48 TALES OF THE TURF AND THE CHASE. 



Miller went out from the presence of his irate master. For a 

 week he loafed about the place in a state of abject misery, 

 except when he was drunk, though even then his condition was 

 one of maudlin melancholy. It was Sergeant Wicketts that 

 saved him. That veteran suggested that perhaps, if he ate 

 humble pie and solemnly promised never to get drunk again, 

 the rector might take him back. Mister Miller followed his 

 old friend's advice, and the rector, like a good fellow as he was 

 at heart, did take him back. The penitent jockey kept his pro- 

 mise, and not only never got drunk again, but gave up liquor 

 altogether, and took to smoking instead. For thirty odd years 

 he remained in the reverend doctor's service. During all that 

 time, I need hardly say, no allusion was ever made between 

 them to the memorable feat of the brown mare ; but the rector 

 himself soon came to look at it in thelightof a splendid joke, and 

 over his port-wine and walnuts, with much unction and many 

 chuckles, used often to tell the story of ' The Parson's Jockey.' 



