150 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



I whistles an' sings wherever I am, so with deep 

 regret, Madam, I must find another place." 



If he heard the absolute yells of laughter which 

 greeted this epistle he would not have accused 

 all of us of being gloomy. 



He left to go some distance to an aristocratic 

 family and wrote to tell my cousin how he got on. 

 He was, I fear, quite mad. 



" Regretting my place with you. Madam, for 

 the lady housekeeper here no one could agree with. 

 There is four horses what I has to have lookin' 



well, but Mrs. she won't give the oats. The 



Countess she wants style but would give me the 



oats, but Mrs. she says style an' no oats, so I 



cannot see what is to be done between them." 



The cheerful man has faded from our sight and 

 my cousin's horses, fortunately for themselves, 

 know him no more. 



Quite a short time ago we were coming out of 

 Limerick and discussing the war. Someone men- 

 tioned Marshal Foch. 



" Great fellow," was the comment. 



A local magnate leant across gripping the 

 speaker's arm. 



*' Great ! " he said. " Haven't I called my grey- 

 hound pup after him?" 



Higher praise was impossible. 



Another story I must tell of a well-known 

 sportsman, one time M.F.H., and a lover of prac- 

 tical jokes. He and a party were asked to stay 



