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(Mr. Owen) and Mr. Kynaston (son of Sir Edward) trained on very 

 much whilst I was in the country. Let them look to Will Staples ; 

 they cannot study a better master. 



Of Mr. Mytton, as a rider, I need not say much, for he is as well 

 known as the horse at Charing-cross, Strength will be served : and 

 few men make more of a hunter than he does over a strong and deep 

 country. As a proof of this, his horses scarcely ever stop with him, 

 though he is not particular as to his ground or pace ; and as to 

 fences, there are times when the larger they are the better he likes 

 them. The time of the day, however, does not operate only upon 

 him. My old friend. Sir Edward Smythe, is a much better man 

 after luncheon than he is before ; and I know no one who does 

 more credit to a little jumping powder than he does. I have seen 

 the time when I would back him to leap five-barred gates with any 

 man in England. 



Although not exactly connected with Shropshire, yet as a rider 

 very well known in that part of the country, I cannot pass over a 

 very old friend of mine, because I think he excels in the art I have 

 been speaking of. "When I first knew him his name was Lloyd 

 Kenyon, first cousin to Mr. Kenyon of Pradoe ; then, by an 

 acquisition of fortune, it was Lloyd Lloyd ; and now, by another 

 turn of the wheel, it is Lloyd Williams. 



This gentleman resides at Penylan, on the banks of the river 

 Britain, and within easy reach of Sir Eichard Puleston's and Sir 

 Watkin's hounds, and he can occasionally reach the Cheshire ; but 

 he has been, for several seasons, an attendant on Sir Thomas 

 Mostyn's hounds in Oxfordshire. I do not mean to say that my 

 friend was ever a Tom Smith, or a Holyoake ; but this I will say 

 of him (and he has always kept a good place with hounds), that 

 what he does he does well. He has a particularly neat seat ; his 

 horse is always well saddled and bridled ; and from the sole of his 

 boot to the crown of his hat he is dressed like a sportsman and a 

 gentleman. 



There is another gentleman in this part of the world worthy of 

 notice. His name is Newton of Pickhill Hall, near Wrexham. 

 Though a great weight, he' makes a capital fight over a country ; 

 but I remember him at Oxford, where he took a very fair degree with 



