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only in a canter. Still no man got so much out of 

 all sorts of horses as Lord Forester. It is told of 

 him that he sold a horse which was very difficult to 

 ride. The first time his new owner got on him, he 

 could do nothing with him, and rather remonstrated 

 with his lordship for having sold him an animal he 

 could not ride. " He carried you very well, my lord, 

 but he wont carry me." "Well, sir," was the re- 

 ply, " I sold you a horse, but I didn't sell you horse- 

 manship." 



There have been many modern horses in Leices- 

 tershire little if at all inferior to those whose fame 

 Nimrod made European about 1825. Since then 

 Mr. Little Gilmour has gloried in his cow-hocked, 

 or as some style him, sickle-hocked horse, Vingt- 

 et-un, who was, nevertheless, only a shade better 

 than his grey. The latter has been christened 

 " Lord Grey ;" and with his owner's sixteen-stone 

 hamper on his back, he beat every one out in a 

 very fast thing from Sproxton Thorns to Harby. 

 Lord Gardner, who still adheres to his great 

 axiom of never racing to catch hounds, has never 

 been better carried than by his king of the hog- 

 manes, Dun Clown by Amadis ; and besides Brush, 

 Asmodeus, Pilot, Gipsey King, and Varnish, &c., 

 he has gone especially well on a Whalebone chest- 

 nut and three bays by Mulatto, Brutandorf, and 

 Jack Spigot. Mr. Greene has had three especial 

 favourites, the grey mare who was popularly known 

 as the Timber-mare, from her wonderful clever- 

 ness in that department of hunting science, Mrs. 

 Caudle, and Piccolo ; and although the latter was 

 only fourteen-two, he was not to be beaten over 

 a strong country. None of them were, however, so 

 good as his bay mare, " the swallow on a summer's 

 evening," and at water she was far beyond them all. 

 Lord Cardigan's best horse was The Dandy, but he 

 died from check perspiration on the afternoon of a 



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