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old named Maccabeus. Martin was one of the counsel for 

 Colonel Peel who, as owner of the second horse Orlando, 

 claimed the stakes. His leader was Page- Wood (afterwards 

 Lord Hatherley), a gentle, high-minded man, and a skilful 

 advocate, but with no more knowledge of the Turf and its 

 surroundings than a cow has of the differential calculus. 

 He wisely left the case to his junior, who pulled his client 

 through triumphantly and against the machinations of the 

 most infamous confederacy of swindlers that ever blackened 

 the annals of horse-racing. 



Though he preferred training-stables to the race-course, 

 Baron Martin was not infrequently seen at race-meetings. 

 A friend, meeting him in the Bois de Boulogne, at the 

 Sunday races, said : 



" It would not do for you, Baron, to be seen in England 

 like this on the Sabbath day." 



" Well," said the judge, " what would you have me do 

 when they only race here on Sundays ? " 



When judge on the Western Circuit, he was invited with 

 several members of the Bar to dine with the Dean of 

 Winchester, whom he had never met. A few days after, a 

 friend asked the Dean what he thought of Baron Martin. 



" Well," was the reply, " he does not appear to be a man 

 of enlarged information. He had never heard of William 

 of Wykeham, and wanted to know who he was." 



Martin was asked by some one what he thought of the 

 Dean. 



" Why," said he, " I can't say I think much of him. He 

 seems very deficient in general knowledge ; he didn't know 

 who John Day was, and has never heard of Danebury, 

 though he has been years in Winchester." 



Baron Martin's knowlege of matters outside the Turf and 

 the Law was certainly limited. Only once was he induced 

 to see a play of Shakespeare's. The play was Measure 

 for Measure^ and his feelings as a judge were so outraged 

 by the atrociously bad law in the play that he entertained 

 the greatest contempt for Shakespeare ever afterwards. 



Baron Martin had an almost rabid aversion to the 

 " prophets " who profess to give weak-minded men " the 

 straight tip." When a prophet came before the Baron, he 



