THE TURF. 
second-best man of his day, he would be the first, which 
was fatal to his fortune and his fame. It, however, 
delighted us to see him in public, in the meridian of his 
almost unequalled popularity, and the impression he 
made upon us remains. We remember even the style 
of his dress, peculiar for its lightness of hue his neat 
white hat, white trowsers, white silk stockings, aye, and 
we may add, his white,, but handsome, face. There 
was nothing black about him but his hair and his 
mustachios, which he wore by virtue of his commission, 
and which to him were an ornament. The like of his 
style of coming on the race -course at Newmarket was 
never witnessed there before him, nor since. He drove 
his barouche himself, drawn by four beautiful white 
horses, with two out-riders on matches to them, ridden 
in harness bridles. In his rear was a saddle-horse 
groom, leading a thorough-bred hack, and at the rubbing 
post on the heath was another groom all in crimson 
liveries waiting with a second hack. But we marvel 
when we think of his establishment. We remember 
him with thirty-eight race-horses in training ; seventeen 
coach-horses, twelve hunters in Leicestershire, four 
chargers at Brighton, and not a few hacks ! But the 
worst is yet to come. By his racing speculations he 
was a gainer, his judgment pulling him through ; but 
when we had heard that he would play to the extent 
of forty thousand pounds at a sitting yes, he once 
staked that sum on a throw we were not surprised 
that the domain of Blythe passed into other hands ; and 
