HENRY TOLLEMACHE ESQ. M.P. AND SIR W. H. HORNBY BART. M.P.

If these gentlemen are as bold and impetuous in the House of Commons as they ever were in the hunting field, they would indeed make things hum. They are on the same side of the House, so they cannot be jealous indeed, nothing is more abhorrent from their nature but a generous emulation is pretty evident. I venture to assert that timber, even in the form of painted railway gates, will stop neither, nor anything else reasonably possible.

NATHANIEL COOKE ESQ.

(Apparently a favourite subject with Frank) 
 
Elsewhere called " BUTCHER BILL "

A pretty picture, full of poetry, especially as shown in the dress of the rider and the joints of his quadruped. Of him we speak on another page.

COLONEL THOS. MARSHALL C.B.

A bold rider on a bold horse. Both mean business, differing only in opinion as to the ace each would prefer. One hopes no evil result may be the consequence.

THE REV. W. G. ARMITSTEAD

The Editor here makes a present of himself as a humble victim on the shrine of his friend's satire, and, in the famous but mysterious words of Jaques in As you Like It, "hereby hangs a tale"

THE PASTOR AND HIS FLOCK

Pastor

REV. J. R. ARMITSTEAD

Flock

MRS. BOLTON LITTLEDALE, MISS MAY ROYDS, MRS. MARSHALL

One cannot but admire the natural way in which our Artist has provided simple and easy egress and change of pasture for The Flock, at the further end of the field; not that its fair members were averse or unable, on occasion, to make or find a way for themselves over hill, over dale, thro' bush, thro' briar." 

Indeed I call to mind some fugitive lines bearing on the subject, which ran somehow thus;

"Who is this like a swallow that skims o'er the brook,

With demeanour so modest, and downcast her look?

No wonder she waits for no lead from the Kirk,

For it is Mrs, Marshall and mounted on Chirk! 

If explanation is needed, I would mention that  “Chirk” was a good horse often ridden by Mrs. Marshall, and always with the downcast pose of neck and head so truly presented in the picture.

CAPTAIN PEARSON "SAM" AND NATHANIEL COOKE ESQ. "BUTCHER BILL"

May the Editor intervene for a moment to offer his humble apologies to both these worthies, for the liberty taken with familiar names and sobriquets? 

Captain PEARSON, after serving his Queen in more than one Cavalry regiment, as well as in the Volunteers, finally settled down in his native town of Macclesfield as a silk manufacturer, where his hospitality and bonhomie became proverbial. 

The story of the picture is this: Sam Pearson was doing a deal" with Mr. COOKE for his horse - but he entered the preliminary objection, that the horse was too slow for him. Now Sam rode an honest sixteen stone, which he entrusted to the care of great weight-carrying animals, of whom all he asked was, that they should amble along through a run at the rate of six miles an hour, and lob through the gaps as they lay in his way. "Too slow! " retorts Bill, "he is not so slow as yours;" - hence, at the instigation of a bystander, sprang the sporting match here given, the said match being thus made a contest, not of speed, but its absence, Please admire the earnest and determined expression on the benevolent face of one, and the humorous triumph in the backward glance of the other. 

H. R. CORBET ESQ.

Master of the Cheshire Hounds, 1866-1876 

Master and Huntsman of South Cheshire, 1876-1900 

Mr. CORBET, one of the finest horsemen Cheshire ever produced, has manifestly 

lost his fox. 

Deep dejection is plainly pourtrayed on Master and hounds. He reminds us of 

the LIVELE BO-PEEP of our childhood. 

Huntsman and Pack

Come Foxless back,

And trouble they had to find him;

Sad and alone 

He trudges home,

They trail their sterns behind them.