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Mulcahy," from his having ridden into a quarry, 

 killing his horse, and nearly killing himself. 



Congreve Fleming, then living at Greenville, was a 

 brilliant man, particularly on a young horse ; his 

 hands and seat were perfect. What good company he 

 was ! always cracking jokes, and never could refuse a 

 pleasant convivial meeting. He was, and h, as good 

 sort as ever lived, and so was his father, the Captain. 

 His son Arthur was also a fine horseman. Poor 

 fellow ! he died some years ago. 



David, George, and Fred Malcomson were as good 

 a lot of brothers as could be found. In fact, I never 

 knew three of a family I would not match them against 

 for all I was worth. They loved hunting, were 

 thorough sportsmen, and to their liberal subscrip- 

 tions and donations were we indebted to keeping the 

 hounds up for many years of Briscoe's mastership. 

 Their hearts were kind, and their pockets open to any 

 subscription. David and Fred are, alas ! gone, but 

 George is well and hearty. May he long be so. 



Larry Dobbyn was a wonderful man to go, too. 

 Indeed he ought to have been classed with the welters, 

 as he certainly rode fifteen stone ; and what an active 

 fellow he was ! He would jump off his horse coming to 

 a big fence, jump it with him, and into the saddle at 

 the other side without losing a length. 



The late Earl of Huntingdon was a very hard man 

 to hounds, and had a wonderfully quick eye. On old 

 Jason he couldn't be beaten. He was the jolliest and 

 heartiest of men. The old Marquis used always call 

 him "the Peer." 



Sir Robert Paul was a fine horseman, and keen sports- 

 man ; he kept nothing but rare, good horses. Bracelet, 



