THE TRANSYLVANIA CORNING 



sweetly sang seemed to take possession of the young 

 lady: 



" Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, 

 Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk! 

 But like the soft west wind she shot along, 

 And where she went, the flowers took thickest root 

 As she had sowed them with her odorous foot." 



The gallant Kentuckians, good losers as well as 

 good winners, turned their eyes to the Corning group 

 and swung their hats and cheered. It was a proud 

 moment for the New Yorkers, and there was no 

 shadow upon their visit to Lexington. 



Later Harrietta passed to Mr. H. O. Havemeyer, 

 who drove her on the road in single and double 

 harness, and who finally made a brood mare of her 

 on his farm at Commack, L. I. Mr. Havemeyer 

 was one of the early visitors to Stony Ford, and he 

 once thought that he had a world-beater in Mara- 

 thon, but the horse went wrong, and his owner was 

 called upon to nurse a disappointment. The road 

 horse has been Mr. Havemeyer's recreation all his 

 life, and one of his earnest rivals in his mature years 

 was Colonel Oliver H. Payne. On a noble hill, mid- 

 way between Stamford and Greenwich, and which 

 commands a view of Long Island Sound, dear to the 

 soul of every yachtsman, and which permits the eye 

 to sweep all the surrounding country, Mr. Have- 

 meyer has a summer home dedicated to domestic 

 comfort. The breeze finds you somewhere on the 

 extensive piazzas on the hottest of days, and it kisses 



