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and Bob^ like Lcrd Ullin^ -^'ere " left lamentiiig^^ for 

 nearly a fortniglit. 



Inside the house there is the same ever fresh va- 

 riety. The late General Sharpens grey mare hangs 

 near '^ TJphorn/^ the Ayrshire; and Hughie Graham 

 shares his canvas with Maid of Islay, both of them 

 '- family fawns.^' jMyrrha by Malek is there with " a 

 frame like a cart-horse ;" and there too, from Robert 

 Harrington^s hand, is Leda with her pistol tail, and 

 '^ Simmy" on Philip — a pair, ais the Ayrshire lasses 

 used to say, " worth all the men and horses to look 

 at.'' 



Lord Yv^emyss hated waiting, and if " Simmy" 

 said to him, ^' We\'e won one heat, my lord — let them 

 have the next to themselves," he shook his head, and 

 wouldn't have it. Lamps were tied to the posts when 

 Leda ran her five two-mile heats, with all the endur- 

 ance which the Voltigeurs (when they can undergo a 

 strong preparation) inherit from her and Mulatto ; 

 and "Simmv" and she misrht have brouo-ht it off if she 

 had not hugged the bank and lost two lengths by 

 slipping. The darkness also told on Mr. Sharpe, as 

 he had his pocket picked during the fourth heat, for 

 the only time in his life. Leda was byFilho da Puta 

 (who walked from Newmarket to Monreith when he 

 was five weeks old) out of Treasure by Camillus. For 

 fifteen years Mr. Sharpe never visited Doncaster 

 without buying a horse fromt he Houldsworths or 

 Sammy King, and he got her for £50, because her 

 hip was down. She first ran at Dumfries, and 



