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walking two miles. A rather amusing thing occurred 

 at this part of the visit. Mr. G. Haughton was 

 staying at the Shelbourne, and, wanting some medi- 

 cine after his sea-voyage, Archer said to him : 



" Will you have some of my mixture ? I am just 

 going to take some." 



He said : " Yes ; how much ought I to take ?" 



Fred said directly : "You don't want to waste so 

 much as I do ;" and he gave him a tablespoonful, and 

 took nearly a sherry-glass full himself. 



The result was poor Haughton did "walking 

 exercise " all night, and couldn't go to the races the 

 next day. I quote this to show the state poor 

 Fred's stomach had got to with continual physic- 

 ing. As mentioned in the earlier part of this story, 

 he couldn't ride an ounce under 9 st. 4 lb. on the 

 Tuesday afternoon, and on the Thursday he rode 

 8 St. 12 lb. This would not be considered anything 

 to a man who walked with sweaters to get his 

 weight off, but quite a different thing to a man who 

 wasted himself on Turkish baths and physic. 



When Archer came to the post on ' Cambusmore ' 

 — this was the first race he rode in Ireland ; he 

 thought he would like to win the first for the Lord- 

 Lieutenant, and on mounting he had received such 

 an ovation as is seldom heard on a racecourse — 



