"The Done aster Gazette." 159 



This dignity he himself conferred on his 



horse, Tibthorpe, after he had won the Two 



Thousand Guineas Stake at Newmarket in 



1846; and the venerable Sir Tatton Sykes 



disclaimed all jealousy at the nomenclature 



as, after the St. Leger of that year, he led 



his equine namesake back to the weighing 



house amidst the thunders of half Yorkshire, 



who were delighted to see Bill Scott win 



once more. He could scarcely be termed 



a brilliant jockey, although being always 



on cracks with something left in them at the 



finish, he was generally enabled to get home. 



By the side of such a powerful horseman 



as Harry Edwards, who defeated him at 



York on Naworth in a terrifically contested 



race, he did not shine to much advantage. 



His seat on horseback was very good, and 



the style in which he roared out ' Faster, 



faster!' to Nat on Van Amburgh, who, 



knowing that Coronation was short of work, 



was making severe running for Satirist in 



the St. Leger of 1841, and finding that Nat 



could go no faster, went past him like a shot 



on Satirist, stamped him a consummate 



master of the pace branch of his art. A 



