Hugh.—Apply to Mr. Chapman, Oaklands, Cheltenham.
I. Stark.—How shall I thank you? but I know not when I can ride again. Your recipe, if effectual, would be indeed invaluable. I shall look for a purchaser for your cob.
May-blossom.—The nicest modern saddles have no stitching about them. Call at 2, Jermyn Street.
Nimrod II.—I have nothing that would suit you, nor do I ever sell my horses, unless under exceptional circumstances. I am, of course, flattered that so many are desirous of possessing what I have ridden, but my stable is extremely limited. See my reply to Hugh.
Hannah Powell.—I shall answer by letter.
Synnorix.—I said in a former letter that there was no cure for ringbone; I have since heard of one which I consider invaluable, and the lady who possesses it would sell it for a trifling sum. Apply to Mrs. Slark, Rose Cottage, Bletchley. I hope Ursa Major will see this reply to Synnorix, and will profit by my advice, which is to apply at once for the cure.
K. C., Redcar.—I am pleased you found my system effectual, but are you sure you did not carry it out too rigorously? Few would have such courage.
Jockey.—An authority says Fairyhouse, and I dare say he is right, although there is a double at Punchestown—a big one—at which many a good man and true has come to signal grief. I saw a fine young racer killed there last year.
To Edith, Paul Pry, Jane Burkitt, Constance Haye, and Mousquetaire, many thanks. If you write to the Editor he may perhaps give you information as to the possibility of what you ask.
Yours obediently,