92 FAjVIOUS KACING MEN. 



will always hold a warm place in the remembrance of all his con- 

 temporaries on the turf. His wayward and uncertain temper, and 

 his rough tongue were condoned by the intrinsic worth of the man, 

 who was an embodiment of honesty and honour, albeit in about the 

 grimmest shape these admirable virtues have ever adopted. James 

 Carr Boyle, fifth Earl of Glasgow — better known for many years as 

 Viscount Kelburne — was born in Eenfrewshire on the 10th of A})ril, 

 1792. He went to sea at a tender age, and he never lost the 

 salt flavour. To the last he was a true descendant of the old 

 Norsemen, in his manner and in his blood. Grafton, Eutland, 

 Exeter, and Jersey were courtly models to which he did not care 

 to conform. Under the auspices of his one-armed tutor, " Sir 

 WoUy," — who for lack of more worlds to conquer, on his proud St. 

 Leger eve thrust his walking stick through all the pier glasses of 

 " The Keindeer," and expressed his regret there were no more to 

 smash, as a relief to his feelings — the young lieutenant soon be- 

 came seasoned to life ashore. Tliey would sit at the window of 

 the " Black Swan " at York with magnums of claret before them 

 after midnight, and hand it out in tumblers to the passers by. 

 Old racing men just remember the pupil jumping on the table 

 at " The Star," in Stonegate, when Mr. Gully entered, and offering 

 25 to 1 in hundreds against Brutandorf for the St. Leger, and 

 repeating the offer in thousands. Having once begun to "plunge," 

 he won £17,000 on Jerry, and lost £27,000 on Mameluke at 

 Doncaster. There is a story told of how Lord George Bentinck 

 looked in at Crockford's on the eve of the Derby of 1843, and 

 expressed his readiness to take 3 to 1 about his horse Gaper. 



" I'll lay it you," said Lord Glasgow. 



" Yes," said Lord George, in his rather mincing way, " but then 

 I want to do it to money." 



"I'll lay you 90,000 to 30,000," immediately responded the other. 



And, as many racing men will remember, there was something parti- 

 <;ularly determined in his style, as he would lean his back against a 

 post in the stand or the rooms, rubbing his neck with his hand, 

 apparently from some nervous habit, and ready to lay the odds almost 

 to millions, when once in the vein. It was dangerous for a trainer 

 or jockey to advise his lordship to put £100 on a horse, as he was 

 sure to multiply the advice by 10, or 20, or even a 100. Very 

 often he would take no advice ; and, with a colt at least 2st. better 

 in his stable, he characteristically enough backed Dare Devil to 

 -win £50,000, and put his first jockey on him in the St. Leger. 

 But, be the issue what it might, no one could tell by his features 

 whether he had won or lost. 



As Lord Kelburne, when his racing aspirations did not often range 

 further south than York and Doncaster, he lived a good deal in Scot- 

 land, at his seat of Hawkhead, near Paisley, devoting himself to 

 hunting, racing and shooting, which his enormous fortune permitted 

 him to enjoy to the highest degree. Surrounded by such congenial 



