366 Tally ho. 



consequently look after its own affairs ; but it will be 

 a sorry day, in my opinion, for Old England when tlie 

 voice of the majority puts a stop to the manliest of 

 all our national pastimes. Not that I think there is 

 much probability of such a step being taken at pre- 

 sent. Never, in my recollection, was the noble sport 

 more popular, nor do I remember at any time more 

 ample provision being made or better prospects of 

 success for the future. As a proof of the strong in- 

 terest that is felt in respect to hunting and things 

 appertaining thereto, I am reminded of what I saw a 

 day or two since when strolling down New Bond 

 Street. 



Chance having led me to visit the Dickinson Grallery, 

 I found an exhibition of pictures illustrative of two 

 centuries of hunting. Many of the pictures forming 

 the collection have been lent by such well-known 

 sportsmen as his Grace the Duke of Beaufort, Mr. 

 Thos. Slingsby, Mr. George Lane Fox, Mr. J. H. 

 Kearsley, Mr. F. J. S. Foljambe, Mr. G. W. Quekett, 

 Yiscount Castlereagh, and a host of other distinguished 

 people. First to attract my attention was a portrait, 

 by Sir Francis Grant, of Charles Treadwell, the cele- 

 brated huntsman, on Cato. The Quorn hounds by 

 the elder Fernely ; a portrait of Georgina Charlotte 

 Theobald, flying a five-barred gate in first rate style, 

 and I pause at that, remembering her in the pride of 

 youth and beauty, when she went across country like 

 a bird, ^^ in the merry days when we were young,'' 

 and used to hunt regularly with " The Queen's.'" 

 But that is a long time ago, so let us pass on, for the 

 curtain is rising, and it is time to be off if I am to 



