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Colonel Harford on a hunter-like grey moves quietly 

 along ; and then I observe another neat rider, Mr. B. 

 W. Lubbock, who I have seen when hunting from 

 Melton riding in right good form with the Quorn, 

 the Belvoir, and the Cottesmore. Then Lord Alger- 

 non Lennox riding a little horse goes steadily by ; 

 and ]\Ir. Harvie Farquhar, Mr. Villiers, and the Messrs. 

 Dresden are seen taking their customary exercise in 

 the Row. But now appears upon the scene a grace- 

 ful rider, mounted upon a tall, well-mannered horse, 

 which she handles with skill; of commanding stature, 

 elegant and beautiful, is this lady — only to be 

 adequately described in the language of the poet — 

 ' Her form is fresher than the morning rose, when 

 the dew wets its leaves; unstained and pure as 

 is the lily or the mountain snow," and I recognise, if 

 I mistake not, the youthful Countess of Lonsdale. 

 Conspicuous amongst the best mounted men in the 

 Row is Colonel Farquharson, riding a very handsome 

 little horse, which, if I remember rightly, was pur- 

 chased recently at a very high figure. 



Then as I draw uj) beneath the shade of one of 

 the overhanging trees — not by any means in order to 

 be out of the sun, for it did not deign to make itself 

 visible on this occasion, but for the purpose of obser- 

 vation — I note a lady and gentleman riding together. 

 Extremely handsome is the former, faultlessly dressed, 

 beautifully mounted on an extremely good-looking 

 chesnut ; whilst the cavalier, evidently, a heau 

 sahreur of the first water, handles his superb bright 

 chesnut horse in a way that shows him to be a 

 horseman of no ordinary qualifications. Sure such 

 a pair were never seen, so justly formed to meet by 



