THE

JAMES WARD, Esq. R. A.

Engraved by Mr. THOMPSON, from a
Painting by J. JACKSON, Esq. R. A.
MR. Ward, whose portrait is

here given, was, we under-
stand, a pupil to his brother, Wm.
Ward, the eminent mezzotinto en-
graver, in which profession he ex-
celled. He then made several co-
pies and imitations of his relative,
the celebrated Morland, many of
which may easily be taken for the
originals of that artist; but his
genius, like a good horse, was not
inclined to run second when it was
able to be first, and finding out
his strength, he gave a loose rein
to his own abilities, beating Mor
land and mezzotinto many lengths.

We have subjoined a list of
some of his works, the talent and
beauty of which must be in the
recollection of our readers, most

of them having been publicly ex-
hibited; and it will, therefore, be
unnecessary for us to offer a com-
ment on the subject.

Portrait of Nonpareil, the favorite
charger of His Most Gracious
Majesty King George the Fourth,
with an emblematic back ground.
-Portrait of Monitor, a remark-
able trotter.-Portrait of Sooth-
sayer-all in the King's possession.
Portrait of Moses. Duke of York.
Battle near Boston, Lincolnshire (see
Exhibition Catalogue).

John Broadhurst, Esq.
A Group of Cattle, large as life.-
Portrait of Walton in action.---Por

A favorite Horse.

Marquis of Huntley. A Fox-hunt.-Ralph Lambton, Esq. on his favorite hunter, and pack of hounds, engraved.

Ralph Lambton, Esq. Portrait of a Cossack War-horse in a field trot.-Portrait of a Persian Charger.-Portrait of Copenhagen, the Duke of Wellington's Waterloo Charger.-Portrait of Bonaparte's Waterloo Charger Marengo. Por trait of Count Platoff's Charger, with some of his distinguished Cossacks.

Duke of Northumberland. Portrait of Leopold.

John George Lambton, Esq. Portrait of Syntax.

Ralph Riddel, Esq.

A Spanish Blood-Hound.

Lyon, Esq. The Battle of Waterloo, an Allegory, painted for the Directors of the

British Institution for Chelsea Hos pital, 35 feet long by 21 high. Chelsea Hospital.

The Pool of Bethesda.

John Knight, Esq.

A Zebra Cow and Calf.

Marquis of Hertford. Portrait of the Rev. Dr. Busfield, engraved. Dr. Busfield. Portrait of Sir John F. Leicester, Bart. &c. &c. reviewing his troops on the sands at Liverpool.

-The Fall of Phaeton, a sketch.--Tabley Tower, with cattle.-Asses waiting the return of fishing-boats. -Dogs of the Dalmatian breed.Ferrets catching Rabbits in a rabbit-hole.

Sir John F. Leicester, now Baron de Tabley.

Portrait of Judgment, a favorite Lord Deerhurst. Portrait of a favorite Hunter.

hunter.

Hon. John Coventry. Portrait of an Italian Greyhound.

Sir Thomas Heathcote, Bart. Portrait of a Spaniel. Lord Darnley. Portrait of a Child.-Portrait of Ea

gle, a celebrated racer, engraved.— A Lioness and Heron, engraved.Portrait of Granadilla, brood mare, and Skyscraper colt. A Farrier's Shop, engraved.--Airing the Hounds, engraved.-Portrait of Master Garle, whole length.-Portrait of Master Garle with his favorite Dog, whole length, with numerous others.

Thomas Garle, Esq. Also, several in possession of his brother, John Garle, Esq. A Spaniel at the Tomb of Ellen, engraved.-Swans, &c. &c.

Peter Coxe, Esq. Two large Oxen.-An Arabian CharViscount Clive.

ger.

Spaniel disturbing Ducks-Spaniel sitting up begging.-An Arabian Charger. The Earl of Powis. The Earl of Chesterfield upon his favorite Shetland pony.-His Lordship's Sisters, Lady Elizabeth and Lady Georgiana Stanhope, decorating a tame Fawn with a wreath of Roses-large as life.-Bradby Cedar. The Earl of Chesterfield. Copy from the Bath of Diana, by

Titian, now in the possession of the Marquis of Stafford. Mr. Ward. Goodall Seat, Craven, County of York, large scale.

Lord Ribblesdale. A Dun Arabian.-A Grey Charger and Spanish Pony.-A Španiel. Lord Londonderry. A Portrait of Walton, engraved.Portrait of Phantom, engraved. Sir John Shelley. Portrait of an Old Hunter, engraved. Lord Maynard. Portraits of Blackthorn, a Brood Mare, and Old Jack, a favorite Pony.-Asses, &c. &c. in a Cavern. -A Bell-Ewe, and Lambs.

Edward Munday, Esq. Banker, an old celebrated Hunter, greeting an old Fox-hound.-Theophilus Levett, Esq. upon a favorite Hunter, with the Fox breaking covert from the Osier-bed at Wichmor.-The Deer-stealer, with various others, &c. &c.

Theophilus Levett, Esq. Portrait of the Rev. Thomas Levett. -Cock shooting.

Rev. Thomas Levett.

Portraits of Luke and Kate Kenny, remarkable aged characters of Alderwaslin. Joseph Hart, Esq. Spanish Ass and Foal.- Primrose, and Foal by Cryer. Mr. Ward. Portraits of a Son of the Earl of Mulgrave, with his favorite Pony. Lord Mulgrave. A Straw Yard.-A Cow and Calf, with Sheep and Goat.

Sir Richard Hoare, Bart.

SIR

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T has been matter of surprise to me how an author can sit down and write a book about nothing at all, when I, who have the fine field of Newmarket Heath before me, and, "in my mind's eye," the whole subject of the First October Meeting, really don't know how to fill a single sheet: but such a cloud at that it gives pain rather than plea-' present hangs over turf affairs,

sure to record the little occurrences of the two Meetings I have witnessed at Newmarket.

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On my way thither I generally call at a large town in the neighbourhood, where landlord, waiter, hostler, boots, bystanders, inhabitants, are all sporting people, according to their several capacities; and my general salutation is, "Well! what sport for the week?" "Lord, Sir," was the reply to my last inquiry, hear the name of a horse mentioned, or of a guinea being betted in the whole place; and were it not for seeing you and another or two, we should not know it was meeting time." And I must own, that, when I arrived at Newmarket on the Saturday, I found it in a similar state-"swept and garnished,"

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but not a guest within. However, towards night the rumbling of a few carriages convinced me I had not mistaken the time; but they were so few in number I could not help asking myself and others the causes of this miserable falling off. The first that presented itself was the lamented illness of the Duke of York, whose kind, condescending, affable, friendly, amiable, and cheerful disposition brought many, many followers, and what he had in prospective probably many more. No Duke of Rutland down-no morning and afternoon shootingno housekeeping at Cheveley-no columns of curling smoke mocking each other in their ascent from the numberless chimneys of that noble mansion-no savoury scent from the kitchens of the Palace, Lord Foley's, Lord Sefton's &c. &c.enough you will say to cast a gloom over any thing or every thingadded to which, though there were plenty of horses, there was not one good one in the whole town, compared with times of old.

Five races were set down for the first day; the Trial Stakes to be gin with-seven started; and worse never wish to see in the hands of my enemies; however, they look pretty to strangers while they are running, and, to those who bet for betting's sake, make quite as good sport. A four-year-old of Colonel Wilson's by Tiresias,dam Spinning Jenny, unexpectedly won; and, should it be libellous to abuse a horse, I don't know where I shall hide myself he is a great coarse, ugly, diseased, ill-tempered beast; what the other six must be to be worse than him, 1 must leave and your readers to imagine; but it looked like a race at last, between Orion, the second, and the winner. The others of course declined, it

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being only a Trial Stakes, as soon as their chance was out.

The next was a match between Lord Anson and Mr. Chifney, both descended from great men in their way; but the sailor was more than a match for the jockey. Pigmy carried 8st. 6lb., Ina 8st. If the weights had been reversed the little one would have won, though with a year's disadvantage in age. Sam Chifney rode the loser most beautifully, but angrily at last, when he found he could conceal. his defeat no longer, which, to the last hundred yards, he had done most successfully.

The Grand Duke Michael Stakes, worth upwards of 10001. was the third prize. Of the twenty subscribers, ten came to the post; amongst them high sounding names, but with low pretensions, if we look at the past and present as the only source of turf knowledge-Problem,Bolivar, Monarch,with others, and last, though not least, The General. Here certainlywas a Hobgoblin in his way; whether he was so haunted on former occasions we must leave it to Mr. Farquhar, and a very few others to determine. It was a pretty good race, Hobgoblin first, and Colleger second.

The Duke of Grafton's Paul Jones beat Lord Anson's Heroine easy, giving seven pounds, with the appearance of being able to give seven more.

Rachel, Mantua, and Mr. Thornhill's Morel filly, ran for a nice little stake of 900 sovs. which the Duke of York's Rachel won, but with the others close up, and the pace moderate.

TUESDAY.-Mr. Wyndham's Whalebone filly, dam by Teddy, beat Colonel Syng's Number Nip, for 100 sovs. (as the list says); but I declare I would as soon risk

The Duke of Rutland's Adeliza, 8st. 9lb. beat Lord Anson's Noureddin, 7st. dlb. This was a wellmade match, well run, and closely contested. Pedigree had a good deal to do here. Adeliza was beat a considerable way from home, but the pride of her family becoming alarmed, she struggled on, and won a race by stoutness which she had no chance of doing by speed.

Fifty Guineas, free for horses of all ages, for which four entered, but two only started, Chateau Margaux and Mortgage, over the Beacon Course. This was a race of great interest, and consequently considerable betting; both horses being considered by those who knew them, or fancied they did, the best at Newmarket for running a distance. Nothing particular occurred; the horses kept well together, the jockeys rode well, and, what is singular in so long a race, both horses became distressed at the same moment; but Chateau Margaux, from having the least possible advantage in stride, just won, though in such a state of exhaustion and tremor as I never saw exceeded except once. Mortgage recovered first, and there are some who still think him the best horse: I, however, am not one of those; Chateau Margaux is the finest animal, with more length,

and a finer stride; above all, what has happened may happen again.

Mr. Greville's Fawn won a Stakes of 15 sovs. each, the winner to be sold for 200 sovs. Seven others started. I did not hear of any one claiming the winner, and indeed he must have been a bold man who would take the three best at the money.

This and the St. Leger, if it must still be called so, were the only races of the day (WEDNESDAY). To the latter there were eighteen subscribers of 25 sovs. each. Six only started, two of which belonged to the Duke of Grafton, and were of course favorites, viz. Problem and Goshawk-these, no doubt the best of the six he named in the race; but so poor a figure did they cut that his Grace's stud must no longer be considered invincible, nor his judgment and great management better than that in use amongst other people. Leeway and Monarch left the other four as soon as any thing like strong running was made, which ended in a severe struggle and dead heat between the two; after which the Stakes were divided-a poor pitiful way of ending the St. Leger, if it was meant that the one of Newmarket should rival Doncaster.

THURSDAY (and the ending of the first week), we had five smart races. For the Town Plate Dervise came in first, closely followed by Lap Dog-Hobgoblin and another beat clean off. A strong opinion seemed to prevail, and was handed about with little cere mony, that the rider of Lap Dog (Arnul) was "ridden out of the race" by Buckle, and that had he made more play he could not have lost it; but till it can be ascertained what he felt at the time, it is better to say, perhaps! or something equally satisfactory.