["How then about the British Cavalry of September, 1890? A
spectator who has taken part in modern regular war, and has
watched the manoeuvres, said one day to me when I accosted
him, in an apologetic tone, 'I have hitherto done your Army
injustice, I will not do so again; I had no idea how well
your officers and your troopers ride,--they are very fine
horsemen.' There he stopped; I waited for more, but he had
ended; his silence was a crushing criticism, unintentionally
too severe, but very true.... I assert, therefore, that at
this moment, our Cavalry is inefficient, and not prepared
for war."--_The Times Military Correspondent_.]

AIR--"_TALLY-HO!_" (_FROM THE BALLIOL SONG-BOOK._)

"Of all the recreations with which mortal man is blest"
(Says BALLIOL's Song) "fox-hunting still is pleasantest and best."
A Briton in the saddle is a picture, and our pride,
In scarlet or in uniform at least our lads can _ride_.
Away, away they go,
With a tally, tally-ho!
With a tally, tally, tally, tally, tally, tally-ho!

But riding, for our Cavalry, is, after all, not all.
To lead the field, to leap a fence, to bravely face a fall,
Are well enough. And first-rate stuff from the hunting-field may come,
But something more is wanted when Bellona beats her drum,
And calls our lads to go,
With a rally, rally-ho! &c.