336 MR. THOMAS ROBINSON 



sold for 1,000, which he won by a length, beating 

 Thunder, second, and seven others beaten a long way, 

 and was claimed by Mr. Vyner. After the race, Mr. 

 Vyner said to me : 



' I lost 2,000 on Thunder by laying that sum to 

 1,000 on him, and I consider I get it back by claiming 

 yours at 1,000, for he must be very cheap at 3,000.' 



' We do not think him very good,' I told him in reply ; 

 ' or we should not have run him in a race, winners to be 

 sold.' 



He was taken to Newmarket, and was found to be a 

 bad horse ; and though he ran many times afterwards, 

 he never won a race again. 



Young Trumpeter, I should say, was a well-bred horse, 

 being by Trumpeter out of Eugenie, by Surplice out of 

 Clementina, by Venison out of Cobweb, and a good stallion. 

 Unfortunately he died from inflammation of the lungs, a 

 young horse, and before he had time to distinguish 

 himself much at the stud. Here Mr. Robinson sustained 

 a great loss, and he was equally unlucky in losing his 

 valuable mare, Glee, heavy in foal to Jericho. She fell 

 over a bridge in his paddock, and killed herself, in the 

 summer of 1856. 



I have mentioned that I went to High Wycombe to 

 look at the wonderfully promising brother of Happy 

 Land; and a brief account of my reception on that 

 occasion will, I think, give some idea of the personality 

 of my worthy entertainer. He always had plenty of 

 watercress to give us to eat, if nothing else, according to 

 his own account. But I generally found abundance of 

 substantial concomitants in the shape of beef and 

 mutton, and something better to drink, at least in the 

 opinion of most of us, than the water, pellucid as it was, 

 in which the dainty cresses grew. On my arrival, the 



