2i8 GOOD SPORT 



Belvoir, the foundation of all excellence, not very far 

 removed. Those we saw most of when composing 

 a picture group were ChurHsh, a six-season hunter 

 and Peterborough champion. Her lines were most 

 captivating ; a beautiful type in miniature, standing 

 on the best of feet and legs, with neck and shoulders 

 cast in the Belvoir mould. Churlish was by Mr. 

 Brookes' Woodman from Charity. Valid, another 

 Peterborough champion, and three-season hunter, 

 was by Mr. Brookes' Vanguard from^ Trollop, and 

 she had a more racing appearance. The dog selected 

 to complete the trio was Warlock, by Mr. Brookes' 

 Woodman from Wistful, a beautiful little hound 

 combining substance and quality. On the line of a 

 hare Lord Linlithgow, who was his own huntsman, 

 told us they went like lightning, and it required a 

 stout one to stand up for twenty minutes before 

 the pack. The pocket beagles we saw on this occa- 

 sion were even more wonderful, fifteen and a half 

 couple of 8J and lo-inch miniature foxhounds, who 

 ran a buck rabbit with a cry which would have 

 delighted the pucks and fairies, so suggestive were 

 they of spriteland ! The pick of the kennel were 

 Love-knot, Little Un, Weasel, Lucy, Whiting, Tipsy, 

 Trifle, Baby, and Trinket. 



Of days' hare-hunting seen with Lord Exeter we 

 have many pleasant memories, especially on occa- 

 sions when he brought his hunt for a week's visit 

 to Aswarby Park, Lincolnshire, where his cousin, 

 Sir George Whichcote, puts them up. The stately 

 old Lincolnshire mxansion has always been a centre 

 for the chase, and Sir Thomas Whichcote, a former 

 squire, the grandfather of the Marquis of Exeter, 

 was one of the finest horsemen who ever rode with 

 the Belvoir. From him Lord Exeter doubtless in- 

 herits the love of the chase, together with the 



