HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. lo; 



down (that was before I learnt the secret how to 

 look calm and collected at the end of the day). 

 Lady Florence : " Why in the world don't you 

 have your hair cut short Hke mine ? " 



Later on there was a terrible fuss over her 

 ladyship's head-dress. Queen Victoria refused 

 to allow my lady to appear at the Drawing- 

 room without the orthodox plumes. 



Another fair lady was Mrs. Sloane Stanley 

 — and how lovely she was, with such perfect 

 hands and seat ; never in difficulties, and always 

 in the ri^ht place. 



But I must not forget our own countryman 

 — one of whom we may all be proud. At eighty 

 years old Mr. Wingfield Baker could sail over 

 the Shires with the best. I remember him on 

 a smart little brown horse without the slightest 

 hesitation jumping as nasty a stile as you often 

 meet with. He met his death while hunting 

 with the Blackmoor Vale Hounds. 



During one of my visits to Leicestershire I 

 came in for the great run with the Queen's Stag 

 Hounds, and with that I give you the accounts 

 of several good days I enjoyed, taken from The 

 Field. 



1878. 



Were I to go into full detail of last week's 

 sport, I should want a quill from the wing of 

 Pegasus, and your readers might want more 

 than ordinary patience to wade through it, so 

 I shall content myself with doing as the naughty 

 boy did in the nursery rhyme, and " pick out the 



