THE TURF. 
only an humble provincial. To the satisfaction, indeed, 
of his competitors, his lordship has now relinquished 
even these rural honours, for Luzborough, Grey-leg, 
and company, were sad teazers to the west-country 
platers. 
Our noble barons make no figure in the Newmarket 
list. Strange to say, we cannot find one. Lord 
Wharncliffe was the last ; and still more strange to tell 
of so unwavering a Tory, his lordship's best horse at 
one time was Reformer ! 
Of honourables, owners of race-horses, we can find 
but one, Colonel Anson, a good sportsman and very 
spirited bettor. Neither can we produce more than 
two Newmarket baronets, and are inclined to ask, 
how is this? Sir Mark Wood stands first, with a long 
string of horses. 
Some apprehensions were entertained for Sir Mark 
when he entered the ring, with youth on his brow, and 
Gatton, just in time, by-the-bye, in his pocket ; and it 
was feared all might find its way into schedule A. But 
Sir Mark has made a good fight he has given good 
prices for good horses, which, with good training and 
good riding, have pulled him through ; although since 
the days of Lucetta, Camarine, and Vespa (winner of 
the Oaks), he has not shone so brightly. His last week 
of the last meeting at Newmarket, 1832, was a very 
pretty finish. He won six times and received forfeit 
once ; and on one match, Camarine versus Crutch, he 
is said to have netted three thousand pounds ! His 
