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and so are the hounds. No, sir, be Cardinal Wise- 

 man, and go with the pack." 



" No, Dick, I have made up my mind to see 

 these hounds ; it's a certain find ; open the door of 

 the cart and out pops your stag. It's the last day 

 of the season, and I mean to have a good gallop." 



« Very well, sir. You will go down by rail, 1 

 suppose ? " 



" Yes, Dick, yes ; by rail. You will go on by 

 the eight o'clock train. I shall follow by the 

 ten." 



" All right, sir." And they separated, the man 

 to look to his stable and things, the master to do 

 a little on 'Change. 



Frank Cropper went in for a good breakfast 

 on the morning of the last of the season, took 

 plenty of jumping powder in the shape of Kentish 

 cherry brandy, and topped it up with some curacoa. 



" I feel," says Cropper, as he got into the train, 

 and was talking to some City friends who were 

 bound on the same errand as myself ; " I feel, my 

 boys, that I shall take the lead to-day, and keep it, 

 too. Ha, ha ! What do you think of that ? A 

 church would not stop me. Temple Bar I should 

 take in my stride, if my horse could jump it. I'm 

 chockful of go this morning ; I shall distinguish 

 myself." 



