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B , looking hard at the Marquis who was a 



few paces off, ' what do I call him ? why Wor- 

 cester sauce to be sure/ his love for a joke he 

 could not let pass by. Since I wrote this ar- 

 ticle, my poor friend B is numbered amongst 



the past and gone. Thinking of him puts me 

 in mind of the old hunting song, ' John 

 Peel/ 



1 But now he's dead and gone far, far away, 

 We shall ne'er see his like in the morning.' 



I bought Saltfish for Millard some two years ago, 

 and a better or more honest animal never had a 

 saddle put on him, and if he has any luck to- 

 day, he will be near about winning. I can't say 

 I like this system of running a steeple-chase in 

 heats, it is cruel to men and horses, and had I 

 known it I should certainly not have entered 

 mine. However, as they are in they must go." 

 About twelve o'clock we had a voiture at the 

 door. Such a conveyance ! no end of bell ringing 

 and whip cracking again ; however, we soon got 

 to the course, having passed the fire-engine 

 on the road. The first steeple-chase was for 

 horses of the department. Curious as I 



