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him behind us. As it was, he jumped up in the middle of the pack, straight through the covert, over the hill for Great Dalby; leaving it to the left, on to Walker's Lodge by Guadaloupe, nearly to Melton; crossed the road, and, turning down wind, the hunting became slow; on to Burton, over the river to Thorpe Arnold, Brentingby, where he was viewed; Freeby Wood and Waltham Thorns, where he was lost. Trotted off for Cream Gorse; found immediately, and had the finest and fastest thing of this or any other season; in fact, the pace e was so terrific, that I can scarcely describe where we went. Unfortunately, at starting, we had some deep plough, which stopped many a good man, who was not aware of what was in store for him. We in particular ticed Mr. Gilmour on "Lord Grey," who hung to his horse through the plough; and getting on to grass, he went away, leaving many a lightweight behind him. I need not say further than the run was as st straight as a crow could fly, and a dinger from end to end, running our fox in view the last mile to ground; distance nearly seven miles, in twentysevenminutes. Lady Stamford, Lord Grey De Wilton, Mr. Banks Wright, Lord Stamford, Captains Lloyd and De Winton, the Duke of Rutland, and Mr. Tailby, with Mr. De Voeux, were amongst the foremost.

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Tuesday, Mr. Tailby's, Loddington.-Drew the Reddish blank, Tilton Wood, Skeffington Wood. Found a dozen foxes at Owston Wood; but the weather being very stormy, we came home, having no scent. Lord Stamford promises to select a pack for this cunning Gartree Hill fox, who has so often baffled his clever huntsman and pack of hounds, being bent on killing him before the season is out; and won't there be a field to witness the fun!/

Thursday, March 17, Lord Stamford's, Belton Village. Two capital runs on the forest; flogged off as they approached Earl Ferrer's seat. His lordship was still unburied.

Same day, Mr. Tailby's. A pretty run, 37 minutes, and a kill. bu Friday, March 18, Lord Stamford's, Willoughby.-Found at Curate's Gorse; ran a ring by Broughton Hickling, and, finding it vixen, flogged off. Trotted to Kinmoulton; drew it blank. On to Winstay; found. Ran to Kinmoulton-a good pace; another vixen, and flogged off. Drew Cotgrave Gorse; found immediately. He ran on the hillside a mile; he then turned to the left, making a good point for Winstay; leaving it to the right, on to Kinmoulton Gorse, leaving it to the right, on to the village. He then bore to the left, crossing the canal to Owthorpe, on to Hoe Hill, killing him a little beyond, in the open. This was one of the fastest runs in the season. Every horse ridden to a standstill time, 43 minutes, without a single check; distance, ten miles, over a very stiff country.

Saturday, March 19, Mr. Tailby's, Blaston Pasture.-A good day's sport.

Monday, March 21, Duke of Rutland's, Stonesby.-Found at Coston Covert. Away they flew, as straight as a line, for Stapleford Park, where she got to ground; and although Goodall touched her brush, he wisely left her. Time, 20 minutes, without a check. Trotted off to Freeby Wood; found immediately. He broke for Newman's Gorse; leaving it on the left, over the grass to Saxby; leaving it on the right, and Garthorpe on the left, over the brook, where three or four got a cooler.

On they pressed for Corder Hill, taking the Teigh brook, and

about the station lost him. Time, 30 minutes, as fast as they could run, and over a beautiful country... Trotted to Newman's Gorse; found immediately. He broke for Waltham; leaving the rectory on the right, down to Caldwell; leaving it to the left, on to Goadby Gorse, down to the village, where my good steed failed me. Time, 20 minutes, literally flying.

Same day, Lord Stamford's.-Found at Barkby Holt; ran to Baggrave to ground. Trotted to Cream Gorse. Found Monday's fox; ran the same line, but the storm of snow and hail shut them up. The sport has been capital, and every one satisfied.

Mr. Tailby's, Tuesday, March 22.-Found first fox at Mr. Lucas' covert, Martinthorpe. Broke for Manton, leaving it on the left, and turning down the valley by Preston, by Ridlington, on to Belton, where they lost him. Time, 25 minutes; pace very good, over a stiff country. Trotted to Prior's coppice: found immediately. Broke at the bottom, leaving Bramstone on the right, down the valley nearly to Ouston Wood, leaving it to the right; he then made a straight point for Cole's Lodge, leaving Launde Wood on the right; on to the Quaker's Lodge, leaving it to the right; he then came straight for Martinthorpe new covert, on to Manton. Here there was a slight check, owing to the railway; Goddard, making a judicious cast, hit him off again; on to Gibbet Gorse, leaving it to the left. He then bore away for Hambledon Wood, where I had to cry enough. This is allowed to be the finest run seen for many, many years in Leicestershire; horses tiring in every field, even with the best management and most crack horsemen-Lord Cardigan, Captain Lloyd, Mr. Atkinson, jun., Mr. Tailby, and Mr. Fabling. Goddard and Jack were prominent; one of Leicestershire's best men, Mr. Banks Wright, was shut out.

Thursday, March 24, Mr. Tailby's.-Found at Langton Caudle and ran him to ground at Medbourn in thirty minutes. A second fox was found at Glooston Wood, and ran him forty minutes, and killed in the open. On Tuesday, March 29, they found at Cold Overton Wood, and ran by Prior's Coppice, on to Wardley Toll-bar, to ground. A most extraordinary run-one of the fastest and straightest ever seen. It is really surprising the sport Mr. Tailby is giving; and in fact the same may be said of all the packs. We do not hear this spoken of as positively the last season" for any of the present Meltonians, and the late Mr. John Keal's capital residence, Burton House, is in the market for those present or to come.

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Lord Stamford's, Monday, March 28.-Found a vixen, and flogged off at Billesdon Coplow. Found two at John o'Gaunt's, and flogged off. Trotted off to Gartree Hill: found two vixens and the rare old dog fox, which, through the overcrowding of a large field, was chopped an inglorious death for such a gallant fellow, who had thoroughly beaten the hounds five or six times this season. We trust his stock will try to emulate his virtues.

COTHERSTONE.

SIRE OF GLAUCA, BORNEO, FARTHINGALE, PUMICESTONE, BORDEAUX, HUMPHREY, SARABAND, &c.

ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING BY H. BARRaud.

BY CASTOR.

Few horses have been more famous in their time than this, our stallion for the season. As a race-horse, he will always rank as one of the heroes of John Scott's stable; and we shall never forget the sensation his appearance caused at the post for the Derby. Looking almost flattered, as Scott's horses often do, in his work, he was a perfect model of size, substance, and power, and a happy illustration of what Nimrod described in his great Quarterly article-" a three-year-old looking like a six-year-old, with the bloom of condition on his coat.' No wonder they got him to something like even betting by the time Bill Scott had his saddle on him. Then, again, his Leger race is yet more memorable. People talk of it to this day as if it was only last week that Job Marson came on Nutwith with that famous rush of his, while Butler, hampered with his orders, lost a race that looked all his own. Singularly enough, it was one that went far to introduce the two most successful jockeys of their time, while both have thus early gone from amongst Cotherstone's career on the turf was not a long one, but it was very brilliant. As a two-year-old, he gave no great sign, certainly; but in the next season he won the Riddlesworth, the Column, the Two Thousand Guineas, the Derby, the Gratwicke, and the Royal at Newmarket-in fact, everything he started for but that unfortunate St. Leger. As a four-year-old he only ran once for the stake of that age at Goodwood, and when, as expected, he broke down.

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Cotherstone comes of a most noble family. If not that every-day acquaintance, "the best-bred horse in England," his parents on either side are unquestionably amongst the most deservedly distinguished. We have had few such race-horses as his sire Touchstone, and never a better horse in the stud. There are already more than one hundred and seventy winners out by him, including celebrities of the Derby, Oaks, and St. Leger, and scarcely anything but of some "form" and appearance. Although not advertised, Touchstone still covers a few mares at Eaton, and he had seventeen last season. He has now reached the ripe age of eight-and-twenty. His pedigree goes back again to another renowned stallion, Camel; while he takes his title from his dam, Banter by Master Henry. The latter, a rather coarse but very pewerful horse, the property of Mr. Lechmere Charlton, is about the first thorough-bred stud horse we can remember. And we remember him very well indeed; for we had to pass his box every morning, on the way to mount our pony. Mr. Charlton had lent him to his friend, the late Mr. Vincent Corbet, and the horse was standing on the borders of Oxfordshire. But Master Henry will be known more by his hunting than racing stock.