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weight difference between the performance of that trio, 

 as well as of Mr. Hawkes, and the best of the jockeys of 

 those days. Hawkes's forte was as much making play in 

 running, as in what is called a waiting race, by his excellent 

 judgment of pace. In fact, he was a perfect horseman, 

 either over a course or a country. George Pigot was 

 likewise very good in his saddle, but had not the head of 

 Hawkes in a near race. Sir Tatton Skyes was a second 

 Hawkes, cool, and with a beautiful hand. Of his cool- 

 ness, perhaps, nothing can beat what I am now about to 

 relate. When riding a match, at York, his hor.se bolted, 

 and, falling over some rails, he, of course, fell to the 

 ground. His antagonist, having observed the accident, 

 was cantering gently along towards the winning-post, 

 supposing the race to be his own ; when, within a few 

 yards of home, he was passed by a horseman, in a coat 

 and hat, who wished him a pleasant ride. This was Sir 

 Tatton, who had borrowed the coat and hat from a 

 bystander, when he fell, and thus deceived his competitor, 

 who mistook him for one of the crowd. So fond was Sir 

 Tatton of riding races, that he has been known to ride a 

 hundred miles for that sole purpose, and returnL.to York- 

 shire on his hack immediately on the event being decided. 

 Of Mr. Bullock commonly called Nando Bullock, his 

 name having been Orlando some amusing anecdotes are 

 recorded, in reference to his passion for race-riding. The 

 following is a description of a race he once rode and won. 



" I turned the last post," said he, " snug as murder ; 

 now, said I to myself, the pantomime is going to begin, 

 and I think I shall beat Mr. Merryman." (There was a 

 horse called Merryman in the race, and heavily backed to 

 win.) Again, when he broke his leg and thigh in a race, 

 by his horse running against a post, he absolutely spurred 

 the persons who were carrying him upstairs to bed, witli 

 his other leg, so little daunted was he by the mishap. 

 He met his death by an accident, at last, and was much 

 regretted by his friends, for his great good humour. 



Lords Charles Somerset, Milsington, and Delamere, 

 rode much at Bibury, and well Lord Charles Somerset 

 especially although they were all above jockey height, 

 as also was Mr. Musters ; but Mr. Worral, one of the best 

 of them, was cast in the jockey mould. 



But to return to our young sportsman at Oxford. 

 Having engaged a tandem for the purpose, with four of 



