THE TURF. 
by Pot-8-o's, ridden in each race by Francis Buckle.* 
The turf is highly indebted to this gentleman, not only 
for his paternal care of its general interests and welfare, 
but for having, by his amiable and conciliatory manners 
and conduct, united the sportsmen of the north and 
south, and divested their matches and engagements of 
some disagreeable features which had previously been 
too prominent. Mr. Richard Wilson, now no more, 
resided at Bildeston, in Suffolk, and was one of the 
largest breeders of racing stock, of which he had an 
annual sale ; and Lord Berners, late Colonel Wilson of 
Didlington, near Brandon, Suffolk, has likewise some 
capital mares, 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 Lamplighter. 
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 handicapping horses 
in a race. But, indeed, " 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 
* It is remarkable that both Champion and Hambletonian had a 
hip down. 
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