CHAPTER II. 



"JACK LAMBERT SWEARS A LITTLE.' 



ONE or two anecdotes of the good old times I 

 am writing about may not be out of place, and 

 may amuse. 



I will begin with one of Lambert's, who at the 

 time I name was first whip to the Cottesmore. The 

 said Jack Lambert was a wonderfully keen fellow- 

 he had an eye like a hawk, was a capital rider, 

 knew his business thoroughly well, and was withal 

 left-handed, and with his left hand he was wont, if put 

 out, to punish a hound with a peculiar cut, given 

 under the horse's neck, in a way that nearly took him 

 off his legs, and would make him howl like the danger 

 whistle of a railway train of the present day. The 

 poor, good old Earl could not bear to hear a hound 

 punished, and many is the time that I have heard 

 him say, " Oh, that fellow Lambert, why does he 

 hit those hounds in such a savage way ? " 



