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wrong. The last arrival is Mr, Arthur Cochrane, for many 

 years of Langton Grange, and now residing at Kibworth 

 Harcourt, one of the oldest members and hardest riders of the 

 hunt. Scarcely are the ' ladies ' in covert before it is our ill luck 

 to chop a vixen. But Shang-Holt has yet another ' ball of 

 worsted ' to spare, and away we go with a fair scent to Nosely 

 (no fox ever took any other line from Shangton Holt), where 

 there is no halt this time, thence to Stonton Wood and Cranoe 

 where we lose him. A covert called Sheepthorn affords us a 

 gallop towards Carlton Clump, resulting however, as before. 

 We try it again, but without success, and a move is then 

 made towards Rolleston, formerly the residence of the 

 celebrated Mr. Greene, of fox-hunting renown. A find and a 

 rattling gallop to Norton Gorse bring the day's sport to a 

 conclusion, though unfortunately not with a kill ; and then 

 those of us who remain — for the spring day is far spent — say 

 'Good-bye,' with a hearty shake of the hand, to one of the best 

 of sportsmen, best of masters, hardest of riders, and most 

 hospitable of squires, as he turns his horse's head for home with 

 an aching heart. Few horsemen who have sustained so many 

 serious falls as Mr. Tailby have ever retained their nerve as he 

 has done. But his courage has never failed him for a moment, 

 and right well has he taught many younger men how to ride 

 over Leicestershire during the last twenty-two years : — 



O ! show me the country that he cannot cross. 



Be it open or wood, be it upland or moss ; 



Through the fog or the sunshine, the calm or the squall. 



By daylight or starlight, or no light at all. 



