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order, and only attended the picked Quorn meet?, for 

 the purpose of riding them for sale, in which he was 

 eminently successful. During the summer months 

 he did a little quiet touting ; and we think it was 

 Lord Charles Somerset who, after drawing all the 

 covers bordering on the B.M. unsuccessfully, caught 

 him lying in a crop of coleseed, close by the spot, 

 where a great trial was to come off. This break-up 

 of the Meltonian outsider's touting habits long 

 ranked with the stories of how the spy who lay in 

 the loft over Dick Andrew's stable (which was let 

 separate from it) was deceived into believing that 

 the horse had no cough, by changing him out of his 

 usual stall for a couple of days ; and how Sam Chif- 

 ney was put on the worst of the two horses, about 

 whose relative forms there was some mystery, at the 

 Ditch stables, and was transferred to the other, who 

 had only a groom " up,"' the moment the long odds 

 were " got " about it. This was certainly the sharpest 

 piece of practice in the Heath annals ; and only a 

 few horsemen, who followed the field as they walked 

 down towards Choak Jade, saw it done. Some years 

 later in Oxfordshire, the celebrated twins (the two 

 Dromios could not have been more alike) were 

 riding as well as ever, and when both were in their 

 straight waistcoats bound with black, their brown 

 tops, and their white cords, one was perpetually sa- 

 luted for the other. Mr. Lindow on Landscape, and 

 Mr. Rawlinson on Vernon, jumped everything before 

 them ; but Mr. Ben Holloway, of Charlbury, was 

 rathej, a Jjiorn in their sides on Snitterfield ; and one 

 day when only-Mr. Rawlinson was out, and the 

 two were taking their fences side by side in a very 

 fast forty-five minutes from Churchill's Heath, Ver- 

 non dislocated his pastern. A more elegant horse- 

 man, and with finer head and hands, than Lord 

 Jersey never crossed Leicestershire, and he could 

 steal along, when hounds were running, as if he was 



