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generally fell about equal in sex, and nearly all 

 the heifers possessed that milking specialty for which 

 his dam Bessy was so remarkable. Such were our 

 memories of '59. 



Strangers and natives concur in describing Burnley 

 and the parts adjacent as a veritable "vale of tears," 

 all the year round. Mr. Jorrocks would have observed 

 that he was " saliwated by the wet ;" and profiting by 

 our previous experience, we dare not have obeyed 

 Mr. Straffbrd's " call of the house" without an un- 

 deniable dreadnought in reserve. "The Drum" has 

 been certamly a symbol of fair and not of foul 

 weather at To\vneley ; but be that as it may, Culshaw, 

 amid his other avocations, had made quite an Admiral 

 Fitzroy of himself for some time previous to the sale, 

 and derived much solid comfort from the deluge on 

 Sunday and Monday. There was quite a house 

 levee in the course of Tuesday afternoon, when the 

 cow-boxes and bull-houses were thrown open to 

 Lady Pigot, Captain Gunter, Mr. Torr, Mr. C. P. 

 Cell, and the other visitors. The entertainment was 

 more quaint than usual, and her ladyship "dallied 

 with her golden chain, and smiling put the question 

 by," as Culshaw suddenly thirsted for information, 

 not to say " paused for a reply," while Roan Knight's 

 Butterfly and Royal Butterfly's Duchess were under 

 review, as to why two Hanover Square cheques 

 should have been recently sent to Colonel Towneley 

 with certain names erased. 



Wednesday's atmosphere was clear and keen, and 

 the sun went down for the last time on the first 

 Towneley herd with calm promise for the morrow. 

 Knuckles were busy on the weather glasses, from an 

 early hour on Thursday, and the advance of six 

 degrees to the good during the night in the one 

 we noted, had its setoff in a slight fall of snow 

 during breakfast ; but twelve o'clock came and de- 

 parted without any more bad symptoms, and an 



