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and bred Sir Mark Wood's Camarine, the 

 best mare of her day. His lordship was 

 the owner of her sire, Juniper, now dead, 

 and at present has the stud-horse Lamp- 

 lighter. 



The star of the race-course of modern 

 times was the late Colonel Mellish, certainly 

 the cleverest man of his day, as regards the 

 science and practice of the turf. No one 

 could match (i.e. make matches) with him, 

 nor could any one excel him in handi- 

 capping horses in a race. But, indeed, 

 6 nihil erat quod non tetigit ; nihil quod 

 tetigit non ornavit? He beat Lord Frederick 

 Bentinck in a foot race over Newmarket 

 heath. He was a clever painter, a fine 

 horseman, a brave soldier, a scientific 

 farmer, and an exquisite coachman. But, 

 as his friends said of him, not content with 

 being the second-best man of his day, he 

 would be the first, which was fatal to his 

 fortune and his fame. It, however, de- 

 lighted us to see him in public, in the 

 meridian of his almost unequalled popu- 

 larity, and the impression he made upon 

 us remains. We remember even the style 

 of his dress, peculiar for its lightness of 



