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other capital cover in the cream of the shires. Next 

 I come across that spirited coach proprietor, Captain 

 Hargreaves, who, I beheve, intends to run to Ports- 

 mouth again during the ensuing season, though he 

 does not mean to put an up and down coach at their 

 road, as has been stated. Then I meet Mr. Seager 

 Hunt, whose intention of starting a coach to Box 

 Hill has been announced, causing an amount of 

 excitement amongst the proprietors of the coach 

 that ran last year to Box Hill and Dorking, vide 

 advertisement in the columns of Belts Life in 

 London of the 21st December, and who signify 

 their intention of again running from Hatchett's 

 at an early period of the season. 



By this time Tattersall's was reached, and I 

 entered within the portals of that well-arranged 

 and admirably - conducted establishment ; there I 

 find business proceeding as usual, and hear Mr. 

 Edmund Tattersall exclaiming, •' What shall I say 

 for the bay mare ? Four hundred, three hundred 

 and fifty, three hundred, two hundred and fifty 

 guineas is bid for the mare ; a capital fencer, well 

 known with the Quorn, the Cottesmore, and the 

 Belvoir — run her down." Convenient and exten- 

 sive as the present premises are, they do not har- 

 monise with the recollections of old times at the 

 " Corner ; " better suited, no doubt, for the largely- 

 increased business, but not so cosy-looking as the 

 old yard ; but, of course, old-fashioned people do 

 not like modern improvements, and it is their 

 privilege to compare invidiously the present with 

 the past. '' Old times are changed, old manners 

 gone ; " ah, and old friends and acquaintances 



