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following anecdote is an apt illustration of the 

 point, we give it for the benefit of the hero's bro- 

 ther wiseacres, if, indeed, any such exist in these 

 enlightened days. The subject of the anecdote 

 was the late admirable little jockey, Arthur Pavis; 

 it occurred at the Liverpool Meeting, in 1830, 

 and is thus related by an eye-witness, whose words 

 we quote. 



'* On entering the saddling stables, I discovered 

 Pavis, in an unknown colour, mounted upon a horse 

 called Young Patrick, belonging to an Irish gentle- 

 man, whose patronymic begins with the consonantF. 

 In a few seconds, with a particularly red face, fol- 

 lowed the owner, who, without w^aiting to take 

 breath, began : — 



*' ' Misther Pavis, I believe?' 



*' ' That's my name,' said Arthur. 



** ' Well, then, they tell me you are a fine 

 rither, but, bee me soul, I don't like your rithing 

 at all.' 



"'Indeed!' said the other, smiling; 'then, 

 as it strikes me, you had better get some one 

 else.' 



" ' Oh no, bee G — d ! sit still where you are — 

 I don't mane that ; but I hear all you Newmarket 

 rithers till your masters you'll make the running, 

 and after that, ye go poking behind, as you did 

 yesterday on Bolivar. Bee me soul, if you had 

 made running wid him, he'd have won in a canter. 



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