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those who were to come after. Sir David had but just 

 left his box, and yielded up his beef of sixteen 

 summers ; the framework of old Albert Edward, a 

 Royal winner at Gloucester and Lewes, was there ; 

 but Severn looked as beautiful as when, after being 

 defeated by Claret at Warwick and Hereford, he met 

 and vanquished him at last in the show ranks at 

 Ludlow.* Will o' the Wisp was also a wonder, with 

 his twist below his hocks, and so was his daughter 

 Adela from Agnes ; and as you loitered through the 

 boxes, you would sometimes see three great yearling 

 bulls of the heavy-fleshed Silver or the larger Rebecca 

 tribe amicably hob-nobbing together. 



At Attingham the deserted stable-yard looked big 

 enough for the Quorn stud ; but it was a sad scene of 

 decay. Part of that fine square was wattled off for 

 the lambing, and as we walked in under the main 

 archway, a troop of rats dashed into cover among the 

 wood heaps and nettles. The rooks were cawing their 

 vespers on the elms, and the old hall, with but one 



* Claret (11,761) by the Knight (185) was bred by Mr. Richard Hill 

 at Golding Hill. Mr. Hill kept, like his father, to the Grey Knight 

 blood, and took a Royal first for bulls at Salisbury, Chester, Warwick, 

 Leeds, and Battersea. Milton by Chanticleer (1173) was his Battersea 

 gold medallist, and Lady Ash his Smithfield gold medallist. His uncle 

 bred a Hereford, which was fed by the Earl of Warwick, and won 

 against some ninety opponents, and his horns are kept in Warwick 

 Castle as a trophy. His cow Shewers also won the first prize at 

 Smithfield in 1859, when it was Pitt— Hill, Hill— Tudge, and Tudge— 

 Pitt, at three fat shows. Jenny Lind, the dam of Milton, hit to no less 

 than eight bulls. Claret was sold for 52 guineas, when he became too 

 fat to work, and was raffled and won by a maltster, who sold him to the 

 late Mr. Bowen of Shrawardine Castle. People bet who had never bet 

 before about his getting calves; but he became fine enough to "go 

 through the eye of a needle," and got several score. He went about at 

 Shrawardine with an iron mask and a chain to his leg, but eventually he 

 turned very savage, and having fulfilled his mission, he was sent to the 

 butcher. 



The foundation of Lord Berwick's herd was laid in February, 1844, 

 at the sale of Mr. Salwey of Ashley Moor, who went entirely for the 

 Knight Grey blood, which his lordship crossed with the white face. 



