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for himself as a jockey. There is a story that he rode and 

 won a steeplechase when he was only a boy of ten. He 

 still retains his light hands and a good seat, as all who have 

 seen him riding to hounds can testify. A few seasons ago 

 he had a bad fall in the hunting-field, but he has, I am 

 glad to say, recovered from the effects, and will, I hope, for 

 many a long day show the world that a man may have 

 passed sixty and be a judge without losing his love of sport 

 or his power to enjoy it. 



The present Lord Chief Justice of England, Lord 

 Alverstone, was a famous runner in his 'Varsity days. 

 Cambridge knew that she was sure of the Two Mile Race 

 when Dick Webster of Trinity was her representative. 

 He was a fair rifle-shot too ; I have shot with him at the 

 Cherry Hinton Butts at Cambridge, and seen him pile up a 

 very creditable score at the short ranges. Lord Alverstone 

 also takes a keen interest in cricket, and is President of the 

 Surrey Cricket Club. 



Another eminent member of the Bar who was a noted 

 sportsman in his early days is Mr Thomas Milvain, K.C., 

 leader of the Northern Circuit. " Tom " Milvain had a 

 big reputation as a boxer and hurdle-racer when he was up 

 at Trinity Hall, and he was a good quarter-miler to boot. 

 Trained and fit, he looked the picture of an athlete. 

 " Tom " was great in Town and Gown rows, as the roughs 

 of Cambridge found to their cost. He was a heavy-weight, 

 and a very hard hitter, but on one occasion the " Town " 

 got the best of him. 



Milvain and another man of his own college were leading 

 a party of gownsmen down Green Street, the townsmen 

 retreating before them, for no one was bold enough to 

 tackle the redoubtable Tom of " The Hall." Suddenly 

 the " Town " rallied and faced the " Gown." " We've got 

 a chap as'll fight the best of ye ! " they yelled. Milvain 

 strode forward to meet this unknown champion. The 

 opposing ranks opened, and six lusty roughs, with a barge- 

 pole as battering-ram, charged straight at Tom. Before 

 he could move, the barge-pole took him full in the pit of 

 the stomach, doubled him up, and he fell gasping for breath 

 and half dead. With a whoop of triumph the " Town " fled. 



