Mr. Fothergill Rowlands 



Herbert Jones, now principal jockey to H.M. the King, into 

 the bargain. 



Amongst the former was Woodcock, who, it was thought, 

 couldn't lose the Croydon Hurdle Race, and was made a hot 

 favourite in consequence. 



Mr. Rowlands, on the other hand, made no secret of his 

 confidence in Scamp's ability to win. 



" That's all very well now. Fog," laughed one of the 

 Woodcock party, in derision ; " but what will you say to us 

 after the race ? " 



" Say I Why, what a damned lot of fools you were not to 

 back him, to be sure ! " was the prompt reply. 



A rare judge of horse, and with wonderful hands, " Fog " 

 was admittedly one of the finest cross-country horsemen of his 

 day ; and that at a period when he had to enter the lists with 

 such past-masters of the art as Captain W. Peel and Josey 

 Little, Jim Mason, and Tom Olliver, then in the zenith of 

 their fame. 



A life-lono- friend of his tells us that one of the best races 

 he ever saw him ride was in a match at Stockbridge, at a time 

 when he had virtually given up riding, when, after a grand 

 finish, he just beat Custance by a short head. 



One of his fads, whether original or in imitation of Jim 

 Mason, we cannot say, was invariably to sport white kid gloves 

 when race riding. 



Mr. Rowlands, who had long been a martyr to gout, died 

 at Epsom, on Easter Day, 1878, leaving a widow and one son, 

 the well-known dramatic author, familiar to playgoers as 

 " Cecil Raleigh." 



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