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recalled painful memories. Prince Batthyany died in 

 the very midst of the multitude. Sir Frederick 

 Johnstone, who was ahuost the last man to whom the 

 Prince spoke, was overcome by the suddenness of his 

 noble friend's call. A prince in nature as well as by 

 title, he was, moreover, primus in taste and elegance — 

 " the glass of fashion." In his wines, his pictures and 

 carriages, and his horses especially, he took the greatest 

 pride. Though fifty years on the Turf, he only owned 

 one or two good animals, the best without doubt being 

 Galopin, and him he took out of training because his 

 nerves could no longer stand the excitement of the risk 

 of seeing him beaten. 



" But for the great consideration he had for his 

 jockeys," said a chronicler of the times, " Galopin would 

 never have been beaten. When he once employed a 

 jockey he never discarded him, and as a rule his green 

 jacket was not borne by the lights of the profession. 

 The only case I can call to mind where another jockey 

 was put up in place of his own was when Morris rode a 

 dead heat with Cannie Chiel at Newmarket. The 

 plunging on the horse was something fearful. The 

 plungers, headed by Sir Robert Peel, begged and prayed 

 of the Prince that in the deciding heat he would put up 

 Fordham, or they would all be ruined. In deference to 

 the opinion of his friends he asked Morris to allow 

 Fordham to ride, and ' The Demon ' won in a canter. 

 Morris was foolish enough to take umbrage at that, 

 and he sent in his cap and jacket." 



Yet another contemporary^ an old rival of our hero's, 

 in Tom Aldcroft, died on 7th May of this season of '83. 

 Of Aldcroft it was said, he may have had equals in the 

 saddle, but no superiors. On Queen Bertha, the mare 



