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Trojan's picture still hangs on the wall at Sundorno, and 

 will well rej^ay a sportsman's visit, Mr. Dry den Corbet 

 will, I am sure, allow it to be inspected. Will Barrow, 

 tbe huntsman, was a character of his day. After his 

 death, there was discovered in boxes, in old stockings, and 

 in all sorts of queer places, a sum of ^1,400, besides suits 

 of clothes sufficient for a parish. Never was such a clear 

 case of the love of the proverbial " stocking." He might 

 have taken a farm, or put his money out at interest, but 

 he could not tear himself away from the old saddle-room 

 at Sundorne. That night was a merry one at Sundorne, 

 for Nimrod concludes his account of it thus : — 



" As a proof of our mirth, Mrs. Corbet told me with 

 the greatest good humour, that since she had been a.t 

 Sunclorne she had never heard the sound of voices from 

 the dining-room to the drawing-room before that day ; 

 but the fact was, that when any good anecdote was 

 related of a spoiting nature, one of the young Trojans 

 (there were four in the room), would put his finger to his 

 ear and cheer it with a holloa that made the old castle 

 ring." 



ELEVENTH WEEK— January 5 to 10. 



Eacing and steeplechasing are dried up and frozen 

 out subjects just now, and the number of entries for the 

 spring handicaps do not bring encouragement for the 

 coming year. The subject of Shrewsbury races was 

 ventilated last week, at a public meeting, in not a highly- 

 becoming way — the teetotallers choosing it as their field 

 day. Joking apart, it is hardly on such grounds as these, 

 we opine, that this old country meeting is destined to 

 continue, or become abated. Granted, that racing, as it 

 is carried on at present, has lost much of its local charm, 

 does less for the improvement of the local breed of 

 horses, and draws together fewer notables of a neigh- 

 bourhood. Is racing, combined with steeplechasing and 

 hunters' races, on this account, to be altogether eschewed 

 by the respectability of the county ? Is nothing to be 

 done in a county like Salop to rescue a national 

 pastime from the hands of the destroyer? If so, the 



