APPENDIX. 



In a letter to the author, dated Curraghmore, September 24th, 1896, 

 the late Duke of Beaufort wrote : — " I called the horse ' Parson,'* and rode 

 him from the second week of November, 1867, and every hunting season 

 until hunting ceased in the spring of 1879. He was a marvellous hunter, 

 could have carried twenty stone hunting, always had a spare leg. I don't 

 remember that we ever parted company, or that I ever lamed him. His 

 only fault was that his feet were flat and that I had to be very careful about 

 his shoeing. I wish I had a dozen like him, but I fear that I shall never 

 be able to hunt again. The ' Parson ' was much more of a bay than a brown, 

 a dark bay. But Chapman the day he brought him for me to look at was 

 galloping at the fence to jump into the field where I was sitting on my 

 horse. The fence had been cut and plastered and laid back into the field 

 where he was. I held up my hand and stopped him, saying, ' Any fool of a 

 horse can jump twenty feet when you gallop him fast enough. Walk him 

 up to it and see what he does.' He jumped the fence standing on to the 

 bank, took one step and then jumped the ditch, which was a very broad one. 

 I said, ' Now you have sold your horse.' " (See page 311, vol. II.) 



In a letter from Frank Gillard, dated April 12th, 1899, George Hotel, 

 Oxford, in answer to one from me asking if he had any mention of my 

 father in his hunting diaries, as he was a contemporary of many of the 

 hunting parsons alluded to in his " Belvoir Reminiscences," he wrote : — 

 " I very much regret your father's name was omitted in my book. He was 

 passionately fond of participating in ' the King of Sports.' No doubt you 

 would remember that the Bishop was adverse to his Clergy going hunting. 

 In connection with this, I remember a very amusing incident. Your father 

 used to say, if he went for a ride hounds invariably ran up against him. 

 One day, when we were running a fox from Aswarby Thorns in the 

 direction of Quarrington, we observed him watching the hounds from the 

 Sleaford and Willoughby road. To avoid getting mixed up with the 

 followers of the chase, he galloped away.f One of the whips, thinking Mr. 

 Yerburgh had the fox in view, set off after him. Your father then rode all 

 the harder, getting clear away and out of sight. I recollect what beautiful 

 chestnuts he used to ride, his own breeding, were they not ? Your brother,]; 

 too, used to go very well on a very fine chestnut, but I have forgotten the 

 name of the animal. § I have a good photograph of your brother, Mr. 



* My father called him " Big Head." Evidently Chapman did not think this euphonious 

 enough to pass on. — Ed. 



t This must have been in the season of Lent. — Ed. 



I Rev. O. P. Wardell Yerburgh. He occasionally, before he took orders, contributed 

 " Accounts of Days with the Belvoir," under the name of "Scout."— Ed. 



§ "Scout," half-brother to " Pathfinder," who won the Grand National, could jump his 

 own height over timber or walls ; eventually went to Rome and won a lot of steeplechases with 

 the Roman Hounds. He was a beggar to refuse, but he never got his own way with O. P. V. 

 on him.^ED. 



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