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line to meet me at his yard in the City, to introduce me 

 to him. As I was walking down Fleet Street, I observed 

 a man on the other side the street, just such a man as I 

 pictured to my own mind Mr. Snow to be ; and walking 

 quietly behind him, looked him over, found that he was ' all 

 right ' — a pink in his way, and as well dressed for the 

 road as a gentleman ought to be for Almack's. His 

 footsteps led me to the ' Swan with Two Necks,' where 

 the introduction took place, and I was highly pleased 

 with the whole turn-out. All was as it should be, from 

 the nose piece on the leaders' heads, to the roller on the 

 splinter bar. 



There was another very celebrated man on the ' Tele- 

 graph' at this time, at the other end of the ground, and 

 indeed he was, till very lately, on the ' Defiance ' — the 

 well-known Harry Douglas, about the size of two ordi- 

 nary men ; who, as an old friend of mine and a great 

 admirer of his talent observes, 'could gallop a coach with- 

 out it swinging, and who could drink as much as would 

 scald a porker, though never seen to be the worse for it.' 

 Harry was a great favourite with the Manchester gentle- 

 men, and an artist of the first order. 



It may be truly said of Douglas, that 'like Amphi- 

 tryon of old, he was 'great in the art.' Exclusive of his 

 science, he was one of the strongest men ever seen. His 

 hands were unusually large ; his fingers immense ; and 

 such was his power on his box, that he could grapple 

 with four bad horses in a way that will seldom be seen 

 again. He could, as it were, almost lift them over their 

 stage. He sat high on the bench ; his left arm raised 



