The Kensington Hippodrome was eventually closed down on account of the noise and disorders which arose there, and one may safely assume there was always a certain amount of _rude_ness and _rowd_iness among the _rout_ at all hippodromes. Had Herr Cissa, the imaginary Saxon to whom the authorities so generously ascribe Cissbury Ring, Chichester, and many other places, been present on some prehistoric Whit Monday, doubtless like any other personage of importance he would have arrived at Kensington seated in a _reidi_--the equivalent of the British _rhod_. And if further, in accordance with Teutonic wont, Cissa had sneered at the shaggy little _keffils_[495] of the British, certainly some keen Icenian[496] would have pointed out that not only was the _keffil_ or _cafall_ a horse of very distinguished antiquity, but that the word _cafall_ reminded him agreeably of the Gaulish _cheval_ and the Iberian _cabal_, both very chivalrous or cavalryous old words suggestive of _valiant_, _valid_, and strong Che or Jou. Hereupon some young Cockney would inevitably have uttered the current British byword-- For acuteness and valour the Greeks For excessive pride the Romans _For dulness the creeping Saxons_.[497] Unless human nature is very changeable Herr Cissa would then have delivered himself somewhat as follows: "It is really coming to this, that we Germans, the people to whose exquisite Kultur the nations of Europe and of America, too, owe the fact that they no longer consist of hordes of ape-like savages roaming their primordial forests, are about to allow ourselves to be dictated to."[498]