IIG TALES AND TRAITS OF SPORTING LIFE. 



GOODWOOD, 



IN THE DAYS OF THE LATE DUIvE. 



If one -wished to impress the stranger with all the natu- 

 ral beauties, and at the same time the full splendour of an 

 English home scene, we should surely take him to 

 Goodwood! There is nothing else in the world like it. 

 The varied features of the landscape — the glorious view 

 that breaks upon the eye at every turn— the fresh breeze 

 that greets you from the upland — the massive woods belt- 

 ing the horizon and offering a grateful shade to the ap- 

 proaching visitor — make up a combination of sylvan gran- 

 deur such as it would be vain to seek elsewhere. And we 

 seek it no7V, not to indulge in the selfish luxury of soli- 

 tude, but rather to share with others its many attractions 

 and delights. It is high holiday once more on that princely 

 domain, and hill and dale — the wide extending verdant 

 sward — the quiet nook — the velvet slope — the pleasant 

 path — and the winding road — are peopled with hurrying 

 wayfarers and dotted with groups of smiling faces. Coun- 

 try neighbours are jogging on or stepping out. Middies 

 from Spitheadand '^jollies" from Portsmouth jostle swells 

 from Brighton, and " knowing" gentlemen from London. 

 Here a lathy-looking lad takes advantage of an opening, 

 and kicks his hack into a canter. There is a knack in that 

 very ^' hustle" w^hich tells tales of the racing stable ; 

 while at the next moment a busy cad has fastened on to 



