HARRY RAWSON EsQ. AND F. E. MASSEY EsQ.

Our Artist here shows his good humour by putting himself in a position and posture of very modified dignity; and he represents his old friend, Mr. RAWSON, as rubbing in the situation: Oh, Mr. Massey," and so forth - but let us turn over the leaf.

Look on this picture, and - Harry Rawson again

HARRY RAWSON AGAIN!

on this!

Notice the change of countenance,
    "Quantum mutatus ab illo Hercule"!

Happily the paper does not give utterance to our friend Harry's remarks to his mare, who is complacently feeding on the bank: "Oh! you!"  Let us leave him and the Artist to console themselves and each other, with the true though trite  judgment of our poet — 
    "We are all of us Tailors in turn."

COLONEL H0N. THOMAS CHOLMONDELEY

A scion of Vale Royal, - in the words of Farmer Dobbin -
    "A chip of owd Lord Delamere, the Honerable Tum."

A heavy-weight, but fine rider to hounds, and admirable judge of a good horse. He commanded the 1st Cheshire Militia for many years, whilst they were permanently embodied, and quartered in Chester on garrison duty, during the Crimean War. Amongst other high merits, he was the father of that excellent soldier, Col. H. Cholmondeley, C.I.V., C.B., and of two other good sportsmen, Randal and Henry Cholmondeley.

CAPTAIN JOHN WHITE

Master the Cheshire, 1841-1855
on
"ALICE GREY"

           "Vixere fortes ante Agamemnoma
            Multi, sed omnes . . . . 
            Urgentur . . . . . longa
            Nocte, carent quia vate sacro."
                                          (Hor. Carm. iv, 9.)

    Old Horace was quite right, and so many a hard man has "lived" and passed into darkness before the days of our hero, in Homeric phrase "King of Men" and "Tamer of Horses," and their features and deeds have been lost to posterity, because they lacked the pen of a Warburton and the pencil of a Massey. We are more happy, and so while we feast our eyes on the fine seat of JACK WHITE mounted on his famous and shapely mare, let us listen to our Poet's friend, "Farmer Dobbin," describing a meet of the Cheshire, where among many other celebrities he says, in his own vernacular tongue -
    "I seed that great commander in the saddle, Captain Whoit,
     An the pack as thrung'd abut him was indeed a gradely soight;
     The dugs look'd foin as satin, an himsel look'd hard as nails,
     An he giv the swells a caution not to roid upo' their tails.
     Says he, 'Young men o' Monchester and Livverpoo, cum near,
     Oiv just a word, a warning ward, to whisper in your ear
     When, starting from the cuvver soid, ye see bawd Reynard Burst,
     We canna 'ave no 'unting if the gemmen go it first.'"
   
Many a time since then has the same sermon been preached to deaf ears, and in these latter days those pretty little deaf ears have gleamed beneath the brim of a glossy feminine hat . . . - but here in terror I let fall my pen!

SIR GRESLEY PULESTON BART. PHILIP GODSAL ESQ. Master of Harriers AND SIR WATKIN W. WYNN BART. M.F.H.

"An expostulation and a gentle retort"

W.W. "I say, Godsal, they tell me your hounds have been hunting my foxes?"

P.G. "Well, Watkin, if they have, they tell me your hounds often hunt my hares!"

VISCOUNT COMBERMERE CUDWORTH POOLE ESQ. OF MARBURY

At one time there was no one of more authority in hunting and horsy circles than LORD COMBERMERE. What he did not know about a horse, of any kind, might safely be disregarded altogether. And he was no less remarkable for the genial courtesy of his manner than for his universal knowledge in matters of sport. He was also the father of Lady Alexander Paget, of whom more anon. Where Lord Combermere was, you might commonly expect to see Mr. POOLE, who was his constant companion and friend - a sort of fidus Achates.

WILBRAHAM TOLLEMACHE ESQ. OF DORFOLD HALL

The brother of the first Lord Tollernache, of Peckforton Castlc, and therefore a member of a leading Cheshire family, few men in his time were better known, both in Cheshire and Leicestershire, as brilliant and daring riders to hounds.
In the latter days of his life, while living at Dorfold, he was a rather infrequent attendant of the chase, but when out he seemed by instinct to take his natural place alongside of the leading hound, or by 'r lady a few strides in advance, and not seldom immediately followed in the second place by his daughter, Miss Alice Tollemache, to both of whom nothing in the way of timber or water seemed to come amiss. Somehow, on thc present occasion, Miss Tollemache has dropped out of the picture.

WILLIAM ROYLANCE COURT ESQ. OF THE MANOR

Mr. COURT, as his dress and mount indicate, was no less celebrated as a rider of steeplechases than with hounds. Indeed, at one part of his life he might almost be said to farm the then Tarporley Races. Being a light-weight, he always rode thorough-bred horses, mostly of his own breeding, and was more than a match for the others on hunters pure and simple. Still he was a genuine supporter of the Hunt, and had always foxes in his gorse and hospitality in his house.

HARRY BROOKE EsQ. OF CHURCH MINSHULL AND F. E. MASSEY ESQ., OUR ARTIST

In Mr. BROOKE we have another real old-fashioned sportsman. He was good all round - good rider, good shot, good fellow. 

Of Mr. MASSEY we have spoken elsewhere, and will only mention that he has had here the rare good fortune of pourtraying himself and his horse - to both of which, and especially his favourite yellow horse, he has, we think, done full justice.

GEOFFREY SHAKERLEY Esq, JOHN DIXON ESQ. AND SIR HUMPHREY DE TRAFFORD BART

   Three rare old specimens of the true Cheshire breed; albeit the family of one of the three had migrated originally from Yorkshire, and another lived just over the border in Lancashire. Still they were all three members of Tarporley, and of just the Cheshire type, keen sportsmen, delighting in hunting, and real, warm-hearted country gentlemen. Hear our friend "Farmer Dobbin" -
   "I see Squoir Geffey Shakerley, the best un o' the breed,
    His smoiling feace tould plainly how the sport wi' him agreed;"
and again —
  "Eh! what a mon be Dixon John, of Astle Haw, Esquoir,
   You wudna foind, and measure him, his marrow in the shoir."

   True, for no less famous for his stature was Mr. Dixon, than for the generous warmth of nature.

   Each of these three worthies has left good and true descendants. Two of them, Colonel G. SHAKERLEY and Sir HUMPHREY, do not reside in the County, but all of them still take a warm interest in Cheshire hunting.

   Colonel Dixon, the third, is in all respects a thorough country gentleman, useful in all public affairs of his County, Chairman of the County Council, but with always good foxes in his coverts at Astle, ready for the hounds if they can catch them.

FRANK ELCOCKE MASSEY Esq.

All are familiar with the celebrated epitaph of Sir Christopher Wren in St. Paul's: "Si monumentum requiris circumspice" and many remember its satirical application to a famous physician.

Surely, almost the same epitaph would fit the case of Mr. MASSEY: "Si monumentum requiris Prospe." If you wish to hear and see what our Artist was, look on " through the following pages.

His fine private character is too well known to need reference ; but as a skilful and humorous delineator of the harmless but amusing peculiarities of his associates in the hunting field, the present publication may perhaps throw a more or less new light, and as his drawings will carry forward the memory of his friends, in the same degree will they serve to perpetuate his own; so to all we repeat Si monumentum requiris Prospice."

Just look on through these pages - and see in them the insight and observation of a true artist, the spirit of a sportsman, and the kindly feeling of a generous friend.