carnival. One of the great features of our Show is that what I miy 

 call the "professional horse" is never seen there. Open the gate? to 

 hackneys, and we shall see plenty of the professionals stepping need- 

 lessly high, and led by athletes at fifteen miles an hour in the arena 

 hitherto sacred to the hunter and the horseman — an exhibition which 

 is all very well for Islington, but it won't do for Dublin. 



CARE OF A HUNTER. 

 Ciiaptp:r VI. 

 Correction. — On the fifteenth line of page 106 there is a stupid 

 mistake, which my readers will kindly correct by reading " top of the 

 shoulder," instead of point thereof. 



8TEEPLECHASING. 

 Chapter VIII. 



Correction. — Through a clerical error the famous Quorn covert i& 

 spelt at p. 130 '■ Barkly " instead of " Barkby." 



Grand National Record. — The record wh!ch I gave in this chapter 

 of ouf Irish horses in the Grand National, ending as it did, after a 

 sequence of three wins, with Comeaway in 1891, happily for the renown 

 of old Ireland, but not for that of my book, is now a long way behind 

 time, so I must bring it up. 



Although his name denotes otherwise, and, strange to say, is the only 

 one with Celtic significance to be found among all the winners of the 

 Grand National, Father O'Flynn w^as an English horse, and neither 

 through owner, trainer, or jockey was connected with the old count rj'-, 

 but he won in 1892, and thus broke the chain of a remarkable record, 

 for the blue riband came to Ireland every year since then, as it did for 

 the three years previously. Cloister, by Ascetic— Grace 11, carrying to 

 victory for the first time 12st. 7 lbs., won in 1892, as described in the 

 postscript, p. 152. Why Not, bred by my friend Mr. Percy Nugent, who- 

 has the love of sport engrafted in him as deep as any man I know, won 

 in 1893 in the hands of Arthur Nightingall after a good race with the 

 Irish horses Lady Ellen II. and Wild Man from Borneo. The latter, 

 after one of the finest finishes ever seen at Aintree, won this year — 

 the second being Cathal, another Irishman — amidst a scene of enthu- 

 siasm and applause the like of which was never seen on a racecourse 

 except when Lord Rosebery won the Derby with Ladas, and the Prince 

 of Wales won the Manchester Handicap last June with Florlzel II. 

 Instead therefore of the Irish record in the annals of the Liverpool 

 Grand National standing as it did in 1891, when I wrote it up for this 

 book, we now have twenty wins out of fifty-eight races, and running, 

 into a place nearly every year. 



b 



