2c$ MR. SWINDELL 



Looking up at him coolly, he replied : 



' Ah ! you have seen something ;' and of course it was 

 no bet. 



A similar piece of nonchalance was shown on the 

 course at Newmarket, when Foxhall ran for the Cesare- 

 witch. He was standing alongside one of my former 

 patrons, whom I had been trying to persuade to back him 

 (Foxhall) ; but he hardly believed in him, and said : 



1 1 suppose he is a four-year-old ?' 



Swindell immediately replied in the gravest manner 



'If I did not think he was five, at least, I should not 

 have backed him/ naturally causing a burst of irrepres- 

 sible laughter from all around him. 



At Newmarket, latterly, he seldom left the fly that 

 brought him to the course, except to enter the Birdcage 

 to discuss with gentlemen, or others of his own standing, 

 things past and future, or to gather some scraps of infor- 

 mation ; or still better, to tell or hear some good thing 

 as some adroit trick, or some lucky hit made by an un- 

 likely person ; for, as he said, ' Everyone has some game 

 at which he is good.' At Doncaster, Epsom, and Ascot 

 he always snunned the crowd, taking up his station in 

 some out-of-the-way place near the ring, known to his 

 satellites, in whose society he found plenty to amuse 

 him. I never saw him at a small race-meeting ; and it 

 must have been something particularly requiring his 

 personal attendance that would have drawn him to such 

 a gathering. 



He dearly loved to have a chat with such wags as 

 Charlie Coghlan, Francis Ignatius Coyle, and latterly 

 Jemmy Barber, and ' men of their kidney.' They used to 

 invent all sorts of extravagant, improbable, and most out- 

 rageous tales for his amusement, and declare, by all that 



