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I explained to him that "that chap Lome" 

 had made himself ridiculous forever at the 



Queen's Jubilee. Then, as T did not 



know, I told him how the marquis had in- 

 sisted on riding in the procession upon a 

 horse, against which the Prince of Wales, 

 aware of the tame extent of his horseman- 

 ship, had warned him. In the middle of the 

 pageant, the Queen in her carriage, the 

 crowned heads of Europe escorting her on 

 horseback, and the whole world looking on — 

 at this picturesque moment, Lome fell off. I 

 was not sure that T felt fully how inap- 

 propriate a time this was for a marquis to 

 tumble from his steed. 



"I believe the Queen sent somebody," I 

 continued. 



"Where?" said T . 



"To him. She probably called the nearest 

 king and said: 'Frederick, Lome 's off. Go 

 and see if he 's hurt.' " 



"'And if he ain't hurt, hurt himy' said 

 T , completing her Majesty's thought. 



This second billy seemed to me twice the 

 size of a domestic goat. He was certainly 

 twice the weight. His hide alone weighed 

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