204 The Post and the Paddock. 



dinner-table, and won the Derby, with Mameluke, 

 Loutherbourg, and " all the coltish chronicle," by the 

 hour. 



Dr. Bellyse, of Audlem, whose love of handicapping 

 and cock-fighting was so infinitely in advance of that 

 which he entertained for his pestle and mortar, that 

 it used to be said he never would attend any case 

 during Chester races, was an equally remarkable turf 

 character, though on the whole he preferred the cock- 

 pit to the racecourse. It was his cardinal doctrine 

 that the most incestuous eggs produced the strongest 

 fowls ; and so jealous was he of his breed, that when 

 one of his noted " crow-alleys" was sitting on a nest 

 of such eggs, and a great cock-fighting nobleman 

 offered him a fifty-pound note for her, he lifted her off 

 the nest, then and there, and broke all the eggs. 

 " Why, sir ! you sold me the eggs as well for the 5O/.," 

 was the indignant remonstrance ; and " No, indeed, my 

 lord, I didn't ; 1 sJwuld have asked you a tJwusand for 

 her and tJie nest" was the only rejoinder. To show 

 how this daintiness about breed may be set at 

 naught, we may call to mind how, after the memo- 

 rable cocking match at Melton, which ended in 

 a tie, one of the parties was actually so bare of 

 birds, that he gave a lad ten guineas to scour the 

 country, and out of the eleven cocks that fortunate 

 youth collected, no less than eight won their battles. 

 The Doctor's abstract faith in man was not great, as 

 he was occasionally heard to say to one of his 

 " feeders" " /'// just tell you what it is ; if you 

 thought you had one ounce of honest flesh in you, 

 youd run straight away to a surgeon and get it cut 

 out:' 



The memory of Parson Nanney Wynn will also 

 long be green in his own country ; and he was never 

 more in his glory than when he started Banshee to 

 cut down Birmingham, and help Velocipede's sister 

 Moss Rose at Chester. " Howay at himParson 



