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least jockeys riding for him, meaning myself and 

 Lemaire, then a small boy about 4 st. 7 lb. As 

 a curiosity, he had Lemaire painted on ' Wild 

 Tommy,' and myself on ' Beauharnais.' The Duke 

 complained that Harry Hall thought it too ludicrous, 

 and did not really paint a true likeness, as he 

 said no one would credit it. His Grace has these 

 pictures still hanging at his place, Easton Hall, 

 Suffolk, and very funny they look. 



Before concluding this part of the chapter, I must 

 allude to the kind present his Grace once made me. 

 He had given me money and other presents, but the 

 one most prized and appreciated by me was when he 

 gave me ' The Doctor,' the horse that was second to 

 'The Colonel ' in the Grand National at Liverpool. 

 I rode him nine seasons hunting in Leicestershire, 

 and think him the very best hunter I ever rode. I 

 was not alone in my opinion, as Sir F. Johnstone, 

 Captain Smith, Captain Coventry, Captain Elmhirst, 

 Mr. E. C. Clayton, and other good judges, were all 

 unanimous on that point. ' The Doctor ' lived to 

 the good old age of eighteen, and died in harness, 

 having broken his shoulder through jumping on to 

 the stump of a tree that was covered with leaves ; 

 he landed on his old club-foot, and the jar was so 

 great he broke his shoulder quite in the middle, a 



