CHAPTEE VIL 



SOCIETY IN THE SADDLE. 



^OW walks the 

 deg:rees, just 



sun and broadens by 

 o'er the verge of day," 

 ride into Hyde Park in order to 

 view the aristocratic assemblage which 

 the Row — weather permitting — at 

 The effect of the continued 



as I 



seen m 



is to be 



this period of the season. 



downpour of rain has been to bring the foliage of the 



fine old elms to a state of great perfection ; whilst 



the emerald green of the closely-shaven lawns, the 



luxuriant shrubs, and tastefully-arranged beds of rare 



and lovely flowers, just raising their drooping heads 



after the tropical storms that have prevailed of late, 



make up a brilliant picture when seen on a summer 



evening at sunset. 



Then it is that the cream of London society takes 

 its pleasure in the Park, differing essentially from the 

 set which frequents it during the noontide heat. 

 There goes the Prince of Wales on his well-known 

 brown horse, chatting pleasantly with Lord Car- 

 ington, and gracefully acknowledging the numerous, 

 but not intrusive, salutations of those who are 

 honoured with his acquaintance as he rides leisurely 

 up and down the Row. Next I see the Marquis of 



