T 4 4 ECHOES OF SPORT 



fine pack of hounds, and an Italian M.F.H. 

 who was a real sportsman. 



Foxes there were in abundance, and some 

 of the best coverts were ancient tombs and 

 ruins. 



The meets were usually five or six miles 

 beyond the walls, a luncheon tent was one of 

 the features, and though it rather conduced 

 to coffee-housing, it was all very amusing. 



The going on the Campagna is the most 

 perfect in the world; short, springy turf, 

 rolling away like billows for miles and 

 miles, firm and true, with very few holes 

 or treacherous places, over which one can 

 gallop at will. 



The stiff grey post and rails, mostly three 

 bars, are serious obstacles, from four to five 

 feet high ; they look harmless enough, and 

 as if one could break them like matchwood, 

 but they are made of the toughest vine wood, 

 and if a horse breasts or knees them, he and 

 his rider will come a very pretty fall, and the 

 old grey stazionate be not a penny the worse. 

 So stiff and unbreakable are they that a 



