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for some years, and when he left Brooke House, 

 Joe was sent to me at Haddon Lodge, where I 

 was living with my uncle. 



Joe was an extraordinary fencer, and what he 

 could not get over he could always get through. 

 An instance of the latter that occurs to me hap- 

 pened in Mr Garth's country, where, in the course 

 of a run near Farley Hill, two members of the 

 field were brought up by a big gate straight up- 

 hill. The disconcerted riders were Colonel Pearson, 

 who became one of the heads of the London police, 

 and Dr Willet. They tried in vain to get the 

 gate open, and hailed me when I came in sight 

 on Tipperary Joe, " Here you are. Even you 

 can't get over this." " No, but Joe can break it," 

 was my answer, and turning back to the end of 

 the lane, I brought him down to the gate at a 

 tremendous pace and crashed through it. The 

 gate was broken into splinters, and Joe, after 

 blundering on to his head, recovered himself, and 

 on we went. Colonel Pearson and Dr Willet 

 followed, and the former, as he raced after us, 

 shouted, " Seventeen-and-six ! seventeen-and-six ! " 

 this being the price of a new gate. 



Some years later I was the unwitting cause of 

 putting Colonel Pearson's good-nature to a severe 

 test. There was to be a grand review at Alder- 

 shot, at which her late Majesty, Queen Victoria, 

 was to be present, and Colonel Pearson, being in 

 charge of the police arrangements, offered my 

 sister and myself standing room in the Queen's 



