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Pavilion, and laughed at the stoiy of how " little 

 Sam and Will Edwards, in 1802, had led the Celia 

 filly to its meeting all the way from Stockbridge, 

 and ridden her in turns by the way. The Prince 

 never forgot the incident, and it strengthened the 

 good impression which Sam's first appearance in the 

 Eoyal purple on the filly at Stockbridge had created. 

 The mould has long since rattled dismally on the 

 coffin-lids of those lords and ladies gay, and our 

 own task as biographers is ended. We began with 

 a little lad of six seated on Kit Karr at Newmarket, 

 and his father, the first horseman of his day, in the 

 stall at his side, and we have traced that lad's his- 

 tory through many a night of weariness and many a 

 weary day, till we find him cast like a wreck on the 

 sea-beach of life. All is past now, and the old 

 weather-beaten jockey, after his fitful span of trouble 

 and victory, and leaving the Chifney rush as a pro- 

 verb to all time, sleeps at last near the spot where 

 two-and-fifty years ago the seal was first set to his 

 boyish fortunes. Peace to his memory ! 



