CHAPTER XIV. 



SIR EGBERT HARVEY'S HARRIERS. 



If your horse be well bred o,nd in blooming condition, 

 Up to the country and up to your weight, 



Oh, then give the reins to your youthful ambition, 

 Sit down in your saddle, and keep his head straight. 



IT was with a feeling of strong conviction that the 

 above advice was thoroughly sound that I made up 

 my mind to have a day with Sir Robert Harvey's 

 Harriers, of which I have often heard very favourable 

 reports, and with which, in bygone days, when they 

 were the property of his Royal Highness Prince 

 Albert, and were under the management of Colonel 

 Hood, I have had many a rare good gallop in the 

 neighbourhood of Windsor. Ascertaining that the 

 fixture was at the village of Wraysbury, I requested 

 Mr. Sherley, of Twickenham, to send on a favourite 

 horse, which I have ridden on several occasions, and 

 which I like better every time I get off him, and em- 

 barking on board a South-Western train, I journeyed 

 to Staines, in order that I might go hunting the hare, 

 as a pleasant pastime and agreeable occupation at this 

 season of the year. Arriving at Staines, I promptly 

 sought out the well-known establishment of Mr. 



