Yes, when all is said and done, perhaps the very acme and perfection of a riding run, is to be attained within fifteen miles of Melton. A man who has once been fortunate enough to find himself, for ever so short a distance, leading
“The cream of the cream, in the shire of shires,”
will never, I imagine, forget his feelings of triumph and satisfaction while he occupied so proud a position; nor do I think that, as a matter of mere amusement and pleasurable excitement, life can offer anything to compare with a good horse, a good conscience, a good start, and
“A quick thirty minutes from Banksborough Gorse.”
THE END.
LONDON:
R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR,
BREAD STREET HILL, E.C.