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too ; and I see but few of the habitues of that well- 

 known haunt that I used to know in olden times 

 as regular attendants at the " Corner." Well, it 

 is the nature of things to change, and as it is 

 considerably past fifty years since I was a school- 

 fellow of the late Eichard Tattersall, at Richard- 

 son's establishment for young gentlemen, in com- 

 pany with two of the Kembles, Listen, jun., Terry, 

 and others who have passed away, it is not very 

 surprising to find alterations after so long a lapse 

 of time, and it is excusable, in the teeth of such 

 old recollections, if one should exclaim, — 



" Oh ! for the touch of a vanished hand, 

 The sound of a voice that is still." 



But this is dwelling on a cold scent, running to heel 

 in fact, and your readers, no doubt, will exclaim, 

 "Enough of the past ! Hark forward, hark forward, 

 'oldun.'" 



There is no better mode for a man who knows his 

 way about, and is a good judge of horse flesh, to 

 obtain a stud at a moderate cost than by taking 

 his chance at the fall of the hammer, running the 

 risk of occasionally picking up a screw, or meeting 

 with a clinker by a piece of good luck, as I did, — 

 purchasing a grand hunter for forty-five guineas. 

 I well remember on one occasion noticing amongst 

 the stud which Lord Cardigan had sent up to 

 the hammer, an exceptionally handsome bay horse, 

 with a very badly scarred knee, which I thought 

 would so far detract from his value as to bring 

 him within my reach, and I thought for such 

 a good-looking animal, with the reputation that 



