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the equal to which, for severity and protracted 

 extent, is not to be found in the annals of the meteor- 

 ological reports. 



Being very kindly mvited to join the party at 

 luncheon by Mr. Mostyn, I availed myself of the 

 proffered hospitality, and, being introduced to Lady 

 Mostyn, who now occupies the Grange, took my 

 place at the table, beneath the roof which was 

 so long the home of that staunch supporter and 

 patron of the turf, Sir Joseph Hawley. Over the 

 mantelpiece was the picture of Rosi crucian, with 

 his trainer, Mr. Tweed ; and, after the repast was 

 concluded, I had the opportunity of seeing the 

 distinguished and lamented sportsman's study, the 

 works of which were ornamented by pictures of his 

 favourite and most fortunate horses, viz., Tedding- 

 ton. Beadsman, Blue Gown, and Musjid. 



After this we proceeded across the park to the 

 stables, calling upon Mr. Tweed, who resides near 

 them, and who now farms the land ; the paddocks 

 no longer being tenanted by a string of thorough- 

 breds as in days of yore, and the stables without 

 occupants, now that the owner of the once large 

 stud, which was to be seen at Leybourne Grange, 

 is laid beneath the turf. Then we retraced our 

 steps, pulling up for a few minutes at the kennels 

 at AYrotham. Alighting from the dog-cart, George 

 Bollen met and showed us the remainder of his 

 hounds, the condition of which do him infinite 

 credit. No pack in the country can look better, 

 and I may safely prophesy that when the frost 

 really goes, and the ground is fit to ride over once 

 more, they will be found in right good form. The 



