50 LORD ST. LA WHENCE 



' drag,' and innocently believed we were running the 

 'genuine article.' 



It is sad to reflect how many of my old friends of 

 that time have, like poor George Bryan, joined the 

 majority — men whose places can hardly be filled 

 nowadays, ever ready and anxious to promote sport to 

 the utmost of their ability, or by help and counsel to a 

 youngster make him worthy of the society of his 

 brother sportsmen. The Kilkennies used to fly in 

 those days, and I have day after day seen their worthy 

 master. Lord St. Lawrence, kibs his mother earth, 

 though he was ever up and at it again. I have known 

 him in every sort of difficulty, from that of hanging on 

 to his horse's ears to being rolled over, but I never saw 

 him much the worse for his numerous falls, and being, 

 like his late illustrious sire, born to the saddle, like 

 him, seems to possess a charmed life. 



In Sam Reynell the qualities which serve to pro- 

 duce the best of masters were present — a man who 

 rode for sport, and not for show. In asserting that he 

 was the very best master I ever knew or knew of, I 

 but express the general opinion of all who were for- 

 tunate enough to be acquainted with him. He was 

 wonderfully patient and persevering, and the result 

 was markedly successful, and no master ever more 

 fully gained the respect of his field. He had perfect 

 confidence in his hounds, and very rarely lifted them — 

 I may say never, unless absolutely necessary. -Riding 

 to holloa was his abomination ; and he hkd the 

 greatest contempt for the hard-riding element. He 

 was never better pleased than when he had a small 

 and select field — men who loved hunting, but scorned 

 jealousy ; and then he was in all his glory. He loved 



