148 SPORTING STORIES 



Vaughan, who was a considerable gainer by the even- 

 ing's diversions." 



About this time a curious character, named Jemmy 

 Gordon, was a well-known personage in Cambridge and on 

 Newmarket Heath. A noisy, drunken, witty, impudent 

 blackguard, who would hold a horse, sell the " c'reckt card," 

 or do any other loafing business to get a drink. Nobody 

 knew where he lived or slept. He wore satin breeches, 

 open at the knees, no stockings, boots half-way up his legs, 

 and a huge cocked hat on his head. Yet the fellow was a 

 good Latin scholar, and earned many a half-guinea by 

 writing exercises for idle undergraduates. He was no 

 respecter of persons, and, when under the influence of beer 

 or gin, would call at the rooms of the undergraduates, and 

 even of the Dons. 



One day he entered the rooms of Dr Mansell, Bishop 

 of Bristol, and with drunken effrontery requested the loan 

 of half a crown. The prelate, highly indignant, told him 

 to begone. But Jemmy held his ground until the Bishop, 

 rising in great wrath, exclaimed, " Be off, vagabond ! return 

 here when you can bring a greater scoundrel than your- 

 self, and then I will give you five shillings." And he 

 pushed him out, slamming the door behind him. 



As Jemmy descended into the courtyard of Trinity 

 College, he encountered the Esquire Bedell, Beverly. " Mr 

 Beverly," he said, taking off his cocked hat and bowing ; 

 " you're the very gentleman I was looking for. The Bishop 

 of Bristol has just sent me in search of you ; he is most 

 anxious to see you at once, and I am to accompany you 

 to his lordship's presence." Mr Beverly was no great 

 favourite of Dr Mansell's, so he was surprised at the 

 message, although he lost no time in attending. Jemmy 

 opened the door of the room from which he had just been 

 expelled, and almost thrust his victim into it. " Your 

 lordship," he said, "you promised me five shillings when 

 I should bring here a greater scoundrel than myself; 

 allow me to present Mr Beverly to your lordship." The 

 Bishop and his visitor stared at each other for a moment, 

 and then the latter bolted. Jemmy remained, and his 

 lordship, either to get rid of him, or from a conviction 



