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Hartington taking a gentle canter, doubtless endea- 

 vouring to dispel the ennui attendant on his absorb- 

 ing political duties. Then there is Mr. Robert Lowe, 

 who has discarded his perambulator and mounted the 

 high horse instead, not a matchless steed by any 

 means, seeming, in my opinion, somewhat dull and 

 depressed, the result, possibly, of the storms and 

 tempests which have so filled " the Liberal air " 

 during the last few months. Here is Lord Calthorpe 

 on his beautiful black-brown cob, allowed to be the 

 very handsomest in London. Mr. Henry Chaplin, 

 mounted on his big and handsome grey, appears to 

 me as he canters along quietly by himself to be medi- 

 tating on matters political, possibly turning over in 

 his mind the proceedings in Parliament, with a view 

 before the close of the session of delivering one of 

 those trenchant speeches that delight the sturdy 

 farmers of Lincolnshire and Rutlandshire, who like 

 to hear this popular and respected member speak of 

 spades as spades, when he gives a vigorous and 

 telling dig into the Radical substratum of Westmin- 

 ster. Sir George Wombwell ridas quietly by on 

 Sunbeam, the winner of sundry prizes, a clever hack 

 and handsome animal. Next comes that graceful rider 

 Mrs. Sloane Stanley, at all times the neatest and best 

 appointed horsewoman to be found in the Row, or at 

 the meet of any of the c^ack packs in the kingdom, 

 riding her handsome and blooming chesnut, a fitting 

 steed to carry so faultless a performer. Colonel Far- 

 quharson is on his eccentric-coloured cob — Colonel 

 Learmonth on his marvellously neat bay horse, con- 

 sidered by a very good judge to be as fine as a 

 specimen of a park hack as is to be met with 



