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and all the military, but turned the course into a little 

 Ascot — 



Damsels in divers colours, like the cloud 



Of sunshine and of sunrise ; and some of them 



On horseback. 



The Tailbyites on the same day preferred their woodland 

 seclusion to the less orthodox sport at Rugby ; and while the 

 rest of the world were cutting into pigeon pie, they were 

 amusing themselves on a slice of the Quorn country round 

 John o' Gaunt. 



On Wednesday the Pytchley passed with contemptuous air 

 down the road bordering the steeplechase course ; but by four 

 o'clock their pride had gradually fallen to a very low level, 

 mider the influence of a succession of blank draws. 



MR. TAILBY'S FINAL SUCCESS IN HIS OWN 

 COUNTRY. 



Mr. Tailby has again all the credit of the past week, and 

 of him once more must be the burden of my song. Surely, if 

 ever Fortune lavished her favours (not undeservedly) on a 

 master of hounds, she has done so this year with Mr. Tailby, 

 treating him with an overflowing affection that has never 

 waned or faltered. Byron might have been prophesying the 

 season '71-72 of the Billesdon Hunt when he broke out with 

 his somewhat misty panegyric : 



shadow of glory, 



Dim image of war ! 

 But the chase hath a glory, 



Her hero a star. 



Makch 26th. 



A thorough hunting afternoon, albeit the chilly wind had a 



westerly point, took almost every soul on to Orton Park Wood ; 



and if everyone did not reap the enjoyment in store, the fault 



was their own, or that of accident. After months of bullying 



