Mr. J. M. Richardson's Writings Collated 



known song, he certainly had not Parson Seabrook in his 

 mind's eye : 



" When we go a-hunting nowadays, we potter at the gaps, 



'Cos we're all getting older every day ; 

 It's no earthly use competing with the young, hard-riding chaps, 



'Cos we're all getting older every day. 

 We can't face the oxer or the bullfinch any more, 

 We cast our eye around the field in hopes to find a " door " — 

 Yes, hang it all ! We're not the men we used to be of yore, 



'Cos we're all getting older every day." 



Modern Horsemanship. 



I don't think I am alone in the opinion that never in the 

 history of fox-hunting were there so many or better riders of 

 either sex than those hunting at the present time with the 

 Quorn, Belvoir, Pytchley, Cottesmore, and Mr. Fernie's hounds. 

 Never, either, were there more beautifully bred horses than are 

 to be seen out nowadays with the packs just mentioned. Of their 

 riders amongst the old stagers, where would you better than 

 Lords Lonsdale, Annaly, and Cowley, General Codrington, 

 General Burn Murdoch, Colonel " Willy " Lawson, Colonel 

 Brocklehurst (Queen's Equerry), Majors Ricardo, McKie, 

 Hughes Onslow, and Laycock, Captains Forester, Douglas 

 Pennant, and Hubbersty, Parson Seabrook, Messrs. Cecil 

 Grenfell, H. T. Barclay, H. Sheriffe, Hollway Steeds, Foxhall 

 Keene, Algy Burnaby, and R. and Guy Fenwick ? Whilst 

 names to conjure with amongst later arrivals in the country are 

 those of Lord Dalmeny, Sir John Milbanke, Sir Frederick 

 Foulkes, Sir Charles Lowther, Captain Paynter (winner of 

 last year's Grand Military), Captain Long (son of the Right Hon. 

 Walter Long), and Messrs. Chandos de Paravicini, T. C. Chiches- 

 ter, Greville Clayton, and George Drummond. 



As usual, there was plenty of fun the day after the Cottes- 

 more Hunt Ball, some of the young brigade riding one against 



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