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River Soar below Whitstone, to Enderby Warren, making a dis- 

 tance of twenty-eight miles ; which was run in two hours and 

 fifteen minutes; on Monday, Feb. 24th, 1800." 



Mr. Loraine Smith possessed some very superior horses. He 

 bought a mare, known as the Highwayman's mare, which was 

 often sold, but always returned on account of the many tricks 

 she had acquired in her service upon the road with her first 

 master. She bred several hunters, of great note; — Bagshot, 

 Felon, Hawke, Shop-lifter, Botany Bay, and Pickpocket. The 

 two first were sold for 200 guineas each, to Lord Spencer ; they 

 are buried in the park, and their pictures are still retained in 

 the house at Althorp. Hawke was trained, but would not run 

 when stripped ; he would run well in clothes. Lord Stair 

 bought Pickpocket. Mr. Loraine Smith had also a celebrated 

 horse, called Harry, sold at the hammer for 300 guineas, to Mr. 

 Dickenson, the proprietor of an article termed Gowland's 

 Lotion. The purchaser, on riding him out of Tattersall's yard, 

 was proceeding down the Haymarket, when the horse fell down 

 and broke both knees. The accident did not affect the validity 

 of the sale, and, in the true spirit of honour, of course the money 

 was paid. 



It would be tedious to enumerate more of the stud, belong- 

 ing either to Mr. Meynell or his friend, as the names of hunters, 

 unless accompanied by their pedigrees, are interesting only to 

 those in whom they may awaken reminiscences connected with 

 their performances. One more, an Irish horse, Ringtail, may 

 be mentioned, as it appears that he was distinguished for most 

 extraordinary faculty of wind. He could go after a hard frost, 

 without a gallop. He was thought a very rare horse, and car- 

 ried the Marquis of Anglesea, in extraordinary style, in a 

 fiimous run with Mr. Meynell, from Whitstone Gorse. When 

 this horse died, he was opened, and his heart and lungs were 

 found to be most marvellously small. Does this circumstance 

 throw any light upon the requisites for good wind ? 



I conclude this memoir with a laughable epitaph upon the 



