THE QUORN HUNT. 35 



and Widmerpool, is a country that may 

 well be termed holding. 



A quaint old place is Quorn, classical in 

 connection with all things appertaining to 

 the chase. The old hall, where so many 

 choice spirits have held their court, if its 

 ancient walls could but recount the scenes 

 that have been enacted within their pre- 

 cincts, might divulge some entertaining 

 secrets. The church, too, affords a subject 

 of peculiar interest in an antique tomb of 

 the Hartham family, dating as far back as 

 the time of the Crusaders. But a most 

 interesting relic, in the estimation of a 

 sportsman, is one of the hoofs and a piece 

 of the skin of Eclipse, in the possession of 

 the late Mr Cradock, and is still in the 

 hands of his family. The foot appears to 

 have suffered from contraction, and the 

 sole bears evidence of what is termed a 

 pumice conformation ; the front of the hoof 

 is remarkably thick, and has evidently been 

 subjected to a very coarse rasp. There is 

 another peculiarity worthy of notice — the 

 shoe was attached with only six nails, show- 



