dicative of the chivalry of his mind; and one can neither feel surprised at the lavish manner in which Fortune has behaved to him, or the popularity he enjoys in every circle of society. For near twenty years and upwards, his tartan jacket, whether worn by Tommy Lye, Job Marson, or Charles Marlow, was always the favourite with the public, because no money-making tactics were ever associated with it, and the wearer of it knew full well they had but one set of orders given them, viz., to win if they could. The first proof Lord Eglintoun gave of his love of manly sports, and desire to abate in some measure the kid-glove effeminacy of the present age, was his getting up of the tournament at Ayr; and those who were privileged to witness the rehearsals of the Knights at St. John's Wood, were compelled to admit, however witty some people might be, at the expense of the combatants, that it was no child's play, and few but Englishmen of high degree would be found to engage in it. The tournament itself, had it not been for the frightful inclemency of the weather, would have been one of the most splendid spectacles of modern ages, not a detail according to the traditions of "the age of chivalry" being omitted; and, in fact, it appeared as if the famous lists of Ashbyde-la-Zouch had been transferred to Ayrshire, and the Ariosto of the North never sung of fairer dames or braver warriors.

Lord Eglintoun commenced his stud in 1831, with three mares, viz., Louise, Queen, and Bathsheba, with whom, however, he was not very fortunate. But shortly afterwards he came out better with Pau Pry, Haycock, and Lucifer-all welter-weight horses-with whom he won several matches himself, beating Mr. Campbell of Jura, on his famous Fair Ellen and Tally-ho, and Sir James Boswell on one or two of his cracks.

By degrees the stud grew larger, and was no longer confined to the provincial meetings of Scotland; and his Lordship may be said to have entered on the Northern Circuit, with that prospect of "the leading business" before him, which was afterwards realized. Dawson had then charge of his string, and did well for him with The Potentate, St. Bennet, Dr. Caius, Bellona, and Jamie Forest, besides winning the St. Leger with Blue Bonnet, who never was backed until the night before the race. Of these, The Potentate was quite "The Fisherman" of the age, winning in 1838 eleven times out of nineteen, and in 1839 fifteen times out of twenty-three. St. Bennett was also a very lucky animal for him, as he won the Liverpool Cup and the Northumberland Plate two years in succession with him. Bellona also did many a good thing for him. Shortly after Lord Eglintoun had won the St. Leger, disliking to be in a public stable, he gave up Dawson, and engaged Fobert as his private trainer, and with him he remained until his final decline of the turf. With Fobert his Lordship's good fortune did not desert him, as he won the Northumberland Plate three times in five years, viz., with Dolo, Eryx, and Elthiron; the Metropolitan with Glensaddle; the Great Yorkshire Handicap with Pompey; the Ascot Stakes with Lucio. These were his ordinary horses; but his two "cracks," Van Tromp and the Flying Dutchman, are deserving of more special attention.

Van Tromp I conceive to have been one of the most superior horses we have had for many a year, and the public were so struck with him when he came out and won the Champagne, that they took a very short price about him for the Derby; and during the winter, and until the

fortnight before Epsom, he kept his place as first favourite. The advices, however, from Middleham, that he had not been doing work enough for so gross and big a horse, induced many to stand against him; and Cossack having had a wonderful trial, and the Danebury stable coming out with one of their heavy commissions, it was not surprising that Van should give way. Lord George Bentinck, however, stuck by him to the last moment, and stood upwards of twenty thousand on him when the flag fell. And as an instance of his Lordship's perseverance in any measure he once took in hand, I may mention, that having misgivings about the market in relation to Van Tromp, he sent his own confidential servant to Epsom to inspect the preparation of the box for him, and see that it was properly fumigated and got ready for his reception. On the Derby morning also he arrived at an early hour at Epsom, went instantly to the stable, and never quitted it, until Fobert led the horse to the Downs, where he accompanied himself, and saw him given up to Job Marson. And he actually had soap and water and a towel, for the purposes of performing his ablutions, brought to him from Fobert's cottage, and put upon the corn-bin. Various reasons were assigned for Van's defeat in the Derby; and Job, from having given two different versions of it to Lady Eglintoun and Lord George, was suspected of having favoured his uncle's horse War Eagle. This idea I cannot listen to, and believe that Van was not so well adapted to the Derby course as Cossack, who went up and down it like a cricket ball. In the St. Leger, Van Tromp had his revenge on Cossack, and beat him very cleverly, his long stride telling immensely in his favour, over the flat course of Doncaster. His Lordship in this race also ran third with Eryx; and it was with a great deal of reluctance that he put Job up on Van, indeed it was entirely on account of the horse keeping so firm in the market that he had the mount, as Marlow and he were both weighed, and it was not until the last moment they knew which they were to ride. This was almost the last great race Job rode for Lord Eglintoun, as at the end of the season he sent word to say he had no further occasion for his services, and Marlow was then gazetted "vice Job retired." The change, I am apprehensive, although most beneficial to Marlow, preyed most severely upon Job, who was never the same man afterwards, and immediately took to that foolish means of consolation, which robbed the Turf of his services.

Two years afterwards Lord Eglintoun again astonished the sporting world with his Flying Dutchman, who won both Derby and St. Leger for him, as Surplice did in the previous season; and thus dispelling for ever the crotchet of "the old school" that it was impossible for the same animal to win both events. At all distances, whether over T.Y.C., a mile and a-half, a mile and three-quarters, or a Cup course, Flying Dutchman I believe to have been the speediest horse we have seen for many a day; and if, like the great West Australian, he was once doomed to know what it was to be defeated, he was more fortunate than the latter, as Voltigeur and Speed the Plough were not at all in the same category of animals. The sum of money The Dutchman was backed for, to win the Derby, would appear incredible if recorded. Not only Yorkshire swore by him, but also the whole of the aristocracy of the Turf; and perhaps, with the exception of West Australian, he was the worst horse Davis ever had in his books. After The Dutchman was withdrawn, Lord Eglintoun had two or three other good horses that

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were backed for the Derby, viz., Mavors, who was the only animal that ever beat the Flier in a trial, and Knight of Avenel, but they both were of an inferior class, and although the latter beat Beehunter, after one of the speediest and most terrific races ever known at Newmarket, they were ultimately sold by private contract with the rest of his Lordship's stud; and the tartan jacket, I am afraid, is gone for ever from the pages of Many reasons have been assigned for Lord the Guide to the Turf. Eglintoun's retirement, and many fancy he could not stand beating; but this I know for certain-that he stated he would never go through again the frightful anxiety of another Derby favourite, as when he had the Dutchman, the anonymous letters he received respecting his trainer and jockey nearly drove him mad. And it is more probable that reasons of a family nature, with which the public When in his zenith as have nothing to do, caused him to give up.

a racing man, Lord Eglintoun had this singularity ahout him, viz., that he eschewed all mystery about his horses, and never adopted that Lord Burleigh shake of the head, and Paul Bedford wink, which some proprietors think so clever to make use of. Frequently indeed he suffered for this candour, as his commissions were anticipated, and never, but in one instance, did he punish the offenders. It is also strange, during the whole time he trained at Middleham he never saw his horses there but twice; and as Fobert won near seventy thousand pounds for him in stakes, it does not appear as if his interests And should he ever come again, suffered much from his absence. á la Sir Joseph Hawley, it is to be hoped that the same good fortune may pursue him. As a shot, Lord Eglintoun is remarkable; and at billiards perhaps the only person that can beat him is the celebrated Captain Mundy, of the Royal Artillery. At racquets also he is bad to oppose, and no one has done more in Scotland to cherish the national game of curling. When he coursed, which was some few years back, his greyhounds were as good as his race-horses, and the old motto of "Nil tetigit quod non ornavit" will be the best appendix to his character. Lord Eglintoun is now a widower, having lost his wife, by whom he has a large family, some three years back, in Scotland, from a very sudden illness of disease of the heart. Her Ladyship was the widow of the late Mr. Cockerell, an Indian merchant of enormous wealth; and perhaps she was even more partial to racing than her noble spouse.

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No. XII.-MR. CAMPBELL WINDHAM, Better known in Hampshire as John Henry Campbell, having only within the last few years taken the name of Windham, from a gentlethat name, whose fortune near Salisbury he inherited, one of the leading sportsmen in has long been recognized as Wiltshire and Hampshire, and for one or two seasons hunted the Hambledon hounds. Mr. Campbell Windham, although always partial to racing, and, before the scale and the gout warned him he had had his day in the pigskin, was a very fair gentleman-jockey, and as invincible over Soberton Down for the Hambledon Hunt Stakes, as Captain Little is over Warwick for the Welter Cup, never took to keeping horses Glenmasson, a very handsome until with the last three or four years. but rather light Cotherstone colt, was the best one that ever carried his

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cap and jacket; and but for an accident which happened to him a few days before the Derby, he was likely to have given the leaders in that race some trouble. Woolert, his trainer, indeed was so fond of him, that he said he would stand his shirt upon him for the Derby; upon which Sprot the Tinker crully remarked, "That if he did so, he would train for the future without one." This latter prophecy, however, has not come off, and Woolert's horses are brought to the post quite as well as other people's, with all the Danebury polish upon them. In his own neighbourhood, the "trial ground" of a former native character, Mr. Campbell Windham is highly esteemed for all the attributes of a sportsman and gentleman; and it would be all the better for the turf if we had a few more like him.

No. XIII. GENERAL WINDHAM,

The hero of the Redan, like also his family, is fond of racing, and on the few occasions when he rests from his military duties, invariably makes a Derby Book. The gallant soldier, however, is more at home, I am sorry to say, with his sword than with his pencil, as he generally gives up his book to "Lord Frederick," who finds to his horror that he has laid against everything that has a chance, and has not a single animal to help him. Consequently "the squaring of it" is no easy matter. The General also is partial to whist, and is a frequent player at the Leamington Tennis Court Club.

No. XIV.-LORD EXMOUTH,

Grandson of the hero of Algiers, is one of the few noblemen who display a real interest in the welfare of the Turf, by the active part which he takes at Tattersall's in settling disputes, and carrying out useful reforms. His Lordship is not a large, but a very careful bettor, understanding the market well enough to get out of "a dead'un" as quickly as possible, and from his unaffected good nature, is generally popular.

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ENGRAVED BY J. H. ENGLEHEART, FROM A PAINTING BY H. BARRAUD.

When, of course, the visitor at the Royal Academy has fought his way in and out again of "The Derby Day;" after he has quite settled in his own mind which phase of character best suits himself— the swell rampant, the over-worked young-un, or the well-guarded Bunch-clod-and having added, as everybody does, "You know who that is, in the corner."-After gratifying his curiosity, and showing his knowledge so far, if not quite worn out, he may give another cast for something smelling perhaps a little more of green fields. In very close quartering he will find Sir Edwin's picture of " The Maid and the Magpie," a work that brings our great master once more quite up to his old form. And then throwing up his head, a