re; which he did without much reluctance, accommodating a youngster,
who had just entered the regiment, with a glandered charger at an
uncommonly stiff figure.

He has since devoted his time to billiards, steeple-chasing, and the
turf. His head-quarters are 'Rummer's,' in Conduit Street, where
he keeps his kit; but he is ever on the move in the exercise of his
vocation as a gentleman-jockey and gentleman-leg.

According to BELL'S LIFE, he is an invariable attendant at all races,
and an actor in most of them. He rode the winner at Leamington; he was
left for dead in a ditch a fortnight ago at Harrow; and yet there he
was, last week, at the Croix de Berny, pale and determined as ever,
astonishing the BADAUDS of Paris by the elegance of his seat and the
neatness of his rig, as he took a preliminary gallop on that vicious
brute 'The Disowned,' before starting for 'the French Grand National.'

He is a regular attendant at the Corner, where he compiles a limited but
comfortable libretto. During season he rides often in the Park, mounted
on a clever well-bred pony. He is to be seen escorting celebrated
horsewoman, Fanny Highflyer, or in confidential converse with Lord
Thimblerig, the eminent handicapper.

He carefully avoids decent society, and would rather dine off a steak at
the 'One Tun' with Sam Snaffle the jockey, Captain O'Rourke, and two or
three other notorious turf robbers, than with the choicest company in
London. He likes to announce at 'Rummer's' that he is going to run down
and spend his Saturday and Sunday in a friendly way with Hocus, the leg,
at his little box near Epsom; where, if report speak true, many 'rummish
plants' are concocted.

He does not play billiards often, and never in public: but when he does
play, he always contrives to get hold of a good flat, and never leaves
him till he has done him uncommonly brown. He has lately been playing a
good deal with Famish.

When he makes his appearance in the drawing-room, which occasionally
happens at a hunt-meeting or a race-ball, he enjoys himself extremely.

His young friend is Ensign Famish, who is not a little pleased to be
seen with such a smart fellow as Rag, who bows to the best turf company
in the Park. Rag lets Famish accompany him to Tattersall's, and
sells him bargains in horse-flesh, and uses Famish's cab. That young
gentleman's regiment is in India, and he is at home on sick leave. He
recruits his health by being intoxicated every night, and