un old. I hope this little history of Wales, honoured that meeting fresh and fit as a two-yearwith his presence, but fortunately he hurt himself ten days before the race, and I had to scratch him. I should have dearly loved to have won that race that year on him, or tried to. Well, he gave me great sport, as, being a light weight, I rode him every gallop in his training as well as in his races. And I find on looking through the list that during his time with me in England and Ireland he saw hounds with three packs of staghounds and fortyseven packs of foxhounds, to say nothing of odd days with harriers and drag-hounds. а a real clinker" may warm the cockles of many a gallant old sportsman's heart, and bring back to him the memory of his own Real Clinker, and that in his mind's eye he, as I often do, will ride over again the many glorious gallops they had together whilst fighting for the "pride of place," close in view of a gallant pack of hounds, streaming with a breast - high scent and their soul - stirring music over fine country, with a straightnecked fox in front of them, and nothing to hold him for several miles. I am sure it will to those of the few of my dear old "pals" who have survived the strain of life, and in former days fought it out with old Bally both with hounds and between the flags; and I hope it may convey a hint to the coming sportsman, who has not yet met his kindred soul in the hunting field, so that if he does, and I trust he may, he will cherish him as part of himself. For what is there in the life of sport that can compare with Being always anxious to save the old horse in any way I could, whenever the meet was at any distance, and there was a railway handy, I took him by train, or, if not, sent him on overnight, as nothing could upset his equanimity or put him off his feed, and from so constantly running backwards and forwards between England and Ireland he would walk into his horsebox of his own accord, and seemed as comfortable and as much at home in it, or on the boat, as the most experienced traveller,—indeed, on a rough night, far more so than many of the humans on board. I used generally to turn him out in the park for a short time in the early spring after he had finished his season, and whilst the ground was soft and the grass green and fresh, and then take him up and do him well the rest of the summer, and he would come out in the autumn as and pastures new, it went to "Forty minutes o'er the grass without a check, boys," on "a pal" that you can trust? And I think I have tried all and every sport. In the winter of 1872-3 I went to India with my Regiment, and though I was pretty well satiated with the sports and pastimes of these islands, and longing for fresh fields MUSINGS WITHOUT METHOD. THE SCIENCE, REAL AND FALSE LOMBROSO'S METHOD CENSOR-COMPROMISE. A MAD WORLD Darwin, and recked not how And this fashion of science had another tiresome effect. It persuaded a mob of industrious persons to describe as scientific such harmless pursuits as had no nearer relation THE death of Professor Lombroso recalls, perhaps for the last time, a group of those false sciences which tempted the last half of the nineteenth century to eloquence. It is within the memory of us all that the rhetoric of Messrs Huxley and Tyndall turned into a popular fashion that which in the hands of Darwin, the master of them all, was a serious inquiry. Science became for the moment a maid-of-all-work, a universal provider. Not only to science than the would it enlighten our minds, gathering of pebbles on the we were told,-it would save sea-shore. Of these misguided our souls. The world, grown ones none made a larger sceptical, eagerly welcomed effect with smaller reason than what it regarded as a new Professor Lombroso. He set solace; and science, in revenge, out to prove that crime is arrogated to itself higher degeneracy, and that genius powers than had ever been is a particular case of crime. claimed by the fathers He measured forearms and despotic Church. To-day it facial angles. He went about has assumed a more modest indefatigably examining heads. demeanour. A fear of bank- If he could, he would have ruptcy has persuaded it to treated the whole world as look with suspicion into its Charles Lamb treated the accounts. Yet the habit of Comptroller of Stamps : he pride still clings about it. would have looked at When it was proposed to cele- its phrenological development. brate in one ceremony the But he made the most of the centenaries of Tennyson and opportunities which life afDarwin, the men of science forded him, and he collected a uprose in indignation. It was larger mass of irrelevant and absurd, said they, thus to often incorrect observations confuse the great and the than any man of his time. small. Aloud they proclaimed Show him a man lying under the immeasurable superiority of suspicion, and he could dis of a |