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the other : your right foot ; the other. Bravo 1 

 not a bone broken there. Now stand up." 



The ladv did so ; and, though much bruised, 

 in a short time was Httle the worse for her 

 perilous adventure. Lord Cork — a hard man 

 in his day, and who must have seen more bad 

 falls than most men, if not during his Master- 

 ship of the Queen's Buckhounds, at least with 

 the Christchurch drag — was so shocked by the 

 sight that, on finding the lady was well attended 

 to, he turned his horse's head and rode home. 



In the fifth room of the Borghese Palace, at 

 Rome, hangs an exquisite picture by Domeni- 

 chino ; the finest, perhaps, he ever painted on a 

 mythical subject; it is entitled "The Chase of 

 Diana." The figure of the goddess, who stands 

 prominently forward, is the very personification of 

 beauty. She is attended by a bevy of nymphs ; 

 and to one, whose superior skill as a huntress 

 has' just been tested, the goddess is awarding the 

 appropriate prize of a bow and quiver. 



But if, as of old in the valleys of Ida, the 

 Forest Queen were at present to hold High 

 Court in one of the ferny combes of Exmoor, 

 attended, of course, by the fair votaries men- 

 tioned above, her Majesty would be sorely 

 puzzled, so Russell thought, to decide on which 

 of them to bestow the first prize — 



" For, all so good, 'twere hard indeed to tell 

 Who figured first, or who should bear the bell." 



