Visitors at Limber 



experienced hack, and a hack to be good enough to take a 

 hunter's place on occasion. 



A fine horseman himself, with hands as delicate as a 

 woman's, he knew immediately he was on a horse's back, and 

 had handled him for a few minutes, whether or not he was the 

 suitable article. And for the suitable article, no price stood 

 in his way. For the unsuitable he had no second place. 

 Many a horse he purchased out of our stables, and I am 

 proud to recollect that he once bought a grey cob of mine, 

 solely for his perfect manners, for the colour was an abomination 

 to him. 



Although the last time I had the pleasure of meeting Herr 

 von Shavel at my eldest brother's house in London, his hair, 

 once dark as the raven's wing, was white as snow, I am glad 

 to say he is still in the land of the living,* and I sincerely trust 

 we may meet again, also that he will read this slight tribute 

 to his faithfulness as a friend, and genial companion. 



Another frequent visitor to our house at Limber was the 

 late Hon. Sir Chandos Leigh, who became as well known 

 in the Law Courts as he was formerly in the cricketing world. 

 His book of Recollections, recently published, entitled "Bar, Bat 

 and Bit," gives, with many other delightful details and anecdotes 

 appertaining to its title, a very charming impression of his old 

 friend Maunsell Richardson and his wife, at Healing Manor. 

 Although considerably older than either of my brothers — as a 

 matter of fact, he had been a contemporary at Harrow with 

 our stepfather, the Rev. H. G. Southwell — he was so young in 

 mind and thought, that he never seemed aggressively our 

 senior in any manner. He shared our amusements, hunts and 

 rides when possible. Although the graver matters of the Law 

 — for he generally stayed with us when on Circuit — claimed his 

 * He has, I regret to say, passed over since this was written. 



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