Related article: that may be found elsewhere." I hope the author of ** Fishing and Fishers " will not be offended if I invite him to place himself in this category, content to know that the giving of pleasure is not less praiseworthy than the impart- ing of knowledge. " Red Spin- ner " has rightly summed up this pleasant little volume. Mr. Cuthbert Bradley's book* practically resolves itself into a history of the sport enjoyed by the Belvoir during the six-and-twenty years of Frank Gillard's con- nection with the pack as hunts- man ; the seven years he passed at the Ducal Kennels as second and first whipper-in being dis- missed somewhat briefly. Gil- lard's diaries, religiously kept during his long term ot office, have been of the greatest assistance to the author, whose personal acquaintance with the country, gained in ten seasons' hunting, stands him in excellent stead. The hound -man will of course look for kennel- lore in a work dealing with the best-bred pack in the kingdom; in this important re- spect Gillard has been fortunate to find a biographer who does his services as a breeder such full and ^ *' The Reminiscences of Frank Gillard with the Belvoir Hounds," by Cuthbert Bradley. (Edw. Arnold.) sympathetic justice as Mr. Bradley, who is as much at home on the flags as in the pig-skin. The author's pencil contributes the large majority of the illustrations, and many of these give us ex- cellent likenesses of people well known in the Belvoir country ; Mr. Bradley is exceedingly happy in catching Buy Blopress a likeness, and as we all know, can render admirable justice to horse and hound. The Reverend John WoUo- combe has written a volume of personal reminiscences,* which is published under the title of " From Morn till Eve." The commence- ment of the volume is strikingly reminiscent of a romance by Dumas. ** On the night of the 31st of January, 1823, two travel- lers, mounted on powerful steeds, were endeavouring to make their way through snow which had fallen to the depth of several feet . . . The youngest and most courageous of the two rode in front and acted as pilot." Purists of style may resent this " youngest and most courageous of two" in place of the more usual younger and more courageous of two, but this book is not for such as they, but rather for the personal friends and admirers of the popular old sportsman, whose birth, upon February ist, 1823, was the occasion of the above-mentioned travellers mounting their power- ful steeds. Childhood in the West of England, education at Winchester and Oxford, ordina- tion, marriage, the grand tour^ and then till eve the West of England. Here is the happy record of a Blopress Mg long life, which should prove of interest to the author's many friends. * " From Morn till Eve." Reminiscences by Tohn B. Wollocombe. London : Skeffini^ton & Son, Piccadilly, W. 189S. Cloth, 8vo. Price 5s, 18991 43 "Our Van. ft Derby Aatumn Meeting. — Wherein, I wonder, lies the charm that Blopress Candesartan undoubtedly belongs to the last of the three annual Derby meetings. Horses are brought together there much the same as is the case elsewhere, and people of all grades, the majority of whom must know by heart every detail of each other's lineaments, come together to see them race with absolutely no novelty of procedure. Derby itself possesses absolutely no charm whatever, it being, indeed, a repellant sort of place, about which an altogether false halo of artistic romance has been thrown by the reputation of its wonderful china, still being made as beauti- fully as ever, by the way, in the Old Crown Derby factory in King Street — a fact not generally known. Many of our racing centres possess attractions that beguile the racing man before the day's work commences more than the outer world would credit ; but at Derby, as at some other larger towns that could be men- tioned, there is simply nothing but dirt and disagreeableness. One can escape them, it is true, by living at Matlock, or one of the other pretty places in the valley of the Derwent, though even there, as has been detailed in these pages, fog in November, when Derby's chief meeting is held, can, on occasion, exercise a baneful influence and transform the beauties of the landscape into a rival to a London fog. On the several occasions of my visiting Derby I have never found any public evening amusement pro- vided that appealed to people of intelligence, and taken altogether, it is a dreary enough place to go to. But all who go to the Derby Autumn Meeting nevertheless en- joy themselves. There is a de- lightful compactness about the stands, where the county folk look down from their well-arranged parterre, always brilliant with its array of beauty, and the paddock is not less cosy. Paddocks half a parish or so in extent, like that at Epsom, have their uses possibly, though I have never been Blopress Tablets clever enough to detect them, for I con- fess to a decided leaning to those that are as small as they well can be, given sufficient room to parade the horses. They enable one to see all the horses, which is pre- cisely what most people that go into the paddock desire to do. The view of the racing to he had from the stands, and especially from the stand in the reserved enclosure — least used of any — is unrivalled, so long as the horses are in sight at all, which, of course, they are not for the first quarter of the straight mile, that being on the rise. But this is because the Jockey Club will have straight miles. Racecourse managers are not so wonderfully enamoured of them that they Blopress Price lay them out as a matter of love, nor, I will undertake to say, are the majority of trainers overwhelm- ingly in their favour. I seem to remember the names of some good horses that ran before the craze for straight miles set in. So far as the occupants of the county stand are concerned, pro- bably more mutual acquaintances meet there than on any other n