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elusion of the practical-farmer-tribe, that the fallow 

 period, owing to the cattle-plague, if it had produced 

 no wonders, has heavily accumulated a grand store of 

 the breed. Lady Fragrant, with her immense frame, 

 her very table-land of back, her great udder, and most 

 sweet feminine front, is (deny it who can) the very per- 

 fection of a cow. In old time we have seen others 

 more tubular and beef-suggestive, but we have never 

 seen a cow before displaying in so high a degree the 

 characteristics of the milking cow, with fattening pro- 

 mise for the period when the lacteal produce naturally 

 shrinks. 



Again, was it not astounding to see Commander-in- 

 Chief (who in his stall showed a head too ox-like and a 

 tail too high) in the exhibition ring, draw himself up 

 and magnificently look around him with an air that 

 reminded one of old Comet's picture, and which at 

 once placed him first amidst a numerous assemblage of 

 superb old bulls 1 It was the sight of the show to see 

 these veterans pace round — rich roan, red, or white. 

 We were all glad to find so eminently triumphant 

 the breeding skill of that rare old man, who was so 

 hospitable at Warlaby, and we heartily trust that his 

 mantle has descended on his nephews. I must not 

 omit to give a due meed of praise to the retiring, quiet- 

 mannered youth who had charge of these cattle. A more 

 obliging, civil, unobtrusive lad I never met. His manner 

 in the ring, too, was a lesson to others. There was not 

 on his part, as on the part of others who repeatedly 

 made the bystanders indignant, the kicking back of a 

 beast's hoof, the jerking up of his head into some pet 

 position, nor was there the repeated grotesque lugging 

 forth of his charge before the judge's eyes even when 



