100 REMINISCENCES, ETC. 



tliiug, was Mr. Holyoake. To see him ride Brilliant, shoving 

 the fox along ! This horse was a rich dark chestnut ; such 

 a countenance, such an eye ; he had him from Newmarket." 



Sir Harry Goodricke, Sir Yincent Cotton, and Mr. Holy- 

 oake lived together at Quorn, and were called '' The Sporting 

 Triumvirate." Mr. Holyoake succeeded by will to the entire 

 property of his brother-sportsman. Sir H. Goodricke, whose 

 name he took, and was afterwards created a baronet. He 

 himself rode Young Sheriff for several seasons. Clinker 

 originally belonged to him, but was subsequently bought by 

 Captain Eoss. Sir Francis Goodricke has long since left 

 the hunting-field under the influence of deep and very sincere 

 religious impressions ; the zeal which uniformly displayed 

 itself with such ardour in his case in the pursuit of a favourite 

 diversion, is now directed with even greater strength and 

 intensity into a far higher and nobler channel. 



In the meantime the hounds were there, as fine a pack 

 as in days of yore, when the squire's well-known " Hold 

 hard ! " or his more emphatic " Hi, hi ! " * checked those 

 who pressed on too eagerly to the front. After some little 

 delay a fox was found, but the finest huntsman in the world 

 could never have hunted him. The whole country for miles 

 around was studded with men and horses, the people having 

 thronged on foot from all parts to see so grand a spectacle. 

 What must have been the feelings of him to whom this 

 cordial and memorable greeting was given? As far as 

 hunting went, he for once had no sport; but deeply touched 

 and gratified with his reception, he made light of the dis- 

 appointment, and, as Dick Christian observed, "was quiet 

 throughout the day." It was a great holiday, and as such 

 written with red ink in the sportsman's calendar, and ever 



* It is said, in allusion to Mr. Smith's manner, which on this day 

 was somewhat subdued by the warm greeting of his friends, that Mr. 

 Haines, an old sportsman who always looked after Glen Gorse, 

 remarked, " Ah, there is the old Hi, hi ! but, alas ! the hetnphasis ia 

 wanting." 



