134: SELF-DENIAL EXEMPLIFIED. 



tainly no man can hope to make a good income as such 

 a jock who cannot get on his horse at Derby weight ; 

 and many of those who can, do it at an expense of 

 bodily discomfort that nothing but habit enables a 

 man to bear, and of which few persons are aware. 

 It is not quite agreeable to see every one enjoying 

 themselves but oneself. After a good dinner, it is all 

 very fine to say it matters little w^hat a man eats ; 

 but when the quality and the quantity of these vulgar 

 creature-comforts are both limited to the smallest de- 

 gree of nourishment the frame is capable of enduring, 

 the thing is not quite so pleasant, particularly when to 

 this are added certain little walks of a diaphoretic na- 

 ture that are in no way pleasing addenda to the maigre 

 days. Nothing can be pleasanter than to go on a visit 

 to the Noble Patrons of the Eglinton Park, Croxton 

 Park, or Bibury Meetings (where the Aveights are made 

 to suit Gentlemen), and there to show off as one of the 

 jocks. AVe will suppose a jock (that is to be on to- 

 morrow) at the dinner-table : a few sips of white soup 

 or julienne, with a glass of sherry, prepare him for 

 two or three forkfuls of turbot, or John Dory, or the 

 fish most in season: "Champagne, Sir!" a shce of 

 venison (the sauce is exquisite) : " Champagne, 

 Sir!" the chapon aux truffes is magnificent (Cham- 

 pagne): a minute particle of the vol-au-vent brings on 

 another " Champagne, Sir." As our jock considers he 

 must keep on the muzzle, he determines to be abste- 

 mious, and finishes with merely an orange fritter and 

 some jelly. Stilton, Parmesan, or Gruyere? Neither. 

 Macaroni is lighter for a jock, who is now enabled to 

 wait for the dessert, the more so, as, from having taken 

 so little^ he has had a glass of Mareschino to prevent 

 any cramp in the stomach : and this emboldens him 



