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mitted to bring them both " pipes and something hot." 

 '' Jackl Jack! I thought yoii knew better T said Bill, 

 in, for once, the most crushed tones ; and as if to re- 

 ward him for curbing his tongue, Coriolanus shot away 

 as straight as an arrow, when he at last ventured to 

 call upon him. 



The names of "Sim" and "Job" have jobMarsonand 

 so long been connected, that we can Butler. 

 scarcely sever them now. Job's first win was when he 

 was only fourteen, on Mr. Bell's Cinderella, in 1 83 1, 

 at Beverley ; but it was ten years at least before 

 Charles Xllth's Goodwood Cup brought him fairly to 

 his riding. In fact, except in connexion with Mr. 

 Allen's horses and Humphrey, and the lurching Mel- 

 bourne on whom he was especially at home, he had 

 been very little heard of, even in the North ; although 

 Templeman, with all that generosity of feeling which 

 is the truest sign of talent, never ceased telling the 

 trainers what a promising lad he was, and terribly 

 difficult to get rid of when he had anything under 

 him. He always " liked to see mischief before him," 

 and come, next the rails, in the last sixty yards ; and 

 when he did punish, it was much more with his spurs 

 than his whip. If his phlegmatic nature had to be 

 specially excited, it was enough to tell him that a 

 South country jockey, towards whom he never felt in- 

 wardly very amiable, had said that he was certain to 

 win ; and " Does *er? then he wont!' was invariably the 

 precursor to one of his finest efforts. Butler's rush 

 was more electric, but not so strong and steady. 

 Their seats, too, were different, as Frank leant slightly 

 forward in his set-to, while Job was as upright as 

 a dart, and rode a trifle too short for complete 

 elegance. 



In physical power, Marson was the ^ ^. 

 strongest of the two, as he was always 

 able, from his slight make, to ride eight stone easily ; 

 while Butler ought never to have gone to scale for 



