Reminiscent 



now riding one he calls Whittington, a charming horse that 

 carries me perfectly. 



These few words fail to express all the good qualities of a 

 really good-hearted sportsman, who never said an unkind word 

 of any one, who thoroughly enjoyed his success, and yet was 

 never jealous or anxious of any one competing with him, and 

 to the few of his Cambridge friends who survive him his 

 memory will always be very dear. 



From the late Finch Mason, Esq. 



" I liked him so much that, paradoxical though it may 

 appear to say so, a feeling of regret sometimes comes over one 

 that I ever knew him." 



Such were the words made use of one night in the long 

 ago in my presence at a well-known Club devoted to the 

 Fine Arts, by one of our most distinguished Painters — then 

 a very young man — apropos of the late Charles Dickens, 

 whose ever-to-be-lamented death had occurred not long before, 

 and with whom he had recently been associated when illus- 

 trating one of his books for the great novelist. 



Though few in number, they struck me at the time, and do 

 still whenever I recall them to memory, as containing so much 

 eloquence crowded into a small space, that in the knowledge 

 how Maunsell Richardson detested veneer and ostentation in 

 any shape or form, my first impulse was to repeat them here on 

 my own account. 



On second thoughts, however, whilst making full allowance 

 for their evident sincerity, I came to the conclusion that they 

 did not quite represent my own sentiments towards the good 

 fellow who has gone. On the contrary, with his portrait in 

 the once familiar white jacket and dark-blue cap — the colours 



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