312 Saddle and Sirloin. 



cantered Andover down to the starting post for the 

 Eglinton Stakes ; and Mr. Padwick prophesied that 

 " The Chicken beat you once, Gull}', and he'll beat 

 you again!' As a betting man he formed one of the 

 more scientific and daring school, which arose at 

 the Corner, when Gentleman Ogden and his fol- 

 lowers dropped off. Jem Bland, Jerry Cloves, his 

 nephews Peter and Davis, Tommy Swan, Highton, 

 Holliday, Crockford, Briscoe, Ridsdale, Bob Steward, 

 " Goose" Davis and Tanfield, Justice and Gully 

 were its great metallic heroes, and Gully outlived 

 them all. 



What had once been more of a pastime had now 

 become hard-headed, cautious point dealing, and 

 people learnt to speak of twenty to ten thousand 

 books on the Derby, without any amazement. 

 With the Yorkshiremen, John Gully was always an 

 especial lion, and the young tykes gazed with 

 reverence at the athletic form in the blue tie, and 

 black frock coat, which had stood nearly five-and- 

 forty years before, in swallow-tails, kerseymere 

 breeches and top boots, on a St. Leger eve, in front 

 of the Salutation, and pencil in hand, led many a 

 dashing assault on those Middleham and Malton 

 favourites, for whom their sires and their grand- 

 sires fought and bled. The literary partnership of 

 Beaumont and Fletcher did not cause one whit more 

 speculation among the men of the day, than the 

 joint-book of Mr. Gully and Will Ridsdale, and 

 it was said that they got 5O,ooo/. out of St. Giles 

 for the Derby, and stood to win 8o,ooo/. on little Red 

 Rover, if the dark green of Sam Day, on Priam, had 

 not brought them to grief. 



With the 4OOO-guinea Mameluke, over whom 

 he stood with a cart whip at the Leger post, he 

 became a man of mark, and desperately jealous 

 " George Guelph," and of course Jack Ratford, were 

 of him, and his white-faced five-year-old, when they 



