4 ECHOES OF OLD COUNTY LIFE. 



in charging a tremendous bullfincher, where it hung upon 

 a prickly whitethorn about ten feet high. I think he ran 

 third, out of a field of fourteen. The race was won by 

 ]\Ir. H. Bluiidell, who afterv\'ards distinguished himself 

 in the Crimea, and is now a colonel and was a member 

 of the late House of Commons. Another time that I 

 met Lord Cork in the saddle was in Lord Carrington's 

 park at High Wycombe, the last day poor Charles Davis 

 hunted Her Majesty's hounds, as he had a severe fall 

 over the wire of a telegraph pole, and, I think, never 

 recovered sufficiently to hunt the pack again. 



Many amusing episodes rise to my mind as I recall 

 memories of men long passed away, and of others still 

 living. One of the most accomplished and most agree- 

 able men it was ever my lot to meet was the late Mr. 

 Mowbray Morris, the then financial manager of the 

 Times. He was a remarkably handsome man, faultlessly 

 dressed and perfect in his " get up," rode good horses — 

 which he kept at Winslow with Harry Poole, the great 

 arbiter of fashion in Savile Row, — and hunted generally 

 with Lord Southampton's hounds and " Squire Drake's," 

 but often with " the Baron." He was not a good 

 horseman, and one day his horse, soon after the start, got 

 the better of him, and carried him unwittingly amongst 

 the pack. Lord Southampton, who often used very 

 strong language, and would never submit to any breach 

 of hunting manners, rode after him, and yelled out, 



"Hold hard, you printer!" His lordship had 



decided in his mind that any one connected with TJie 

 Times must necessarily be a printer. 



When the 'Varsity Races were over the Broughton 



