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the heath, but, preferring a more glorious 

 field, is now fighting for Don Carlos; and 

 we must consider our noble secretary for 

 foreign affairs, Viscount Palmerston, only 

 an humble provincial. To the satisfaction, 

 indeed, of his competitors, his lordship has 

 now relinquished even these rural honours, 

 for Luzborough, Grey-leg, and company, 

 were sad teazers to the west-country platers. 



Our noble barons make no figure in the 

 Newmarket list. Strange to say, we cannot 

 find one. Lord Wharncliffe was the last ; 

 and still more strange to tell of so unwaver- 

 ing a Tory, his lordship's best horse at one 

 time was Reformer ! 



Of honourables, owners of race-horses, 

 we can find but one, Colonel Anson, a 

 good sportsman and very spirited bettor. 

 Neither can we produce more than two 

 Newmarket baronets, and are inclined to 

 ask, how is this? Sir Mark Wood stands 

 first, with a long string of horses. 



Some apprehensions were entertained for 

 Sir Mark when he entered the ring, with youth 

 on his brow, and Gatton just in time, by 

 the bye in his pocket; and it was feared 

 all might find its way into schedule-, A. 



