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history of the run they had the other clay with 

 their afternoon fox, who went right on to the moor, 

 and was pulled down handsomely in the evening, 

 but with no one near to worry him save a keeper 

 that " see'em coming," and none else to tell the 

 tale but " Tally-ho," who went as far as he 

 could, and dreamed the rest. And here, by the 

 old Roman camp, we lose the last flush of " the 

 red coats," as they draw from home in the gay 

 sunshine with the nrechanical method of men and 

 hounds who have made up their minds for a blank 

 day, and are only threading the primroses as a 

 mere matter of form. But we will find yet, though, 

 and are soon hard on the line of the handicapper, 

 who has been viewed away towards Uorsley, his 

 point being evidently for Cholwell. A holloa here 

 says he has "not been gone ten minutes;" but it 

 is getting late, and if he did face the moor, we 

 might think with "Tally- no!" of what is to 

 become of us .-' So we end as we began, in study- 

 ing that noblest of animals, the thorough-bred 

 horse; and Mr. Watson parades Hungerford, still 

 looking, as the housemaid said of her sweetheart, 

 " quite the gentleman," and as neat and has 

 shapely as when we last saw him run for the Ep- 



som cup. His pedigree, by John o'Groat, out of 

 a Sadler mare, is a capital nick of speed and stout- 

 ness, while Hungerford himself could last and 

 " wear" for ever. We never saw a horse who has 

 done so much that shows so little mark of it. With 

 him there stands old Vulcan, an established fa- 

 vourite with the Devonshire farmers ; and Cleve- 

 land Shortlegs, wonderfully fresh and active, the 

 best and hardest Cleveland that ever came South. 

 These, though, are old acquaintances in the Marja- 

 zine, and we can say but little more than " How 

 d' ye do ?" and " Good bye !" as we turn once 

 more for town — thinking whether it were better to 

 have spent those two glorious days amongst the 

 " pubs" and " legs" at Epsom, or in the less ex- 

 citing scenes of South Devon. An old friend of 

 ours, a capital judge and a walking Stud Book, 

 often said he would rather see his own young 

 things at play in the paddock than the finest race 

 that ever was run. This may be carrying the notion 

 to the utmost, but there is an indescribable charm 

 about the picture, as the grand old mare comes up 

 to rub her nose on your arm by way of a welcome, 

 and a Gemma di Vergy marches by, with all the 

 air of the young hero that he is. 



PLATE II. 

 FIDELITY; A Prize Shorthorn Heifer. 



THE PROPERTY OF COLONEL TOWNELEY, OF TOWNELEY PARK, LANCASHIRE. 



Fidelity, or Frederick's Fidelity, a white heifer> 

 bred by Colonel Towneley, was calved May 12tli, 

 IS.') 7, and got by Frederick (11439), dam Vestris 

 3rd, by Valiant (12253), grandam Venilia, by Tom 

 of Lincoln (S/Ji), great grandam Venus, by Bel- 

 lerophon (3119), gr. gr. g. d. Verbena, by Re- 

 nown (2525), gr. gr. gr. g. d. Venus, by Tartar 

 (2738), gr. gr. gr. gr. g. d. Miss Camidge, by Gal- 

 lon (1849), gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. g. d. Cornforth, by 

 Pioneer (1321), gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. g. d. Coy, by 

 Marshal Beresford (4151), gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. 

 g. d. Cordelia, by Cecil (120), gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. 

 gr. gr. g. d. Cora, by Favourite (252), gr. gr. gr. 

 gr.gr. gr.gr. gr. gr. g. d. Countess,by Cupid (177), 

 gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. g. d. Lady, by 

 Grandson of Bolingbroke (2S0), gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. 

 gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. g. d. Phoenix, by Foljambe 

 (2G3), gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. gr. 

 g. d. Favourite, by Mr. R. Alcock's Bull (19). 



Frederick, the sire of Fidelity, was bred by 

 Colonel Towneley in February, 1849, and got by 

 Duke (9032), dam Bessy, by Thickhock (6601), 

 grandam Barmpton Rose, by Expectation (1988). 

 Frederick was never exhibited, but he has long 

 since proved his value in the herd, as far away 

 the best bull of his time. As we said, when we 

 gave his portrait in September, 1858, "either for 

 the prices they have made, or the prizes they have 

 taken, the produce of no animal has ever equalled 

 that of Frederick." Amongst his stock are Master 

 Butterfly, Royal Butterfly, Roan Duchess the 

 Second, Blanche the Si.\tb, Frederick the Second, 



Ringlet, and other well-known animals. Although 

 now in his thirteenth year, Frederick is so fresh 

 that Mr. Thorn, the American buyer and breeder, 

 was very anxious to take him out f«r use in his 

 Thorndale herd. 



A^estris 3rd, the dam of Fidelity, also bred by 

 Colonel Towneley, is now just six years old. She 

 dropped her first calf at two years and six days old, 

 and won the first prize in the cow class in Paris 

 within two months from that time. Since then 

 she has had four more living calves, and is now 

 three months gone with her sixth. The last, a 

 heifer, was an own sister to Fidelity. 



As a two-year-old heifer in calf. Fidelity, at the 

 Warwick Meeting of the Royal Agricultural Society 

 of England, took the first prize of £1 5, beating Mr. 

 Francis Fowler's Daisy (the second prize), Colonel 

 Towneley's Pearl (the third prize), and the follow- 

 ing highly commended : Colonel Towneley's Emma, 

 Mr. Marjoribanks' Vesta, and Mr. Douglas' The 

 Lady of Athelstane; while Mr. Marjoribanks' 

 Elegance, Captain Gunter's Moss Rose, and Mr. 

 Bowly's Songstress were commended. As, in fact, 

 was the whole class, and as we wrote at the time : 

 " The strength of the shorthorns, and we might 

 perhaps go on to say of the whole show, was in the 

 two-year-old and yearling heifers. It is significant 

 of their uniform goodness to note the award of the 

 judges, who commended everything they saw here; 

 but all the best men were here too — Booth, Colonel 

 Towneley, Douglas of Athelstaneford, Stratton, 

 Grundy, Cajjtain Gunter, Marjoribanks, Noel Hill, 



