THE QUORN SEASON 



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clinching his lordship's resolution as to the Quorn master- 

 ship ? ) — while from the left rode Firr, Mr. W. Chaplin 

 (junr.), ]\Ir. Wade, and Mr. Marshall — the last-named a 

 farmer upon a blood three-year-old. (How these shot to 

 the fore so quickly, after the turn beneath the Parson's, is 





Glory or engulfment 



[a matter of marvel. It goes more than all to prove how 

 [clear was the course, and to render another instance, if 

 ineed be, of the huntsman's marvellous faculty of making 



up ground apparently lost.) The Smite ! the Smite ! 



Friend of my bovhood, betrayer again and again of my 



