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gratified to think that he left me a very excellent engraving of 

 the famous mare, Parasol, for it seems to prove that however 

 unworthily I had struck a sympathetic chord with a good 

 sportsman even in early and often foolish days. 



Some little time after the above extract was published 

 in The Sportsman, Mr C. S. Newton was good enough to 

 write me a letter on the subject, and this I also published 

 in The Sportsman, with further details of my own : 



MORE MEMORIES 



(By the Special Commissioner) 



Friday, 

 THE OTHER DAY 



I wrote the other day about the death of the late Mr W. H. P. 

 Jenkins, and mentioned a horse which I had in those times, and 

 I have received the following letter, which, I need hardly say, 

 I have read with the greatest possible interest, and I am sure it 

 will be of equal interest to many of my readers. The horse in 

 question was originally named Angram, from the name of the 

 farm near Coxwold, in North Yorkshire, where he was bred 

 and reared, but when I bought him for Mr Lindsay Smith, the 

 now well-known banker, he renamed him the Cardinal. I said 

 in my recent article on the subject that Mr C. S. Newton would 

 be able to correct me if my memory went astray when I stated 

 that it was he who wanted to buy the horse from Lindsay Smith 

 after his first race, and it will be seen from his letter that I made 

 no mistake, though the incidents referred to are some forty-five 

 years old : 



MYRTLE GROVE, PATCHING, 

 WORTHING, 

 Dec. 2, 1917. 



DEAR SIR, " Angram/' the story of a wasted horse, as far as 

 my memory carries me. It seems as if it were only yesterday 

 that I went to Lindsay Smith's rooms in Balliol to try to buy 

 Cardinal, and I remember meeting you there, when I was very 

 anxious to buy. I'm not quite certain, to use Harry Custance's 

 expression, that you didn't " queer the pitch." I rode in Cardinal's 

 last race. Close home three or four of us were within hail, but I 

 thought we should never catch the leader, when down he went 

 at a very boggy ditch, with fence on the landing side. I don't at 

 the moment remember what I rode or who won, but there is 

 always a picture of Cardinal in my mind. Had I been lucky 



