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Mr. and Mrs. Craven, Mr. and Mrs. Byass, Mr. and Mrs. 

 Thornton, Mr. and Mrs. Blacklock, Mr. and Mrs. Vaughan- 

 Williams, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, Mr. and Mrs. Church, Mr. and 

 Mrs. Peareth, Mr. and Miss Burton, Mrs. Clerk, Mrs. Martin, 

 Lord Southampton, Sir Rainald Knightley, Sir William Hum- 

 phery, Gen. Clery, Col. Fife, Capts. Askwith, Faber, Riddell, 

 Messrs. Adamthwaite, Baring, Campbell, Elliott, H. Gosling, 

 Holloway, Johnson, Knightley, Lees, Macdonald, Manning, 

 Riddey, Roberts, Roche, Tibbets, Walton, Waring, Wellesley, 

 Wilder, Wiseman, &c. 



Beginning a week late, the Grafton have in the matter of 

 appearance, a distinct advantage over their neighbours. Hence 

 so much irreproachable completeness on every hand this day. 

 A week of dress rehearsal had rivetted the joints in many an 

 armour that hitherto — if only in the too conscious eyes of the 

 wearer himself — may not have knitted closely. Ah ! the gift 

 that we really need in the pretty world of the hunting field 

 is not so much "to see ourselves as others see us." That might 

 be altogether too unsatisfactory. But rather to realise how 

 little the inquiring minds of others go beyond the impression 

 they have very recently carried away from the home looking- 

 glass. On the other hand, it is very safe to say that these 

 self-conscious units all go to make up a very pleasing whole — a 

 field of dainty horsefolk — an assemblage that, from its very 

 brightness, helps more than all to maintain foxhunting as a 

 brilliant and popular institution. 



But about the sport. Twenty minutes racing by gateway 

 from pasture to pasture. Then Badby Wood — deeper even 

 now than for the last half-dozen years, though the turf outside 

 is still almost hard — round and through, backwards aud for- 

 wards, for an hour. Then outside, for two little fences. Horses 

 had at this time so entirely set aside all notion of such 

 diversion, that they tumbled in a fashion only to be defined as 

 haphazard. Enough smart men were soon running about in 

 the track of hounds to have made a field for a pack of foot- 

 beagles. And, by the way, of all the woe-deploring faces I ever 



