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he has never seen him at all. A trainer 

 friend of mine once told me that, while 

 waiting with a horse-box at a Midland 

 junction, an unoccupied porter sauntered up, 

 and asked what he'd got in there. " Sally 

 Brass II.," was the reply. " What ! good old 

 Sally ? Let's have a squint at her, young 

 man. She've a won me many a quid, but 

 I've never set eyes on her yet." So the 

 great raking Sally, a frequent winner in her 

 day, standing near seventeen hands, and 

 covering more ground in her stride than I 

 think I ever saw a horse do, was exhibited 

 to her humble admirer to his immense satis- 

 faction and joy. Well, one likes the interest 

 the honest fellow took in his selected 

 favourite ; but can it be a very wholesome 

 interest, that purely monetary one, which a 

 man in his position takes in a horse trained 

 so far away, and which, but for this casual 

 glimpse of her in a railway box, he would 

 probably never have seen at all ? 



