The Pig Show at Keighley. 291 



It was not, after all, an unnatural transition from 

 calves with the martial and political names without, 

 to the suits of ancient armour and the old rallying 

 room of the great Yorkshire Orange party. Sir 

 Thomas Fairfax, too, was reflected through his sword 

 and his candlesticks, which hung, with Oliver Crom- 

 well's hat, in the rich oak-panelled entrance. There, 

 however, the chain of connexion with the herd ceased. 

 Not one bull stirred up the remembrance of its Royal 

 triumphs on canvas ; and we felt as one green silk 

 curtain after another was drawn aside by the hand of 

 our host, that there must be a deep truth in the words 

 of the author of Horcz Subsecivce when he spoke of the 

 six great sights of his life, and classed the Pyrenees, 

 the Venus of Melos, Titian's Entombment, and Paul 

 Veronese's Cain with his wife and child, and The 

 Rhine under a Midnight Thunderstorm at Coblentz, 

 with the wondrous Turners at Farnley HalL 



CHAPTER XL 



" Mrs. Marcet admired his hams. ' Oh !' said he, ' our hams are the 

 only true hams ; yours are only Shems or Japhets.' " 



Sydney Smith's Life. 



The Pig Show at Keighley — Celebrating a Victory — Mr. Wainman's 

 Pigs — Pig Scenes Abroad— Mr. Waterton at Home — Mr. Gully, 

 "The Squire," and Mr. Tom Hodgson — Doncaster Moor — Purity's 

 Five Heats — "Martingale." 



ABIT of good Pig-Racing," said a country philo- 

 sopher to us, " is worth all your horse-running 

 business. It's twice the fun sure-ly, and nobbut one 

 hundredth part of the expense. It taks up a yale 

 afternoon, and t'Leger don't tak four minnits." It 

 would have been hopeless to meet such an argument, 

 especially when propounded by a brawny mason in 



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