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in the days of my vanity drunk delight of battle 

 with my peers far on the ringing plains of many a 

 county, grass and forest, down and dale." 



To sportsmen all, to friends of ray youth, who, 

 because they think they have lost their " grip and 

 go," noTv confine their equestrian pursuits to Rotten 

 Row, or betake themselves to the Riviera, I, as one 

 of the ancients, would say, " Return to your old 

 familiar winter quarters. Even in a winter like the 

 present the skies are clearer than in London, and the 

 rain at least as cleanly. What pursuits have you 

 whose delight has been in — 



'"The steed's brave bound and the opening hound'? 



What pursuits have such as you by the shores of 

 the Mediterranean ? Better the mud from the dog- 

 cart wheels on the way to the meet than the dust 

 from the motor-car on the Corniche road, the cheery 

 jog to covert than the stroll on the glaring Promenade 

 des Anglais ! " 



Here is the ideal mount for you ! He is 15 "01 hands, 

 his shoulders are long, his girth is deep, his feet are 

 as flint, his legs as of iron ; he can flex those hocks of 

 his in trot and canter, and, " mounting you like a 

 castle," can step away with you at a walk an honest 

 six miles an hour. His mouth is light, and he will 

 turn from no fence you put him at should vaulting 

 ambition possess you to-day, but will jump it de- 

 liberately, with safety and activity. 



Up with you, then, and jog on once more to the 

 well-known field that overlooks the little glen with 



