40 Hark Away. 



followed by a steady-looking and well-mounted 

 groom, whose vocation when he is at home evidently 

 is to act as second horseman to his master, the 

 member for Mudlandshire, who is attending to the 

 duties of the day in a committee room of the House 

 of Commons. Cantering along on a clever-looking 

 dark chesnut horse, in brilliant condition, having 

 superb action, is the neatest and best-appointed 

 horsewoman in London, who would be dangerous — 

 in more senses than one — should you attempt to 

 follow her, especially in a forty minutes' burst over 

 the open, across a stiff country, when the hounds 

 are going the pace, and there is a yawner in the 

 way. 



But whilst critically observing the throng of riders 

 in the Row, the long line of spectators comfortably 

 seated in arm chairs, a fashion copied of later years 

 from our friends in the Champs Elysees, must claim 

 attention for a while. 



Where else in your wanderings through the world 

 have you ever seen so many handsome, beautifully 

 dressed, and fashionable people assembled together 

 as you see to-day, adding, by their presence, to the 

 brilliant aspect of the unrivalled gathering in this 

 noble promenade of Hyde Park? 



Nor must the array of elegant equipages drawn 

 up, on the opposite side, be passed over without a 

 word. There the occupants may be seen leisurely 

 bowing graceful recognitions to their many friends 

 and acquaintances passing in order of review before 

 them, a somewhat severe ordeal, I should imagine, to 

 undergo at their hands. Then, until the appointed 

 hour dedicated to luncheon arrives, an ever-varying 



