194 THE TROTTING-HORSE OF AMERICA. 



taken with a sort of paralysis on Wednesday night, and 

 died Saturday, Sept. 9, in the afternoon. The seat of 

 the disease was the base of the hrain, and all the veterin- 

 ary art in the world would have been insufficient to save 

 her. She was buried on the Union Course, in the spot where 

 Young Dutchman, George M. Patchen, and other famous 

 trotters, lie. She belonged to my old friend Sim. Hoagland, 

 and died within a stone's throw of the spots where he saw 

 the last of Lady Blanche, the first foal that Abdallah got, 

 and of his stallion Gray Messenger, whose produce has 

 turned out so well. So we shall add to the relics we possess 

 of Abdallah, Messenger, etc., some mementoes of this good 

 old mare. Dr. Pilgrim is to have her near fore-leg. I am 

 glad to say that Lady Moscow leaves a very promising repre- 

 sentative in her son, the young gray stallion Privateer, 

 who divides Sim's love and admiration with his half-brother, 

 New- York Ledger. 



As we stood there on the green hillside, looking at the mare 

 that lay dead before us, it was really touching to see poor old 

 Suttoii, wandering round her dead companion, as if unable 

 to make out what had befallen. Two other mares were near 

 at hand ; but Sutton did not seem to notice them at all, her 

 gaze being fixed from time to time on her whose sinews were 

 relaxed and whose hoofs at last are still. In her time she 

 trotted successfully with Lady Sutton, Lady Suffolk, Jack 

 E-ossiter, Moscow, Ainericus, Pelham, Mac, Trustee, Con- 

 fidence, Vermont, Zachary Taylor, and many others. She 

 has been reported dead once or twice, but four days ago she 

 was alive and well. A year or two since, somebody pre- 

 tended to have her at St. Louis ; but she was all the time 

 in this State, owned by Sim. Hoagland. The man who pre- 

 tended that he had her West was an impostor. 



To return to E/ipton, after these few words about the old 

 mares who were on the turf with him. Very late that 

 year, Dec. 28, the little horse trotted a race of two-mile 



