Gentlemen Riders 



rode again. It was my fault entirely. I knew too much — or 

 thought I did — and trusted to my old cutting-down tactics. 



I had been down to John Jones' at Epsom not very long 

 before, at his invitation, to ride a gallop, and he gave me 

 Hohenlinden, the property of His Royal Highness the Prince of 

 Wales, to ride in a gallop over fences. In the spin, and just 

 in front of me, was a horse belonging to His Royal Highness 

 that I noticed did not seem to jump very free, and when we met 

 at Sandown I thought I could put him down. It was the other 

 way about, however, for he put me down, but was very nearly 

 down himself two or three times, and at the first open ditch 

 Arthur Hall was on his neck, but managed to recover himself 

 and his stirrups. 



The end of my riding career was a great blow to me, for I 

 was full of hopes for the future. I had three or four nice 

 horses of my own in training at Kennet, and had the prospect 

 of a good mount in the National. 



Captain Machell had always been a good friend to me, and 

 in 1887 seemed to take a renewed interest in jumpers, so a stable 

 was started at Kennet with some useful horses. The Sinner, 

 Ringlet, Duke of Richmond, my own, and some others. After 

 my ride at Liverpool, Captain Machell told me that he and 

 Jewitt would put the finishing touches on me, and that as I 

 was a light-weight, he would put me on some old horse and 

 jump me off five furlongs with the boys. 



This, of course, pleased me immensely, and in my visions of 

 the future I pictured to myself a renewal of the days of Dis- 

 turbance, Reugny, Regal, etc., and longed for the day when I 

 might perhaps don the white jacket and dark-blue cap of the 

 redoubtable Captain. 



Alas ! this was not to be. I got hopelessly smashed up, 

 and the poor Captain did not live much longer. He and Jewitt 



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