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Among these sons were included William Edwards (who was 

 George IV.'s last trainer, and received a pension and the lease 

 of the Palace stables at Newmarket for life after the decease of 

 * the voluptuous monarch '), and George Edwards, who won the 

 Derby on Phosphorus. Harry Edwards was one of the most 

 accomplished finishers that ever got into a saddle, but, in the 

 words of the author of 'The Bye-Lanes and Downs of England,' 

 ' he would rather nobble for a pony than get a hundred by fair 

 means.' He was engaged for some years as second jockey to 

 John Scott's stable, but was dismissed after he had pulled 

 Epirus in a race at Wolverhampton under the very eyes of Bill 

 Scott, who was himself mounted upon the favourite, but had 

 backed Epirus heavily through Colonel Anson. Harry Edwards's 

 end was such as might have been expected and as he himself 

 deserved. When he could no longer command a mount upon 

 the English Turf, he transferred himself to Nantes, in France, 

 where he trained, rode, and nobbled in a small way. Even on 

 the other side of the Channel, where pulling was said by the 

 late Captain Lockhart Little to be reduced to a fine art, Harry 

 Edwards was too unscrupulous for our vivacious neighbours to 

 stomach. He returned to England, settled down at Carlisle as 

 a veterinary surgeon, and died in abject poverty. Had he pos- 

 sessed a grain of principle, Harry Edwards would have been 

 among the three or four most successful jockeys of his day. As 

 matters stood, he was buried in a pauper's grave, leaving behind 

 him a name so unsavoury that his surviving relatives, of whom 

 we believe there are many, may felicitate themselves upon the 

 thought that, owing to the shortness of human memories, the 

 name is already * writ in water.' 



The history of Jem Robinson the fourth of ' The Druid's ' 

 brilliant quartet much resembles that of Sam Chifney the 

 younger, upon whose style the rider of Cadland and of Bay 

 Middleton fashioned his bearing in the saddle. Among the 

 Newmarket veterans whom time has still spared, Bob Sly (who 

 finished second to Mincepie in the Oaks of 1856 upon Lord 

 Clifden's Melitta) has often been heard to aver that he has 



