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 fortifies his
lungs, which are weak, by smoking cigars all day. The policemen about
the Haymarket know the little creature, and the early cabmen salute him.
The closed doors of fish and lobster shops open after service, and vomit
out little Famish, who is either tipsy and quarrelsome--when he wants
to fight the cabmen; or drunk and helpless--when some kind friend (in
yellow satin) takes care of him. All the neighbourhood, the cabmen, the
police, the early potato-men, and the friends in yellow satin, know the