2 Random Recollections of the 



rising sun owing to the possession of the briish, 

 war paint, excitement, and perspiration. On 

 my arrival I was met by a worthy old domestic, 

 who stood aghast at my gory visage, express- 

 ing the greatest solicitude, and earnestly 

 inquiring how the sad accident had happened. 

 I heaved a long drawn sigh, on which she, 

 good soul, proposed sending for the doctor, 

 until I burst into a fit of laughter, when, after 

 staring with astonishment,she exclaimed : *' Oh, 

 it^s only your gillery," (which, being interpreted 

 from the vernacular, means guile), '' 3^ou're 

 making game of me, go and get your face 

 washed before the callers come." 



My father was a lover of horses, and 

 generally kept a couple of brood mares, the 

 best he could lay his hands upon, and the 

 produce of these, after being bitted and 

 " gentled " at two years old, were broken and 

 ridden the two following summers. For this 

 purpose he had the services of a wiry man, 

 who lived a few miles away, and had been 

 brought up at Newmarket, but getting too 

 heavy for riding on the flat took up the 

 profession of breaking. He was a fine horse- 

 man, with beautiful hands, and made his 



