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read woman and she knew a lot about blood stock. It 

 was a matter of surprise to me when she changed the 

 name of Christie Johnstone to Christie, not being aware 

 of the title of Besant's novel which I had given to the 

 mare as being a daughter of Sailor Lad. That, how- 

 ever, is a trifle, into which anyone might be entrapped. 



The late Lord Londonderry was the staunchest 

 possible Unionist, and he was about the strongest 

 supporter of Sir Edward Carson in the trouble before 

 the war. His son is equally staunch now, but I am not 

 concerning myself with the present generation. I am 

 thinking solely of the gracious lady and great sports- 

 woman as well as of the very good man and nobleman her 

 husband, who have gone to their account, and we shall 

 be lucky any of us if we have at the finish so much 

 to the credit as they had on the books of the recording 

 angel. 



Corcyra was the best horse they ever bred, but there 

 were many other good ones. He had proved himself 

 a successful sire at the time of his early death. His 

 daughter, Blue Dun, is an amply sufficient memorial 

 to him. 



My mind is so full of pleasant memories that I am 

 half afraid of becoming prolix. Still, at the present 

 time, when the Lascelles family is so much before the 

 public, it is not out of place to mention the Hon. George 

 Lascelles, of Sion Hill, who was very well known with 

 the Bedale and other North Yorkshire packs in the 

 seventies and eighties. I knew him well in those days, 

 and a delightful man he was to know; an always 

 courteous sportsman. He rode good weight-carrying 

 horses, though he did not at that period pretend to ride 

 hard. Nor, for that matter, did his brother, the Hon. 



