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afternoon loomed at last well befitting The Butterfly's 

 Ball. 



It is calculated that nearly 3000 people were 

 present. Messrs. Atkinson, Woodward, and Barber 

 showed up, as stanch supporters of the Towneley 

 blood ; Sir Charles Tempest and the Hon. George 

 Lascelles came, but they were not to be tempted ; 

 the two friends from Norfolk also steeled their hearts ; 

 Mr. Noakes allowed Mr. Freeman to have all the 

 "Kentish fire" to himself; and Mr. J. G. Wood, of 

 Clarionet fame, was the silent " member for all 

 Ireland." Mr. Dodds only looked on, and thought of 

 the firsts he would have scored with Grand Turk and 

 Prince Talleyrand if the " Brothers Butterfly" had not 

 stopped the way ; Mr. Knowles, of course, held " a 

 watching brief" for the Duke of Wharfedale, and 

 Mr. Thomas Booth for the Jeweller blood ; while Mr. 

 Fisher, as spruce as a bridegroom, had deserted his 

 Silver Beards and Golden Dreams for a season, and 

 received some very legitimate chaff on his taste for 

 / The Happy Link!' There, too, was Simmy Temple- 

 man, scanning Rose of Lancashire as respectfully 

 as if she had been a first favourite for the Oaks ; 

 while the great Ex-Chief Justice of the leash was 

 surveying Royal Butterfly's Pageant, and wonder- 

 ing as to whether his favourite Indian corn had 

 a share in those plump proportions. There was 

 also a strong sprinkling of the small dairy farmers 

 from the hills, with their unmistakeable hats, and 

 of course one hand in their pockets, for the fame 

 of Barmpton Rose had spread far beyond Skipton 

 and Settle, even to Langdale Pike and Hel- 

 vellyn. 



The beautiful condition of the cattle was on every 

 tongue ; and even those outsiders who, with very 

 good reason, distrust the "racing shorthorns" and 

 their breeding powers, were fain, after a turn "through 

 the nurseries," to believe the testimony of their own 



