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but we cannot forget Lord Oxford beat- 

 ing the crack nags at Newmarket, Eaton 

 among the rest, with old Victoria, and 

 his Hedgeford jockey, the late Tom Car; 

 Mr. Glover winning the Craven with Slender 

 Billy ; and, though last, not least, the great 

 Worcestershire grazier (the late Mr. Terret, 

 tenant of Mr. Lechmere Charlton) taking 

 his fine Rubens horse, Sovereign, in his 

 bullock caravan to Newmarket, winning the 

 St. Leger stakes with him in a canter, 

 and, what was still less expected, his rural 

 jockey, Ben Moss, out-jockeying the best 

 riders on the heath. Neither will the same 

 jockey's performance on Lady Byron, over 

 the course, to the benefit of the said grazier, 

 be very soon forgotten. But, although we 

 must not enter upon the large subject of 

 the provincial studs, we cannot omit a 

 notice of the late Mr. Riddell, of Felton 

 Park, Northumberland, who died about four 

 years back. He was a firm and liberal 

 supporter of the northern turf, but con- 

 spicuous chiefly as the owner of two very 

 celebrated horses, viz., X. Y. Z. and Doctor 

 Syntax unparalleled winners of gold cups; 

 the former having won nine, and the latter 



