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mud half way up his hocks. The course had been 

 quite covered on the previous day, and lads were 

 actually sailing in washing-tubs from tent to tent. On 

 another occasion we are told that lanterns were tied 

 to the posts, and the last heats, in which Ben Smith 

 rode, were run off by their glimmer. 



Harry Edwards, in his white kid gloves and ruffles, 

 was quite a lion when he came out and won upon 

 Naworth over the T.Y.C. This colt was a very diffi- 

 cult one to ride, as he had mastered his lad, jumped 

 a wall, and chased a mare from the High Moor at 

 Middleham to Dawson's stables. Hence he turned re- 

 bellious in public, and only finished fourth at New- 

 castle; but " Slashing Harry" paid him off, and steered 

 him with an energy and leverage of arm, such as no 

 other jockey, save Sam Chifney, ever seemed to us 

 quite to possess. If his temper had been better he 

 would have been a clipper. When Edwards rode him 

 in an exercise gallop behind Pyramid five years at Car- 

 lisle, the grey could not get rid of him, and the weights 

 were as nearly even as possible. Lord George gave 

 500 guineas for him, and he ran for nine seasons, and 

 then had a turn, by way of finish, at " The Liverpool 

 Grand National." 



Mr. Daley, " the Incledon of the Turf," was not then 

 Clerk of the Course. When he became a Carlisle 

 notable and lived in the Corporation-road, his little 

 parlour was quite radiant with pictures of our best 

 actors, many of them presentation copies, and among 

 them, duly framed, a very cordial letter from Mr. 

 Charles Dickens. In his own photograph, the unfail- 

 ing glass is in his eye, and he is supposed to be taking 

 stock of his great opponent as they meet in English- 

 street. It might have been truly said of either of them, 

 that 



" Whene'er he walks the street, the paviours cry — 

 ' God bless you, sir,' and lay their rammers by ;" 



so here was a double advantage. It needed but one 



