March Winds 



reminds you that his legs are getting a little 

 round, and that he is beginning to feel the wear 

 and tear of the season. Perhaps, too, you may 

 be conscious in your heart of hearts of a trifle 

 of staleness in yourself, though you would be 

 torn in two by wild horses before you would 

 admit it. But conscience will not be silenced, 

 and conscience tells you that the plausible 

 excuses you made for missing that sharp forty 

 minutes last Tuesday night were excellent proof 

 of your ingenuity — nothing more. Conscience 

 will tell you what you don't need telling, that 

 you would not have missed that gallop in the 

 beginning or the middle of the season, and that 

 the reason why you missed it is that you are 

 getting a trifle stale ; that in other words you 

 want that change of scene and occupation which 

 is necessary for the thorough appreciation and 

 enjoyment of any of our pleasures. 



The foxes and the hard-worked hunt servants 

 want a rest as well, though, so far as the latter 

 are concerned, the rest comes in the way of 

 change of work, and March is perhaps the 

 busiest month they have. 



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