i64 GOOD SPORT 



hung on his hps, and carried the motion unani- 

 mously ! Now he is the hope of his party, and 

 weighs the affairs of the nation in the balance. The 

 world is made up of all sorts, and it would never do 

 for all to be born "books in breeches," the events 

 of South Africa pretty well proving that a leaven of 

 hunting, racing, and polo was very useful in the 

 hour of need to stiffen up the defence of the nation. 

 When looking through a sketch-book of Cotten- 

 ham university race-meeting impressions, we found 

 amongst the undergraduates who sported their family 

 colours, and rode gallantly over the two and a half 

 miles of country, many names to-day that are to 

 the fore in the camp, the senate, and the world 

 of sport. 



Probably, amongst many successful owners of 

 horses, whose colours are borne to victory for the 

 great classic events and prizes of the turf, there are 

 some who look back to one of the proudest moments 

 of their life, when for the first time they donned 

 silk themselves at Cottenham, and with many a 

 peck and scramble steered a good old slave to win 

 the lasting laurels of fame. What energies these 

 happy days fostered, the memory of which kindles 

 the latent fires that for a time may have remained 

 dormant within us, those quickening reminiscences 

 of the sports and pastimes of youth. 



Mr. J. Maunsell Richardson, the pilot of Dis- 

 turbance and Reugny in their Grand National 

 victories, reminds us that it is nearly half a century 

 ago when, an undergraduate at Cambridge, he rode 

 together with the present vicar of Waltham, the 

 Rev. J. P. Seabrooke, over the steeplechase course 

 at Cottenham. To-day both can go to the top of a 

 Leicestershire field in a quick thing with hounds, 

 and stay there, though two younger generations of 



