A DAY WITH TOM CANNON. 



A MAN who loves horses can see few pleasanter 

 sights, as he sits at a cheery and comfortable 

 breakfast table, than a string of sheeted 

 thoroughbreds file ^Dast the window ; and such 

 was the spectacle that met my eyes as I gazed 

 out on the picturesque Hampshire road, opposite 

 the house where dwells the best all-round 

 horseman in England — Tom Cannon. 



" The trap will be round directly. We'll 

 drive up to the downs this morning, and then 

 we'll ride up and see the jumpers this afternoon, 

 if it isn't too hard," Cannon says, as he rises 

 from his seat just beneath the picture of himself, 

 in a white jacket and blue belt, on Eobert the 

 Devil, which hangs behind him — a reminiscence 

 of the Leger of 1880, which, with Shotover's 

 Derby and Two Thousand, Pilgrim's Two 

 Thousand, the One Thousands of the same 

 mare and of Eepulse, the Oaks of Brigantine, 

 not to mention victories on Isonomy, Marie 

 Stuart, Foxhall, Thurio, Pageant, Kermesse, 

 Geheimniss, and other heroes and heroines of 



