128 "jockey of NORFOLK, BE NOT TOO BOLD." 



practice, judgment, and observation teach a lad to 

 judge of pace, easy as people inay think it. 



I hope by what I liave said I may have induced 

 those unacquainted with these matters to raise the 

 qualifications of my little friends (riding-lads) a line 

 or two in the scale of their estimation, and to be- 

 lieve that not only a head^ but a tolerably good one, 

 is required ibr them to be worth any thing. 



We will now ascend the ladder of pre-eminence, 

 and get to the top, where the jockey and trainer have 

 been stationed while we have been alluding to the 

 lads, who have taken their stations on its different 

 steps, according to their pretensions. We now 

 come in contact with the jockey, to whom I have 

 nuich pleasure in introducing my country cousins. 

 The jock to whom I introduce them is not quite that 

 sort of animal they have been accustomed to see, 

 with a red pocket-hankerchief round his neck, a 

 redder face, and red or white glazed calico jacket, 

 corduroys and mahoganies, a whip weighing half a 

 pound, and spurs drooping on his heels. No, no, 

 my jockey, in his common or jockey dress, is a shade 

 different from him : his boots are beautifully made ; 

 his trousers cut as riding trousers should be cut, well 

 strapped down and fitting well to the foot ; his waist- 

 coat rather long (as a sporting man) ; his coat a 

 single-breasted riding coat ; his cravat well put on, 

 an aristocratic hat, and doe-skin gloves (quite clean) : 

 this is his dress. In looks, he is rather pale, a 

 reflecting-looking face, a keen eye, head well put on, 

 and all but gentlemanlike ; no thick muscle at the 

 back of it (I hate a man who has), with a modest 

 respectful manner and carriage, but with just enough 

 confidence to show that he feels himself a respectable, 



