THE TURF. 
to be once more well placed. Observe the cautious 
John Day, how quietly he manoeuvres to obtain an 
inside location for his worthy master, his Grace of 
Grafton. Look at neat little Arthur Pavis, patting 
his horse on the neck and sides, and admiring himself 
at the same time ; but his breeches and boots are really 
good. Watch Sam Chifney minutely ; but first and 
foremost his seat in the saddle 
" Incorpsed and demi-natured 
With the brave beast " 
and his countenance ! 't is calm, though thoughtful. 
But he has much to think of; he and his confederates 
have thousands on the race, and he is now running it in 
his mind's eye. Harry Edwards and Robinson are side 
by side, each heavily backed to win. How they are 
formed to ride ! Surely Nature must have a mould for 
* a jockey for the purpose of displaying her jewel, the 
horse. And that elegant horseman Sam Day ; but see 
how he is wasted to bring himself to the weight! 
Observe the knuckles of his hands and the patellae of 
his knees, how they appear almost breaking through the 
skin ! But if he have left nearly half of his frame in 
the sweaters, the remaining half is full of vigour ; and 
we '11 answer for it his horse don't find him wanting 
in the struggle. Then that slim young jockey, with 
high cheek bones and long neck, in the green jacket 
and orange cap surely he must be in a galloping 
consumption. There is a pallid bloom on his sunken 
