LUednesday, peb^uair^y 14th, 1894. 



GET into my tub at once. And because I 

 am not late and in too great a hurry, 

 complete my toilet in less time than it 

 took yesterday, yet I am, if my glass deceive me not, 

 sufficiently well got up. 



I sit down to a comfortable breakfast table, which 

 is covered with something better than junks of meat 

 and bread or black puddings. Then, in good time, 

 I mount my horse, in no fear of anything giving way. 

 And no longer impelled by " vaulting ambition that 

 o'erleaps itself and falls on the other side." For I 

 am resolved to be content to see and enjoy the run 

 without my old craving to eclipse all my companions. 

 Few are able to lead, and I am not one of the few — 

 as yet. My frequent failures prove that something 

 still remains to be learnt before I shall be accounted 

 the Jack Mytton or Osbaldeston of my generation. 



I arrive at the meet in time to see Back jog up 

 with the hounds, all looking bright and businesslike. 

 Soon after comes the genial Master, whose hearty 

 greeting does one good, and is a pleasant commence- 

 ment to the day's sport. With the Master comes 

 Mr. Coryton and others, who are guests at Tetcott 



