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a more hospitable man I never met. He carried 

 everything out on the same principle as his dress. 

 His small stud-farm was a model of neatness ; his 

 Alderney cows, spaniels, etc., were all on a par, so 

 far as smart appearance was concerned. 



Speaking of Stockbridge reminds me of a very 

 sporting little affair that took place at one of the 

 meetings there, which was one of the merriest fights 

 whilst it lasted I have ever seen. It was between 

 Alec Lawson, of London, and Frank Wilson (the 

 Mouse), of Birmingham. " The Mouse " had been in 

 training for three or four weeks, and being a thin 

 man, was fairly fit. Lawson had only been told 

 to get himself ready in case he was wanted a week 

 before. All at once Alec was wired for, and he was 

 sent down on his own account, and not being a very 

 particular fellow, he went to a lodging-house in 

 Stockbridge where all the card-sellers and roughs 

 put up. He said that he only had three shillings in 

 the world, and they stole that from him, but he 

 found out Alec Keene and George Brown in the 

 morning, had some breakfast, a good walk, and came 

 up to fight as he was. It was the best-arranged 

 affair I ever knew of. 



Mr, John Day (Clerk of the Course) was so 

 satisfied with the able manner in which the Hamp- 



