150 THE MEYNELL HOUNDS. 



Markham, of Baggrave Hall ; and Tiptop, a Harrington 

 Cup winner, was a wonder. He had no stouter horse 

 than Dan by Daniel, which went to Mr. C. B. Wright, 

 of the Badsworth. But, when all is said and done, there 

 never was a better than the brown snaffle-bridle horse, 

 Knight Templar, now in his possession. He is up to 

 sixteen stone, never turned his head in his life, and jumps 

 the top twig on the end of a run just the same as he does 

 at the beginning. After some such eulogy as this, the 

 writer asked Lawrence, Mr. Boden's stud-groom, who was 

 quite a character, how many days a week the horse would 

 come out, and the answer was, " As often as you want 

 him." There was an emphasis on the " you ; " and in that 

 case the horse was a good one ; and, indeed, he looks it. 

 As a four-year-old he carried his owner through the great 

 hill run of 1894 : had twenty-eight miles home, and was 

 none the worse for it. 



Mr. Boden has four sons, who are true chips of the old 

 block ; especially the three elder ones — Messrs. Harry, and 

 (the twins) Anthony, and Reginald. Of the former, a 

 local paper says, in a good run with Mr. Rolleston's hounds 

 on January 1st, 1881, from Farley's by Belper, by Denby, 

 by the Kilburn Colliery, by Horsley Church, by Morley, 

 and eventually by Horsley Car, to Coxbench Woods, back 

 by Horsley Car, finally stopping the hounds on the hills 

 above Morley after one hour and fifty-five minutes ; " that 

 Master Harry Boden, riding a very clever grey, rode 

 straight all the way." He was then only thirteen years 

 of age. The others were Lord Petersham, Mr. Palmer 

 of Stanton, Mr. Charlton of Chilwell, Mr. Feilden, Mr. 

 Sitwell, jun., Mr. Wright of Wollaton and his son, and 

 Mr. Canna. So the boy was in good company.* 



But take any of these three, put them down in any 

 country in England, and they will give a good account 

 of themselves, and people will be sure to ask who they 



* Since the above lines were penned a grievous loss has befallen Mr. and Mrs. 

 Henry Boden through their youngest son, John, meeting with a fatal accident 

 while playing polo at Rugby. He was a very promising lad, and a great favourite 

 with everybody. 



