Mr. E. R. Dalglish 



the jockeys for the next race. On being sent for, however, he 

 at once hurried out, entered his box, and having gone through 

 the necessary form of seeing the winner pass the post, '* Jerry " 

 Dalglish once more breathed again. 



Never, surely, did the old saying, '* Better late than never,'' 

 prove more apropos than on this occasion, and it is gratifying to 

 know that, as the result of it all, Mr. Dalglish got both stakes 

 and bets without any difficulty. 



On a previous occasion, at the Liverpool Autumn Meeting 

 of 1 87 1, Mr. Dalglish had another queer experience, which, 

 however, did not end so happily as the one just described. 



Riding in the Craven Steeplechase, his solitary opponent 

 was Glenfalloch, belonging to Lord Poulett, and ridden by Mr. 

 Thomas. All went well until the fence after Becher's Brook, 

 when both horses refused. Mr. Thomas (says Mr. Dalglish) 

 got over with a fall, but as he didn't get up, I looked over the 

 fence and asked if he was hurt. " No ! Go on ! I shall be all 

 right directly ! " was the reply. So I got my horse over and 

 went on, Tom Pickernell recovering and following immediately 

 after, the pair of us keeping together until the very last fence, 

 when both horses refused again, and as our united efforts failed 

 to get them over, there was, of course, no alternative but to 

 declare the race "null and void." 



Few people who were present at the Liverpool Spring 

 Meeting on the Grand National day, when Regal won, will 

 readily forget the terrible fall experienced by Mr. Dalglish in 

 the Palatine Hurdle Race following after the big event, and 

 which brought a brilliant career in the saddle to a premature 

 ending. 



The story in connection with it, as related to us by Mr. 

 Dalglish, is so interesting that we feel we cannot do better 

 than give it in his own words — 



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