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pedestrians, equestrians, and people in all sorts of 

 vehicles, awaiting the arrival of the Qiiorn, showing 

 that the sport is as popular as ever, and attracts as 

 much, or even more attention than in bygone days. 

 Punctual to time, Mr. Coupland, the Master of the 

 Quorn, rode up, followed by Tom Firr and his twenty- 

 one couple of fine hounds ladies to-day in brilliant, 

 or what I should call racing, condition. Then the 

 arrivals increase, and I have a cheery greeting from 

 Captain Elmhirst and a welcome from the master, who 

 I was glad to find has regained his old form. Next I 

 see Captain Middleton, and I was glad to find him 

 none the worse for the severe fall he had in the spring. 

 Then I observe Mr. Lubbock mounted on a remarkably 

 clever-looking gray, which I recollect to have seen 

 him ride a year or two since. Then my attention is 

 attracted by the appearance on the scene of several 

 ladies, and I find the Countess of Cardigan well 

 mounted. Lady Florence Dixie next arrives, looking 

 as fit to go as ever, receiving many congratulations on 

 her reappearance in these parts, her ladyship having 

 been in distant countries of late, where they hunt not 

 the fox. Then Mr. Chaplin, of Brooksby, rides up, 

 accompanied by his daughter, on a good-looking horse, 

 going well to hounds on all occasions. Then I notice 

 Mr. W. Chaplin, of Wyndham Lodge, and his daughter, 

 who, I am told, goes like a bird; Captain and Mrs. 

 Molyneux, both of whom are difficult to beat; Mr. 

 Parker, who is living this year at Wicklow Lodge; 

 Captain "Whitmore, of four-in-hand fame; Mr. and 

 Mrs. Pennington (nee Hartopp), of Dalby Hall; 

 Miss Livingstone, who, I am told, is a first-class per- 

 former ; General Burnaby, Captain Farley Turner, Sir 



