SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



London in the following October, the 9th day, or 

 the Saturday before the Cesare witch (1847). I 

 met him at Fisher's, in Aldersgate Street, the "Brown 

 Bear," — where he stayed. Through association with 

 the trade, I suppose, I took stock of the furniture. 

 It was chiefly remarkable for the absence of house- 

 maidenly attentions, and if any one had happened to 

 call without his card he could conveniently have 

 written his name in the dust on the table or the 

 looking-glass. Next day (Sunday) Kelly took me 

 to Tattersall's Yard, where always, morning or 

 afternoon, was to be met a motley company — 

 swells, men about town, bookmakers, horse-dealers, 

 copers, and the rest of the kind. The Rooms, 

 of course, were not open ; but none the less, on 

 the eve, so to say, of important events, betting 

 ruled brisk. My companion pointed out to me 

 Mr. Disney. 



" That man, Hodgman," he remarked, " owns the 

 winner of the Cesarewitch — Caurouch. I've backed 

 him at good prices. You'd better stand with me ; 

 say a hundred to two." 



I took the ofler, and, as is known, the son of 

 Irish Birdcatcher made all the running and won 

 comfortably by a length from Giselle. By next 

 season (1848) I was fairly launched in London 

 sporting life. But I never ^saw Kelly again. He 



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