22 Silk and Scarlet, 



fifty-four minutes over Burrow Hills here, same day 

 as Lord Waterford lost his Norway wig. Here's the 

 lYi^cihikerx. Clinker and Clasher ground. Mind you 

 c/a./?.;- Ground, put this down. We starts at Dalby 

 Windmill — Dal ! there you've got it at last through 

 the trees — left Burrow village to the left, under Bur- 

 row Hills ; Twyford to the right, over Twyford 

 Brook ; Marfield to the right, over Marfield Brook ; 

 John o'Gaunt on the left, and finished on Tilton field- 

 side — five miles, all swingers the fences. I should 

 just like to have one peck at steeple-chasing again. I 

 shall be eighty come March ; it 'ud be such a thing as 

 never was seen, just to say I'd done it. Three miles, 

 I could manage that well over a good Leicestershire 

 country. I'd get myself into such prime condition. 

 I'm a bit touched in my wind now for a long run. 

 That's Squire Hartopp's. He's a terrible good un to 

 encourage fox-hunting — ^just in the heart of it. He 

 used to ride uncommon well ; now he don't come out 

 in scarlet. We're through Little Dalby now. That's 

 the hedge where I took the great jump on Sir James's 

 horse. That's Melton, at last : we must keep that 

 tumble snug, or they'd laugh at us rarely. I'll be 

 ready for you at nine in the morning, and then I'll 

 show you a country, just — the Quorn's nothing to it 



RIDE THE SECOND. 



** And still the best nag was reserved for the day, 

 When Tilton was named as the meet." 



Horses for Lei- A/OU ought to have looked in at Mr. 

 cestershire. J Gilmour's horses before you come 

 away this morning. The old grey's there yet, him 

 that I was took on for the Sporting Magazine. He 

 wants a deal of licking still. There are only four studs 

 in the town now. Those will be some of Mr. Coven- 



