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throughout the metropohs. Lady Charles Kerr rides 

 her dark-brown pony, which it is said her lady- 

 ship alone can manage, being thoroughly able 

 to control his wicked, Avilful ways, and having both 

 hands and heart, as you may see, when she drives 

 her clever-looking ponies. Yonder goes Lord Aling- 

 ton, accompanied by his children mounted upon 

 marvellously good ponies, the boy, apparently eight 

 or nine years of age, thoroughly at home in the 

 saddle, showing abundant promise of good horse- 

 manship in the future. Cantering by us now is 

 Baron Ferdinand de Rothschild on his handsome 

 and clever-stepping chesnut, accompanied by Miss 

 Alice de Rothschild, equally well mounted. Then 

 appears a distinguished foreigner, whose handsome 

 horse impatiently champs the bit, pawing the 

 ambient air, and caracoling in a fashion highly 

 suggestive of sawdust and the haute ecole rather 

 than a comfortable evening's ride in Rotten Row : 

 Mr. Cyril Flower, one of the most genial men in 

 society, rides a very handsome nag, which, if I 

 mistake not, is a mare called Emerald, once the 

 property of Lord Spencer. And now, there pass 

 us Captain Digby Wingfield, riding a magnificent 

 dark-bay horse, a style of animal not very readily 

 picked up ; and Captain and the Hon. Mrs. Candy, 

 as familiar to us in the Row as in the hunting- 

 field, where, at a respectful distance, I have fre- 

 quently followed them over the pleasant pastures 

 of Leicestershire, not without fear of coming to 

 grief through such a piece of presumption, as they 

 are hard, very hard, when riding to the Quorn in 

 a twenty-five minutes' burst at a racing pace. 



