  Dressing There's no toe without a corn. If the boot pinches—bear it. Breakfast A snack in time, saves nine. Faint hunger never conquered tough beef-steak. Mounting You can't make a hunter out of a hired hack. The nearer the ground the safer the seat. In the Field Take care of the hounds, but the fence may take care of itself. Too many brooks spoil the sport. One pair of spurs may bring a horse to the water, but twenty will not make him jump. It is the howl that shows the funk. Fools break rails for wise men to go over. Snobs and their saddles are soon parted. At Luncheon A flask in the hand is worth a cask in the vault. Cut your sandwiches according to your stomach. Coming Home The nearer the home, the harder the seat. Bed-time It's a heavy sleep that has no turning. REALLY PLEASANT REALLY PLEASANT!Six miles from home, horse dead lame, awfully tender feet, and horribly tight boots. I shall never get on again "Now, if I jump it, I shall certainly fall off; and if I dismount to open it, I shall never get on again." This is Jones This is Jones, who thought to slip down by the rail early in the morning, and have a gallop with the fox hounds. On looking out of window, he finds it is a clear frosty morning. He sees a small boy sliding—actually sliding on the pavement opposite!! and—doesn't he hate that boy—and doesn't he say it is a beastly climate!! |
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