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found it impoflible to win. He was engaged 

 to ride the fame horfe again, at a place where 

 he was fure to meet the fame, or, in all proba- 

 bility, horfes of yet fuperior form. He repre- 

 fented to his employer the impoflibility of win- 

 ning, for although his horfe was both (tout and 

 honeft, his antagonifls went fo much too faft 

 for him, that he could make no impreflion 

 upon them, even by running diftrefl every yard 

 of the courfe. Such reafoning was not calcu- 

 lated to make any impreflion upon the folid 

 fconce, or marble heart, of this Smithfield 

 fportfman. He chided the lad for his too great 

 tendernefs to the horfe in the laft race ; and 

 for the fucceeding one, his orders were, " Make 

 him win, or cut his bloody entrails out — Mark 

 — if you don't give him his belly-full of whip, 

 you never ride again for me — I'll find horfe, if 

 you'll find whip and fpur!" — The generous little 

 horfe ran three four-mile heats without flinching, 

 or hanging for a fingle ftroke, with that excefs of 

 exertion, that his very eye-balls feemed ready 

 to fiart from their fockets ; but unfuccefsfully : 

 and, with an aching heart, I faw him literally 

 cut up alive, from his fhoulder to his flank, his 

 fheath in ribbands, and his tefticles laid bare. 

 To my great mortification, no one took it in 

 hand to rebuke the thick-headed mifcreant, who 

 was the author of this ufelefs piece of cruelty, 

 except his jockev ; who fwore he would perifh 



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