3o6 Hark Away. 



grounds on this memorable occasion ; for a more 

 perfect summer's day lias never been experienced. 



Calmly reposing under the shade of a noble 

 chestnut tree, whose drooping branches swept the 

 ground, you surveyed contentedly tlie pleasant 

 scene. Punctual to tlie appointed time, the Au- 

 stralian competitors appeared on the ground, having 

 been tooled down to Orleans House by Captain 

 Wombwell ; and the business of the day commenced 

 with but little delay. A considerable number of 

 spectators had already assembled, to be added to, 

 hour by hour, until there was gathered a vast as- 

 semblage, who applauded a hard hit or a clever 

 piece of fielding, to tlie echo, w^hilst ever and anon 

 the music of the splinter-bars and the tramp of 

 horses announced the arrival of a well-known drag. 



Among the early arrivals, I observed Major Jary, 

 driving his neatly-appointed coach and four useful 

 nags, accompanied by a full load of ladies and 

 gentlemen ; followed by Captain Whitmore, whose 

 handsome team of beautifully-matched and clever- 

 stepping greys attracted the usual amount of atten- 

 tion, as they trotted up to the space set aside for 

 the members of the Coaching Club. Next to appear 

 was the Duke of Beaufort, accompanied by the 

 Countess of Westmoreland (who sat by his Grace's 

 side). Lord Arthur Somerset, and a party of well- 

 known visitors ; his Grace handling the excellent 

 team of three bays and a light-brown in a style 

 worthy of the President of the Four-in-Hand and 

 Coaching Clubs. Then came Sir Thomas Peyton, 

 driving four well-matched business-like animals — 

 greys, as a matter of course ; followed by the Earl 



