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and made do its part of the work, keeping his temper 

 thoroughly, though tried by some of the vagaries of 

 the wilful animal. Taking my seat, I found six 

 or seven passengers had like myself determined to 

 chance the weather and travel by road. Starting to 

 the minute, we trotted gaily along Piccadilly, down to 

 Grosvenor Place, the four chestnuts stepping well 

 together ; then Grosvenor Gardens being reached, I 

 observed Mr. Robert Percivall, the well-known horse 

 dealer of South Eaton Place, seated on an American 

 waggon, in the shafts of which was a bloodlike chest- 

 nut mare, barely fifteen hands high, which I had been 

 told he intended to drive from London to Brighton, 

 doing the distance throughout in the same time as the 

 coach. Sitting by his side was the well-known form 

 of Tim Carter, the two together making up a dead 

 weight of over twenty stone. On the passing of the 

 coach, the little mare, " Multum in Parvo " (the name 

 under which she distinguished herself in her native 

 country America) started steadily on her long 

 journey, stepping in capital form, and looking, though 

 not specially prepared for the journey, as fit as a fiddle, 

 her performance fully carrying out this promise, as 

 subsequent events proved. On our arrival at Streat- 

 ham we changed horses for the first time, the little 

 mare keeping behind the coach; but on arriving at 

 Thornton Heath the mare was trotted ahead, and on 

 our arrival at Horley at a quarter to three we found 

 her in the stable, having performed her task thus far 

 with consummate ease. 



At this point the up Brighton coach, tooled by 

 that crack coachman, Harry Ward, pulled up to the 

 minute, the two coaches being timed to meet at The 



