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parture for the hill, the Prince himself would make his appearance 

 in. the crowd. I think I see him now, in a green jacket, a white hat, 

 and light nankeen pantaloons and shoes, distinguished by his high- 

 bred manner and handsome person. He was generally accompanied 

 by the late Duke of Bedford, Lord Jersey,Charles Wyndham, Shelley, 

 Brummell, M. Day, Churchill, and oh! extraordinary anomaly! the 

 little old Jew Travis, who, like the dwarf of old, followed in the train 

 of royalty. The Downs were soon covered with every species of con- 

 veyance, and the Prince's German waggon and six bay horses (so were 

 barouches called when first introduced at that time) the coachman 

 on the box being replaced by Sir John Lade issued out of the gates 

 of the Pavilion, and, gliding up the green ascent, was stationed close 

 to the Grand Stand, where it remained the centre of attraction for 

 the day. At dinner-time the Pavilion was resplendent with lights, 

 and a sumptuous banquet was furnished to a large party ; while those 

 who were not included in that invitation found a dinner, with every 

 luxury, at the Club House on the Steyne, kept by Raggett during 

 the season, for the different members of White's and Brookes's who 

 chose to frequent it, and where the cards and dice from St. James's- 

 street were not forgotten. Where are the actors in all those gay 

 scenes now ? '* 



To get high-caste sportsmen round him was the 

 Prince's prime pleasure. Few can forget his graceful 

 introduction of General Lake to Mr. Lockley that 

 brave old rider, who seemed, like Lord Lynedoch, 

 almost ready to eat the fox, and went so well in a 

 run of an hour and forty minutes from Cheney's 

 Gorse, through Ranksboro' Gorse and Whissendine, 

 to Lord Harboro's, when he was upwards of seventy, 

 that "The Squire" twice took off his cap in the 

 middle of it, and gave him a rattling chejr. Cf Gene- 

 ral Lake, let me introduce Mr. Lockley to you ; two 

 men so eminent in their lines ought to know each 

 other," was the Open Sesame of their evening's chat. 

 Horses, and everything connected with them, were his 

 idols ; and no man had a finer eye for them ; while 

 the little Norwegian dun pony, which at one time 

 would run about the rooms at the Royal Lodge, and 

 sleep on the rug before the fire, was far more precious 

 in his eyes than any dog. Hacks and hunters he never 

 seemed to tire of trying ; and hence the constant en- 

 treaty of Mat Milton the dealer, who used to spend 

 hours with him in the stable-yard adjoining Carlton 

 House, viz,, to " throw your thigh over him, Your 



