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then a young jockey of merit, who came open mouthed 

 to me, to inform me that he had been the unfortunate 

 executioner in the case, for which he had hated him- 

 self ever since ; swearing, to use his own words, that 

 " if that rascal, Hull, would give him all he was 

 worth; nay, he would even perish for want, rather 

 than repeat such an act of blasted infamy." He had 

 ridden the horse before, unsuccessfully, though the 

 poor little fellow ran every yard of three four mile 

 heats stoutly and honestly, as he did in the second 

 race, without flinching under all the severity that 

 was inflicted. Previously to the last race, Hull chided 

 his jockey for too great tenderness towards the horse, 

 and, though he was about to meet the same compe- 

 titors, with 'others of yet higher form, and Barnes 

 assured him of the impossibility of winning, this mis- 

 creant's orders were — " Make him win or cut his 

 bloody entrails out — mark — if you don't give him his 

 bellyfull of whip, you never ride again for me. Til 

 find horse if you'll find whip and spur." 



I have yet some addition to make to what I have 

 said in my former books, on old Frampton's affair, the 

 particulars of which I defer ; the sum of them, how- 

 ever is, that the fact must be received as unquestion- 

 able, the attempted invalidation of it being grounded 

 in certain peculiar and not very rational motives. 

 But a truce with these horrors, of which I have yet 

 too, too many in store. And now let me address 

 myself, with all humility, to that high bred, generous, 

 and highly intellectual class, our sporting aristocracy, 

 beseeching them to take this matter into their serious 

 and benevolent consideration, and to use their influ- 



