Birthplace : Limber Magna 



my brother's name Maunsell, was quite a little girl — she also 

 having been born and bred at Limber — the parental commands 

 against making the tempting Plantations a playground were so 

 strictly enforced, that, when she said the Lord's Prayer at 

 night, instead of repeating the words " lead us not into tempta- 

 tion," she always said to herself, " and lead me not into the 

 Plantations." 



Then, too, the Sport of Kings, a hundred years ago, if not 

 quite so fashionable a pursuit as it is now, was as well and as 

 enthusiastically supported in North Lincolnshire, as in any 

 other county. Moreover, these new Plantations soon became 

 valuable breeding grounds, and cover, for Master Reynard ; 

 and, as such, assumed a still more sacred character to lovers of 

 fox-hunting, as all good Limber folk were, the celebrated 

 Brocklesby Hounds being then well to the fore. 



The delight of the Brocklesby Woods does not, however, 

 consist of splendid trees alone. The broad grassy rides that 

 traverse them from end to end make them a veritable paradise 

 for lovers of riding. Think of it ! With fine trees, on either 

 side of you, sheltering you from the cutting winds of winter, 

 and shading you from the too great heat of the summer sun, 

 you can canter along on springy turf for miles if you wish, with 

 neither a rabbit-hole to give you a nasty fall, nor a rise in 

 the ground high enough to necessitate a breather for your 

 horse. 



Was ever any neighbourhood so perfect for riders, old or 

 young, as this happy part of the world, this piece of dear old 

 Lincolnshire ? Small wonder, then, that Maunsell Richardson 

 never remembered when he first began to ride, or even when 

 on some small steed he first followed the hounds. In fact, 

 riding was more natural to we three children than walking, and 

 infinitely more agreeable. 



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