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RACING. 



wont even unto this day, the flying squadrons of University 

 Light Horse skirmished in exceedingly loose order all over the 

 place, regardless of the admonitions of Starling, or of aught else 

 save their own wild will. 



Let Sir Laudator Acti, standing dry-shod, in patent leather 

 boots, on the gravel of the reserved dust-bin in front of the 

 stand, at whose portals hangs the notice ' For members of the 

 Rooms, Stands, 

 and Jockey Club 

 only,' and whose 



Racing on horseback. 



warders keep vigilant watch against the intrusion of outsiders 

 let him shut his eyes for a moment and try if he can recall a 

 scene of the past, nigh upon twenty years ago say in the year 

 of grace 1865 the zenith of the Hastings era, 



In imagination we can command the weather, so it shall be 

 a bright still morning in October. Sir Laudator sees himself 

 once more a gilded youth, clad in light cub-hunting costume, 



