I40 Tally ho, 



from Liverpool Street^ reachiug the George Inn, 

 Enfield, in time to secure the only remaining seat, and 

 to find the advertised promises carried out to the 

 letter. 



Precisely to the minute the winding of the horn is 

 heard, and " the fast and well-appointed four-horse 

 coach ^' draws up to the old-fashioned inn, where a 

 party of ladies and gentlemen are assembled. The 

 €oach is loaded with the utmost despatch, and from 

 the quiet and business-like way in which the start is 

 effected, one recognises the fact of the proprietor 

 being a man of judgment and experience, which is 

 subsequently proved by the way in which the journey 

 is performed. 



When the " oflSce is given ^^ the cloths are pulled 

 off, and we trot gaily along. Our first stage is all 

 against the collar, and tries the mettle of the four 

 spanking chestnuts, who walk away with their heavy 

 load as if they liked it. Then away by Bell Bar, 

 where we change horses — the fresh team consisting of 

 two powerful chestnut wheelers, as fresh as paint, and 

 a bay and a dun leader, both excellent animals, who 

 go away in right good form, beautifully handled by 

 Colonel Somerset — we bowl over the ground at a 

 rattling pace, the journey being done throughout at 

 the rate of eleven miles an hour, so that, travelling 

 at this speed, Hatfield Park is speedily reached. 



The Hirondelle being allowed the special privilege 

 of traversing the park, through the kindness of the 

 Marquis of Salisbury, an opportunity is afibrded of a 

 glimpse of the old house, and enjoying a view of the 

 stately avenues of trees, the herds of deer, and the 



