and to judge from the style in which Augur and Radulphus have won their races, his lordship has lost nothing by the change. Hill's habits were hardly such as to fit him to be the head of a stable, and the stale form in which Voltigeur was brought out for his match did not say very much for his judgment. The career of the Flying Dutchman may be simply summed up thus: he won eleven times, walked over four, and lost once; thus bringing in all £18,725 into the Eglinton Castle exchequer, and an Emperor's Vase on to the sideboard. As Van Tromp's winnings comprised £12,075, and two Cups, his lordship may thus be said to have won £32,000 by these two sons of Barbelle alone. For make we infinitely prefer Van, as we do not like The Dutchman's style of back; and we confidently expect to see some Vandenhoff, Van Brunt, Van Tassel, Van Winkle, Vanderloo, Van Ripper, or Van Dunk, gladdening old Mr. Kirby's heart with his performances. Lord Zetland possesses his" son and heir" in the person of Ivan out of Siberia. Teddington's match with Mountain Deer seems to have been a very false test of the real merits of the two. That the latter is a good "miler" we can readily believe; but if Teddington had been in the same springy order as he was at Epsom, he would never have had to taste Job Marson's steel on his flanks and shoulder so severely as he did. The solution of the matter seems to be, that Sir Joseph never believed that the Squire's horse was in anything like form till Marson received a retainer from the Squire, on the Friday in the Doncaster week, to ride him for the Grand Duke Michael Stakes. This was within a bare month of the match coming off, and the chesnut had to be not a little hurried in his preparation. Somehow or other, we fancy that his forte lies in an A.F. struggle, and that he will not shine as a cup horse. We should call him a peculiarly made horse: he is narrow in the girth, high in the haunches, straight in the shoulder, and rather calf-kneed. This match was just one of those struggles which break a horse's heart for the rest of his racing career; and if his Cambridgeshire running is worth anything, it has disposed of Mountain Deer's powers of locomotion for the present. Teddington's running in conjunction with Ariosto's bid fair to make Orlando one of the most popular sires of the day; and when we remember that Touchstone is now rising twenty-two, we are right glad to see such a worthy son of a worthy sire at the very tip-top of his profession. Mr. Greville showed good judgment in purchasing him, and he is likely to prove a dirt-cheap horse. As far as we can judge at present, his late owner's place on the turf will be well filled by Lord Ribblesdale, who begins with as nice a set of two-year-olds as man need wish for. We thought when Hobby Noble, Buckthorn, and Kingston came out together at Ascot, that we had but once before seen a trio of such finelooking" maidens ;" and the latter has already credited £1,160 to the "orange sleeves and black body," which is the noble lord's banner. His tail-docking fancy hardly comes up to our ideas of beauty, but we have a strong idea that he will prove one of the old-school style of sportsmen, an accession of whom are so much wanted at present. Though he only numbers some fifty-one summers, Colonel Peel has been full twenty years on the turf; and eight-and-twenty years ago, when Captain Peel, he kept a "cocktail" stud of three or four, who did no little execution at Hunt Meetings. Archibald was his first horse of renown, and F. Boyce officiated on him in great events during his first season (1831), one of which was running second to Margrave for the Criterion. In 1832 his stud was increased from eight to ten, and "natty Arthur Pavis" became the regular donner of the "purple and orange cap." Under his guidance Archibald bore out the promise of his previous season in the 2,000 Guineas and Newmarket St. Leger, and Nonsense made his debût. Few men sent better horses to a trainer: amongst them were-Vulture, the flying mare, who so astonished Lord George Bentinck in her match against Grey Momus; Garry Owen, one of the best of match horses; Slane, who was equally distinguished both in cup struggles and of later years in the stud farm; Orlando, on whose behalf the Colonel so signally clapped an extinguisher over the legpainters and tail-dockers of the United Kingdom, A.D. 1844; Ion, who ran second for each of the great northern and southern "events" of '38; and Tadmor, who comforted him for his Derby defeat by gather ing some £8,011 by the strength of his legs before they finally gave way. Thanks to him, the Colonel's winnings in 1849 reached £7,105; but in the following year they dwindled down to £2,490. It is generally understood that he first framed the system of Triennial Stakes. Sir Joseph Hawley's career, considering the short time he has been on the turf, was a much more brilliant one; as in seven seasons and about oneseventh of another, he has won stakes to the amount of £45,395, and the unlucky Doncaster Cup to boot. For our parts we have no belief in his "retirement ;" and we should be exceedingly sorry to suppose that it was in the power of a number of "roughs" (who showed their animus pretty plainly in the sale-yard at Tattersall's) to drive him off the Turf, because he had cleverly concealed his stable-secrets from them throughout the whole season, and made them fairly gnash their teeth with vexation when he popped on to them, at the eleventh hour, with his real Simon Pure. Still, though these clever concealments lent a very great zest to turf matters, we do think that he carried his love of mystery a little too far. His non-declaration before the St. Leger was an unheardof proceeding in this line. There is a popular and an unpopular way of keeping stable-secrets; and he seems to have hit upon the latter to a nicety. Lord Eglinton, for instance, hits the happy medium; and the consequence is that the victory of the tartan is always hailed with the most unqualified delight both by "the ring" and "the ring" and "the masses." Would that Sir Joseph would take a hint from his Lordship and some others we could mention, and race a little more for sport, and not quite so much for "business!" In re the Doncaster Cup, we perfectly agree with Captain Rous, although the sale of Vatican savoured rather more of "sharp practice" than we like to see in a turf leader. After all, the old horse did not help the chesnut in the least; as Lough Bawn (who was specially engaged for him or Black Doctor) did all that was required. for the first mile and a-half at a most splitting pace. The Fyfield House stud now includes Mendicant, Clincher, Teddington, The Confessor, Orelio, Bob Major, and Cheshire Witch-filly, North Pole, Mustang, Bloomer, Koh-i-Noor, Strawberry Hill, and three or four others; so that A. Taylor is likely to have his hands as full as ever during the coming season. We are heartily rejoiced that Sir Joseph has got rid of Old England, as his fancy seemed likely to prove a very expensive one. His growing penchant for this son of Defence would very soon have told on his stake-winnings. In 1850 he was third to Lords Exeter and Zetland, and in 1849 second to Lord Eglinton on this list. At last he has worked his way up to the first place, as will be seen on reference to the following list, which we have compiled with no little care; the in it signifying" Cups in addition." Carry forward.. 165 £106,966 Total.... 241 £123,979 The other winners brought out, number 465, and we believe, at a rough guess, that their winnings amount to about £56,000, which makes the sum tottle" about £180,000, independently of the value of Cups. Of this, Teddington has won £7,165; Nancy, £6,471; Hernandez, £5,436; and Iris, £4,800: while Clothworker is again at the head of the 706 winning nags, with 14 races, which is 3 less than last year. This remarkable horse has thus started for 61 races within eighteen months, 31 of them. Copper-bottomed as he is, his owner seems often to overtax him without rhyme or reason, as he pulled him out once against Elthiron, once against Little Fawn (at a 38lbs. disadvantage), and three times against Miss Ann at the Caledonian Hunt (the last of these races being a four-mile one). We almost wonder that Mr. Thomas, se and won cretary to the Anti-Cruelty Society, does not request an interview with Mr. Thomas Parr on the subject! He is a slow, but a very game horse; and we were particularly struck with the style in which he seemed to struggle on, when hopelessly beaten by 8st. 9lbs. and two four-year-olds turned loose for the Grand Stand Plate at Epsom. Vatican seems to have lost all his ill-temper, which is rather remarkable, considering the incessant wear-and-tear to which the private tutoring of Sir Joseph's crack three-year-olds entailed on him in the spring. Any one who saw him, with true Venison pluck, catch his horses one by one in the York Cup, with 9st. 10lbs., and run at 43lbs. (or exactly a stone above weight for age) within a short length of Unity, must be pretty well convinced that Mr. Stebbings will find "life in the old horse yet.' Clincher is a very fine tall horse; but looks long and very weak on his legs. He is a most delicate and difficult horse to train; and it will be seen, that after bowling over Aphroditè he has again found his way into the Fyfield stable. Cariboo is handsome; but has had some severe measures resorted to in the leg department; and we dislike Landgrave's shape more than any horse we ever saw. He seems to slope from his withers to his tail, for all the world like a camel. Knight of Avenel, who, though a very game animal, had always a very coach-horse look about him, and peculiar legs at two years old, which made "old hands" shake their heads as they looked at them, is never likely to show again; and Beehunter is an equally doubtful subject. Like the two Kilkenny cats, they effectually disposed of each other in the ever memorable Port Stakes. Cossack is very much aged in appearance; and his stable say that they have never had him healthy since the Derby until this year. Strange as it may seem, he has only won £75, and that in a compromised walk-over, since his Epsom triumph. Peck has him in hand now; and it seems probable that he may try it on for another season if the handicappers will kindly pity his sorrows and favour him with 8st. or so in one of the great events. Maid of Masham is not likely to appear again, which is rather a good thing for the northern meetings, on whose Queen's Plates she was wont to pounce like a regular harpy. Since the Great Yorkshire Stakes of 1848, in which Cartwright was reported to have given up his mount to Templeman under the idea that she was a hopeless case, she has won 21 times, i. e. £4,593. We have been told that she is the property of two ladies. Her break down occurred in a tendon just above the right pastern; but we believe that the stable had for some time past expected something of the kind: had it not happened, it does not seem that there was any probability of her getting nearer than second at the finish. Peep-o'-Day Boy is likely to be a popular stallion, as he is one of the shortest-legged animals for his size that we ever looked at, and with a frame as round and muscular as that of the once-great Plenipo. Flatcatcher is quite his antipodes in the former respect; and of the "B. Green" trio we still should fancy Assault most as a sire. In 1847, when they were all in their twoyear-old prime, this little fellow was quite master of the three in their private spins over Hambleton. We have a strong idea that Russborough, either from natural or unnatural causes has not been himself this year. Such a fine-framed son of Irish Birdcatcher must have more running in him than he has shown of late; but £210 due for forfeits in Messrs. Weatherby's black list will, no doubt, prevent him. from enlightening the "bloody Saxons" on that point. His brother Irishers are by far the heaviest defaulters inscribed in the above £13,250 scroll. Some people will have it that Voltigeur took all the steel out of him. If so, it is a problem in natural philosophy how the two St. Leger heats which got the victor so exactly up to the mark to meet The Dutchman on the Friday should have placed the loser, who was presumed to be the fresher horse of the two, in such "everlasting limbo." Our impression about Darkie is, that he never was, and never will be, more than a slow useful horse: clever under a welter weight, and able to stand Mr. Crawford's favourite Loo expeditions (Sam Rogers ought to be "well up" in High Dutch by this time): but we are very much mistaken if Windischgratz's 1851 performances are a real index to what he will do when once more quite fit and "intended." (To be continued.) THE UNSUCCESSFUL MAN; PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF TILBURY NOGO, ESQ. BY FOXGLove. CHAP. XVI. "Bring forth the horse !-the horse was brought. In truth he was a noble steed, Who looked as though the speed of thought Were in his limbs-but he was wild! Wild as the wild deer-and untaught; With spur and bridle undefiled. Away! away! my breath was gone, I saw not where he hurried on." -MAZEPPA. "Whoever casts to compass wightie prize, And thinks to throw out thundering words of threat, There is a depth of philosophy in the oracular wisdom of the immortal Mr. Weller which can only be equalled by the pithy brevity of his remarks, striking from their truth to the mind of the superficial observer, as they are calculated to awaken the most profound reflections in the attentive student of human nature. Not the least instructive of his apophthegms are those in which, inspired by the affection of a father as by the prophetic wisdom of a sage, he warns his son "Samivel" against the alluring blandishments of that unsparing enemy of the masculine species, which he denominates "the widder.' Forgetting, in the magnitude of his object, such petty arithmetical details as to how many ordinary women a widow is equal in "point of attraction," he ad |