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had gained his promotion from the hovel to the bull 

 boxes. He is remarkably lengthy, but keeps his 

 form along with it, and is level and fall of good 

 hair to boot. Welcome 2nd'8 last year's produce 

 then came out in the shape of Waverley 2nd by 

 The Corsair, whose picturesque forehand would remind 

 us of the good old style, which flourished in the 

 era of "the quiet days at Wiseton." By some he would 

 perhaps be called plain on this very account ; but he 

 has great substance, though perhaps not bo good a coat 

 as we should like to see. 



From him we proceeded round to the yard, where the 

 specimens were very diversified in their character. First, 

 there was Lady Adeliza, a daughter of Pestalozzi (who 

 was sold to the French Government at Mr. Henry 

 Watson's sale), with a most remarkable outshoulder, and 

 more than the usual average of " fool's-fat." A white 

 cow by Harbinger from Lalage kept her somewhat in 

 countenance, but her fore-quarters and neck vein were 

 much more striking, and she is duly destined for Baker- 

 street. For a Harbinger, she had plenty of size, and 

 although she was grazed last summer on the worst land 

 they had, she resolutely refused to breed. Two heifers, 

 which did not tend to make us in love with Highthorn, 

 and a white heavy-fleshed heiffr by Sir James from 

 Symphony of the Sibyl tribe, were in another loose place, 

 and anon we found Sir James, the second son of Nec- 

 tarine Blossom, waiting for us on his field parade. This 

 celebrated cow left no females behind her, and hence 

 Fitz-Clarence by Clarence, and Sir James, and Sir 

 Robert by Sir Samuel, have her line entirely in their 

 keeping. Sir James was two years old last December, 

 and, although both about the head and the tail he is not 

 just so nice as he might be, his neat forehand, com- 

 bined with his thick flesh and great depth, make him 

 a good class animal to look at, while his stock can speak 

 for themselves quite as decisively. 



Lady Lavender, with one of his bull calves at her side, 

 was grazing in the homestead with which the sheep pad- 

 docks communicate. The latter consist of three fields, 

 two of which are divided into three with hurdles, and 

 each furnished with a small thatched shed. The 

 pen of prize Canterbury shearling ewes was the 

 chief group in the first. Originally Mr. Sanday in- 

 tended to have sent two pens, and drew 22 for selection, 

 but turnips became so scarce that he altered his mind, 

 and drafted them down to seven. Two of them were by 

 W X, the first prize shearling ram at Canterbury, and of 

 these an own sister to L X, the Warwick prize shearling, 

 was quite the prima donna of the quintet. In fact, 

 Mr. Sanday doubts if he ever had a better ewe, and her 

 back, which is just like a table land for flatness, placed 

 the other four rather at a disadvantage. 



George then conducted us to eleven rams, busy with 

 grass and tares, in the next paddock, nearly every one 

 of which seemed to kindle up some old show memory 

 in his breast. The only remnant of " Merrie Carlisle" 

 was kneeling near a shed, and now seldom adopts any 

 other posture. So far, he has never been put to one of 

 the Holmepierrepont ewes, but they fully intend 

 to use him this year. No ram can render a better ac- 



count of his five years of public life. Mr. Torr bore 

 him off in 1855 for 78 guineas, Mr. Dixon, of Brands- 

 burton, the next year for 71 gs. ; Mr. Brown, of Norfolk, 

 for 40 gs. ; Mr. Torr, again, for 28 gs. ] and last year Mr. 

 George Turner, of Barton, took the last public dip 

 into him at 17 gs. His neighbour was a little grey on 

 the hocks, and rigidly carried out the idea of four fore- 

 legs. There, too, awaiting his 70 guinea transfer, early 

 in October, to Mr. Clark, of Scopwick, was the first- 

 prize winner in the old class at the Royal this year, 

 a sheep of very fine character. He weighed about 24 

 stone at Canterbury, and was let to Mr. Longfield, of 

 Castle Martyr, Ireland, last year for 50 gs. He is from 

 a Y H ewe, and by M U, who also went to Ireland in 

 his day for 80 gs, and won some head prizes and a 

 silver medal. 



L X, the first-prize shearling at Warwick, was not 

 enjoying the August sun along with his brother heroes, 

 but lay in the lambing-house, partially paralyzed, with 

 cushions on each side to keep him off his back, but 

 still eating rape with no small zest. He is by W X by 

 W H, from an L N ewe ; and, although they used him 

 pretty freely last year, Mr. Sanday's hopes of him are 

 quite at zero. In this state they will often serve 

 a few ewes, but not get a lamb ; and when they are 

 slaughtered, a little matter in the elbow joint seems 

 to explain the seat of the complaint, which arose from 

 his feeding so well and so fast. 



The lambing-house adjoins the show hovel, and a 

 room for George is attached to the end of it. Hard by 

 it, is his sanctum, whose walls are nearly obscured by 

 the card certificates of first and second prizes, and high 

 commendations, which he has borne back with him from 

 the shows. Seven of the former and one of the latter 

 formed his Kentish spoils ; but perhaps his most 

 mournful recollection of this room, is when he had to 

 sling up the sadly wasted carcase of his favourite G, by 

 G N. This " departed mutton" had never been shown 

 before Warwick, and George fondly believed that nothing 

 would beat him, till he saw the first and second cards on 

 Mr. Pawlett's rams; but, like his master, he never 

 murmurs at judges. Such was the value that Mr. 

 Sanday put upon him that he used him for four years, 

 and found him especially successful as a ram getter. 

 Inflammation of the liver killed him at last, and a 

 tumour formed on his breast, which was found, on 

 dissection, to be full of sand, which had gradually 

 worked its way in. 



But from mutton we adjourned to beef once more, and 

 wound our way acrosa the Meltou road to Conduit's close, 

 whose water was wont to supply the hall. It was full of cows ; 

 but George had taken a fancy to the look of the pasture, and 

 got some ewe lambs put in along with them. In fact, he re- 

 gards the Shorthorns with very qualified admiration, and 

 by hook or by crook, gets the best innings for his charges, 

 wherever the field may be. Ada was there to speak for the 

 2nd Duke of Bolton blood, with her Bates head, and those 

 black tips to the horns, which are pecuhar to many of the 

 Waterloo tribe. She has a remarkably high back, but this 

 freak of nature is not reflected in her nice roan heifer calf by 

 Sir James. The large white Lalage by Usurer was there too, 

 and, Uke her fat daughter, somewhat patchy. Welcome was 



