, 
near Hull, on Thursday, Septem- 
ber loth. The sale will include 
mares by such famous sires as Lord 
Derby II., Danegelt, Connaught, 
Ganymede, and Confidence, The 
Denmark and Fireaway blood will 
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Summary of Prominent Results, 

From July aoth to Angost 20th, 1896. 



TURF. 

July 20tlL Mr. H. McCalmoot's b. m. 
Irish Car, by Crafton — Pride ot 
Kildare, 5 yrs., 7 sL 8 lb. (Allsopp), 
won the Prince of Wales* Plate 
(handicap) of 282 so vs., the Straight 
Mile, at lleicester. — S.p. 6 to i agst. 

July 22nd. Sir R. Jardine*s ch. h. Fealar, 
by Prism — Queen of the Valley, 6 
yrs., 9 St (F. Finlay), won the Moly- 
neux Plate (handicap) of 490 sovs., for 
three-year-olds and upwards. Canal 
Point in (about six furlongs), at 
Liverpool July Meeting. — S.p. 9 to 2 
agst. 

July 22nd. Duke of Westminster's b. c 
Regret, by Sheen — Farewell, 8 st. 
10 lb. (M. Cannon), won the Twentieth 
St George's Stakes of 1,854 sovs., for 
three-year-olds, I mile 3 furlongs, 
at Liverpool. — S.P. 5 to 1 on. 

July I2lh. Mr. L. de Rothschild's b. c 
Brigg, by Brag — Gagoul, 9 st. 3 lb. 
(T. Loates), won the Great Lanca- 
shire Breeders' Produce Stakes of 
1,611 sovs., for two-year-olds, five 
furlongs, at Liverpool.— -S.p. 7 to I 
agst. 

July 23rd. Mr. Rutherford's b. h. Break 
of Day, by Kilwarlin— Bonnie Mom, 

5 yrs., 9 St. (J. Watts), won the 
Croxteth Plate of 430 sovs., handicap 
for three-year-olds and upwards, five 
furlongs, at Liverpool. — S.p. 13 to 8 
agst. 

July 23rd. Lord Derby's ch. f. Canterbury 
Pilgrim, by Tristan — Pilgrimage, 3 
yrs. , 7 St. 4 lb. (T. Loates), won the 
Sixty-Ninth Liverpool Cup of 975 
sovs., a handicap for three-year-olds 
and upwards, Cup course (i mile 3 
furlongs). — S.p. 100 to 30 agst. 

July 23rd. Mr. L. Pilkington's ch. c 
Glengally, by Fullerton— Fair Marion, 
8 St. 12 lb. (Calder), won the Nursery 
Stakes of 480 sovs. , for two-year-olds, 
five furlongs, at Liverpool. — S.p. 2 to 
I on. 

July 23rd. Duke of Westminster's b. c. 
Shaddock, by St. Serf — Orange, 9 st. 
7 lb. (M. Cannon), won the Knowsley 
Dinner Stakes of 500 sovs., for three- 
year-olds, I mile I furlong, at Liver- 
pool. — S.p. 7 to 2 on. 

July 24th. Mr. Beauchamp'sb. c Marton, 
by Hampton— Lady Marion, 3 yrs., 

6 St. 2 lb. (N. Robinson), won the 
^^<faight Handicap of 415 sovs., one 



mile straight, at Gatwick Summer 
Meeting.— S.p. 4 to 1 agst 

July 26th. Mr. Wallace Johnstone*s b. c 
Falkland, by Bread Knife— Drift, 8 
St. 9 lb. (Allsopp), won the Crabbet 
Plate of 415 SOVS., for two-year-olds, 
five furlongs, at Gatwick. — S.p. 7 to 
4 on. 

July 26th. Captain L. H. Jones's br. c 
Poly theist , by Theophilus — Polyolbion, 

3 3rrs., 7 st 9 lb. (Finlay), won the 
Newton Cup of 430 sovs., about i| 
miles, at Newton Summer Meeting. — 
S.p. 4 to I agst. 

July 28th. Mr. R. Lebaudy's b. f. SimoU, 
by St Simon— Late Nights, 8 st. 10 
lb. (S. Loates), won the Ham Stakes 
of 500 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
T.Y.C., at Goodwood.— S.p. 6 to 5 
on. 

July 28th. Mr. J. Ryan's b. c. Chasseur, 
by Galopin— Lady Gower, 4 yrs., 
8 st 4 lb. (Rickaby), won the 
Steward's Cup, value 730 sovs., T. Y.C. 
(six furlongs), at Goodwood.— S.p. 25 
to I agst. 

July 28lh. Lord Durham's b. c. Chilling- 
ham, by Chillington — Pavetta, 8 st. 
10 lb. (Rickaby), won the Richmond 
Stakes of 81 1 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
T.Y.C. (i mile straight), at Good- 
wood. — S.p. 100 to 6 agst. 

July 29th. H. R.H. Prince of Wales's b. c 
St. Nicholas, by St Serf— Fortuna, 
8 st 12 lb. (J. Watts), won the 
Halnaker Stakes of 307 sovs., for two- 
year-olds, five furlongs, at Goodwood. 
— S.p. 4 to 1 a^t. 

July 29tn. Mr. Hamar Bass's ch. h. 
Carlton Grange, by Carlton — Mystery, 

4 yrs., 7 St. 7 lb. (Allsopp), won the 
Goodwood Stakes (handicap) of 465 
sovs., 2 1 miles, at Goodwood. — S.p. 
6 to I agst. 

July 29th. Lord C. Montagu's b. c. 
Kilkerran, by Ayrshire — Maid of 
Lome, 9 St. 2 lb. (T. Watts), won the 
Lavant Stakes of 820 sovs., for two- 
year-olds, five furlongs, at Goodwood. 
— S.p. evens. 

July 29th. Duke of Westminster's b. c. 
Regret, by Sheen— Farewell, 95t i lb. 
(M. Cannon), won the Sussex Stakes 
of 762 sovs. , for three-year-olds, New 
Mile, at Goodwood. — S.p. 100 to 8 
on. 

July 30th. H.R.H. Prince of Wales's 
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yrs., 10 St. 10 lb. (Mr. Lushington), 
won the Goodwood CoriDthian Plate of 
207SOVS., old mile, at Goodwood. — 
S.p. 2 to I agst. 

July 30th. Duke of Westminster's b. f. 
Bluewater, by Blue Green— Rydal, 
8 St. 12 lb. (M. Cannon), won the 
Rous Memorial Stakes of 1,155 sovs., 
for two-year-olds, T.Y.C. (three parts 
of a mile), at Goodwood. — S.p. 6 to 5 
agst. 

July 30th. Lord Rosebery*s b. c Velas- 
quez, by Donovan — Vista, 9 st. (J. 
Watts), won the Prince of Wales's 
Stakes of 2,400 sovs., for two-year- 
olds, T.Y.C, at Goodwood.— S.p. 13 
to 8 on. 

July 31st. Mr. Theobald's b. c Phoebus 
Apollo, by St. Simon — Polynesia, 3 
yrs., 6 St. 12 lb. (N. Nobinson), won 
the Chesterfield Cup of 517 sovs.. 
Craven Course (ij miles), at Good- 
wood. — S.p. 10 to I agst. 

July 31st. Mr. Gubbins's b. c. Galtee 
More, by Kendal — Morganette, 9 st. 
5 lb. (J. Watts), won the Molecomb 
Stakes of 745 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
T.Y.C, at Goodwood.— S.p. 9 to 2 
on. 

July 31st. Lord Ellesmere's b. f. Miss 
Fraser, by Fitz Simon— Windlass, 

8 St. 10 lb. (F. Finlay), won the 
Nassau Stakes of 670 sovs., for three- 
year-olds. Old Mile, at Goodwood. — 
S.p. 9 to 4 agst. 

August 4lh. Mr. L. de Rothschild's b. f. 
Utica, by St. Simon— Blserta, 4 yrs., 

9 St. 9 lb. (T. Loates), won the 
Brighton Stakes of 437 sovs., one 
mile, at Brighton August Meeting. — 
S.p. 6 to I agst. 

August 5th. Mr. A. Calvert's b. or b. c. 
Bradwardine, by Barcaldine— Monte 
Rosa, 7 St. II lb. (While), won the 
Brighton Cup of 487 sovs., for three- 
year-olds, one mile, at Brighton. — 
S.p. 5 to I agst. 

August 6th. Lord Stanley's br. c. Melange, 
by Melanion— Amalgam, 3 yrs., 7 st. 
1 1 lb. (T. Loates), won the Brighton 
High- Weight Handicap of 437 sovs., 
one mile, at Brighton. — S.p. 13 to 8 
agst. 

August 7th. Mr. P. Lorillard's ch. g. 
Draco, by The Sailor Prince— Darga, 
8 St. II lb. (Madden), won the Astley 
Stakes of 680 sovs., for two-year-olds, 
five furlongs, at Lewes Summer 
Meeting.— S.p. 10 to i agst. 

August 8th. Lord W illiam Beresford's b. g. 
Paris HL, by Grandmaster — Encore, 
aged, 9 St. (J. Watts), won the Lewes 
Handicap of 990 sovs., i^ miles, at 
Lewes.— S. p. 7 to 4 agst. 

August loth. Mr. W. Chatterton's b. m. 



Grasp, by Herald — Guarantee, aged, 

7 St. 13 lb. (Fagan), won the Birming- 
ham Handicap Stakes of 900 sovs., 
one mile straight, at Birmingham 
August Meeting. — S.p. 8 to i agst 

August nth. Mr. J. B. Leigh's b. f. 
Fl)nng Colours, by Prism— Flyaway, 

8 St. 2 lb. (Madden), won the 
Kempton Park International Breeders' 
Two-year-old Stakes of 685 sovs., five 
furlongs on t^^ Straight Course at 
Kempton Park August Meeting.— S.p. 
100 to 30 agst. 

August nth. Mr. J. G. Joicey's ch. c. 
Silver Fox, by Satiety — Silver Sea, 

8 St. 9 lb. (T. Loates), won the 
Red car Two-year-old Stakes of 500 
sovs., six furlongs, at Redcar Second 
Summer Meeting.— S.p. 8 to i agst. 

August 1 2th. Duke of Westminster's b. c. 
Labrador, by Sheen — Ornament, 9 st. 
3 lb. (M. Cannon), won the City of 
London Breeders' Foal Plate of 1,179 
sovs., for three-year-olds. Jubilee 
Course (one mile), at Kempton Park. 
—S.p. 2 to I agst. 

August 1 2th. Lord Wolverton's br. c. 
Musley Chief, by Bend Or — Festive, 

9 St. (Rickaby), won the Great 
National Breeders' Foal Sukes of 
600 sovs., for three-year-olds, one mile, 
at Redcar. — S.p. evens. 

August 14th. Mr. H. Powney's bl. m. 
Maria HL, by Glen Arthur — Golden 
Crest, aged, 8 st. 6 lb. (White), won 
the August Handicap of 367 sovs., i 
mile, at Windsor August Meeting. — 
S.p. 100 to 12 agst. 

August 17th. Mr. W. Low's b. c. Zebac, 
by Galopin — Mark Hall, 3 yrs., 8 st. 
13 lb. (M. Cannon), won the Wolver- 
hampton Handicap of 295 sovs., I 
mile, at Wolverhampton Meeting. — 
S.p. II to 10 agst. 

August 1 8th. Mr. A. F. Basset's ch. f. 
Queen of the Plains, by Salisbury — 
Empress Eugenie, 8 st. 6 lb. (M. 
Cannon), won the Staffordshire Breed- 
ers' Plate of 415 sovs., for two-year- 
olds, 5 furlongs straight, at Wolver- 
hampton. — S.p. II to 8 on. 

August i8th. Mr. R. Lebaudy's b. h. 
Bach, by Barcaldine — Anthem, aged, 
7 St. 9 lb. (S. Loates), won the Stock- 
ton Handicap Plate of 440 sovs., i 
mile 5 furlongs, at Stockton Meeting. — 
S.p. 6 to I agst. 

August 19th. Lord Durham's b. f. Drip, 
by Barcaldine — Drizzle, 8 st. 4 lb. 
(Rickaby), won the Great Northern 
Leger of 787 sovs., for three-year- 
olds, Leger course ( i mile 5 furlongs), 
at Stockton. — S.p. 7 to 4 agst. 

August 19th. Ix)rd Londonderry's b. c 
Cyrenian, by St. Simon— Daisy Chain, 



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8 St. 6 lb. (T. Loatcs), won the Hard- 
wicke Slakes of 477 sovs, for two-vear- 
olds. T.Y.C. (6 furlongs), at Stockton. 
— S.p. 7 to I agst. 

August 20th. Lord Londonderry's Serf- 
dom, by St. Serf— Beatrice, 9 st. 6 lb. 
(T. Loatcs), won the Durham G>unty 
Produce Plate of 1,250 sovs., for 
three-year-olds, I mile 2 furlongs, at 
Stockton.— S.p. 7 to 2 agst. 

August 20th. Mr. F. Brough*s Belle of 
the Wolds, by Jock of Oran — Celia, 
4 yeai^, 7 st. 4 lb. (Madden), won the 
Stockton Stewards' Handicap Plate of 
300 sovs., 1 mile, at Stockton. — S.p. 
7 to I agst. 



CRICKET. 

July 22nd. At Lord's, Middlesex v. Surrey, 
latter won by an innings and 58 runs. 

July 22nd. At Leyton, Essex v. Hampshire, 
latter won by eight wickets. 

July 23rd. At Leeds, Yorkshire v. Lan- 
cashire, former won by 123 runs. 

July 23rd. At Derby, Australians v. Derby- 
shire, drawn ; Australians 62$, Derby- 
shire 292 and 61 for two wickets. 

July 23rd. At Nottingham, Notts v. Glou- 
cestershire, former won by nine 
wickets. 

July 23rd. At Blackheath, Kent v. Somer- 
set, former won by 145 runs. 

July 24th. At Catford, Kent v. Surrey, 
former won by 61 runs. 

July 24th. At Dcwsbury, Yorkshire v. 
Somersetshire, former won by an 
innings and 6 runs. 

July 25th. At Lord's, Australians v. 
M.C.C. Drawn. 

July 28th. At Maidstone, Kent v. War- 
wick, former won by an innings and 34 
runs. 

July 28th. At Sheffield, Yorkshire v. Glou- 
cester, former won by 266 runs. 

July 29th. At Kennington Oval, Austra- 
lians V. Surrey, former won by seven 
wickets. 

July 29th. At Leicester, Leicestershire v. 
Hants, former won by 21 runs. 



July 29th. At Brighton, Sussex v. Mid- 
dlesex, latter won by nine wickets. 
July 31st. At Bexhill, Australians v. Earl 

de la Warr's XL, latter won by four 

wickets. 
July 31st. At Old Trafford '^ncashire v. 

Gloucestershire, formet won by ten 

wickets. 
August 1st. At Kennington Oval, Surrey v. 

Yorkshire, former won by an innings 

and 61 runs. 
August 4th. At Birmingham, Australians v. 

Warwickshire, former won by an 

innings and 60 runs. 
August 5th. At Kennington Oval, Surrey 

v. Notts, former won by an innings and 

115 runs. 
August 5th. At Bristol, Gloucestershire v. 

Sussex, former won by an innings and 

123 runs. 
August 5th. At Derby, Derb3rshire v. 

Hants, former won by eight wickets. 
August 7th. At Leyton, Essex v. Surrey, 

former won by an innings and 119 

runs. 
August 7th. At Harrogate, Yorkshire v. 

Hants, former won by ten wickets. 
August 8th. At Canterbury, Australians 

V. Kent, former won by 176 runs, 
August 8th. At Clifton, Gloucestershire v. 

Middlesex, former won by six wickets. 
August 12th. At Kennington Oval, England 

v. Australians, former won by 66 

runs. 
August 14th. At Kennington Oval, Surrey 

V. Kent, former won by ten wickets. 
August 14th. At Bristol, Gloucester v. 

Notts, former won by 307 runs. 
August 15th. At Southampton, Hants v. 

Warwickshire, latter won by ten 

wickets. 
August 15th. At Scarborough, Yorkshire V. 

Leicestershire, former won by 162 

runs. 
August i^th. At Lord's, Middlesex v. Lan- 
cashire, former won by 196 runs. 
August 15th. At Brighton, Australians v. 

Sussex, former won bv six wickets. 
August 19th. At Cheltenham, Gloucester- 
shire V. Kent, latter won by 2$ runs. 
August 19th. At Derby, Derbyshire v. 

Essex, latter won by 201 runs. 



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