. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. as obliged to act as a rank got into line middling well, as far as the different sizes of ourhorses would admit, and the Duke rode up and down us, and I amsorry to say was compelled to a reprimand. Morgan Giles had beenat-a fox-hunt the day before, and persisted in wearing the brush as afeather in his cap. As fox-tnils isnt regulation, his Grace ordered itout, but Morgan was very high, and at last threw up his commissioninto a tree, and trotted home to Wickham Ha along with Privatet>!ck, who, as Morgans «hipper-in, thought h
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. as obliged to act as a rank got into line middling well, as far as the different sizes of ourhorses would admit, and the Duke rode up and down us, and I amsorry to say was compelled to a reprimand. Morgan Giles had beenat-a fox-hunt the day before, and persisted in wearing the brush as afeather in his cap. As fox-tnils isnt regulation, his Grace ordered itout, but Morgan was very high, and at last threw up his commissioninto a tree, and trotted home to Wickham Ha along with Privatet>!ck, who, as Morgans «hipper-in, thought he • ^i under obhgationstb follow his ma-=t-r We got tine swgj>. nercise decent v ^1,—^vily Barber shavedCrofts mare witfe. n\. which he neednt have done, as she wasdipt before : and Holdsworth slashed off his cobs off ear. It was cutand run with her in course ; and 1 hone he got safe home. We dontknow what Hawksley might have thrusted, as his sword objected tobe called out in wet weather, and stuck to its sheath like pitch ; but 2 H. Seeing a Review. 482 AN UNFAVOURABLE REVIEW, he went thro all the cuts very correct with his umbrella. For myown part, candour compels to state I swished off my left-hand mansfeather ; but tho it might have been worse, and 1 apolo;:;ized aswell as I could lor my horse fretting, he was foolish enough to huff at,and swear was done on purpose, and so galloped home, I suspect, towrite me a calling-out challenge. Challenge or not, if I fight himwith anythmg but fists, Im not one of the Yeomanry. An accidentsan accident, and much more pardonable than Hawksley opening hisumbrella plump in the face of the blood charger ; and tentimes more mortifying for an officer to be carried back willy-nilly toAshford in the very middle of the Review. Luckily before Hawksleyfrightened any more he was called off to hold his umbrella overMrs as Mrs Morgan had taken in nine ladies, and couldntaccommodate more in her close carriage, without maki
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