360 The Post and the Paddock. 



What a fine old rider Lord Lonsdale was ! and 

 Lambert's voice, it beat every one's I ever heard, but 

 Mr. Maher's. Count Sandor, he was an odd un, he 

 was ; he said, " He did come to von little place, called 

 Meltone." Then they sent him to the tailor as lived 

 at South Croxton, to get his breeches made ; it was 

 on a Sunday too, after church ; but off he would go. 

 When he comes back, he said, " When I did leave the 

 town I did come to a door ; de horse, he would not 

 open de door, so I make him jump over de door, and 

 as I come back, I did jump all de doors." He was 

 very fond of hunting me, he was. The bog ground 

 once broke and let me in. " I brought vun Christian 

 to de ground" if he didn't begin that way with his 

 groom before he got off his horse at night. The name 

 pleased him, you see. 



A regular good un Lord Rancliffe was across 

 country ; many's the horse I've bought for him, poor 

 man ! Captain White, too, he's a splendid horseman, 

 but he'd not go through such a hard day as Sir James 

 Musgrave. Sir James, he'd make a point, but he'd 

 never persevere to catch hounds ; if ever he meant 

 going, no one beat him. Such tackle ! horses like 

 peas ; old-fashioned ones, with short bang-tails. No 

 one ever saw Sir James with a small-hipped horse ; 

 horses will always jump with great hips and rumps, 

 and hocks a little in. Then there's Sir Thomas 

 Whichcote : there have been precious few finer 

 riders than him in Leicestershire ; and such a clip- 

 ping stud of horses ! My word, I broke in the 

 first hunter he ever had; that 'ud be when he was 

 at Glaston. 



^ The savagest horse I ever saw was that Euxton of 

 Captain White's, and Manchester next to him. The 

 Captain was a great friend to me. I mind when he 

 sent for me to Euxton, he says, " Dick, if he falls with 

 you, mind you sit him, or he'll worry you." The 

 bridle got off his ears, to begin with, but I got that 



