I 10 A HIS TORT OF THE ENGLISH TURF. 



made its appearance. In 1681 he was in the Tower again, and then made a list of 

 his stud for sale, in case of never getting out again alive. Among his horses are Bay 

 Darcy, which he valued at ^40 with her colt. " The old bay Spanish mare and her 

 colt I will not take under/" 20 for. Bondick and her mare colt I will take/" i 2 for. 

 All these are horsed with my Arabian and so much the more valuable." He is 

 represented in the stud-book by the Shaftcsbnry Turk, the sire of Lonsdalc Counsellor. 

 The same sire got a fine colt out of Tregonwell's Snorting Bess, which was offered to 

 Lord Hatton in 1684. One other name, which I shall mention in 1682, must be 

 given in this connection here. Lord Conway owned no less than four Eastern sires, 

 namely Abutt, Tangier, Buckingham, and Gray Stroud. 



Before mentioning a few other horses and owners famous outside Newmarket, it 

 will be appropriate here to say that the original articles for the Twelve Stone Plate 

 instituted by King Charles II. in 1665, will be found in the Appendix to my First 

 Volume. 



This legislation from headquarters would of course serve as a pattern for the 

 numerous meetings which were then taking place in all parts of England. Traces 

 of these gatherings may be found at Lincoln, Kenilwcrth, Newport Pagnel, Burford, 

 Blencarn, Ouainton, Woodstock, and elsewhere, in addition to the courses at which 

 I have already indicated the beginnings of recorded sport in previous reigns. York- 

 shiremen were, of course, well to the fore, as they have always been, and already 

 ventured (as they have done since) to try their steeds against the local cracks of 

 Newmarket, even against the King himself, and not without success. They looked 

 on, too, with the same keen spirit then, as now, when one of the hated Newmarket 

 favourites was sent to try for Northern laurels. 



. . . ' With the same look in every face, 



The same keen feeling, they retrace 

 The legends of each ancient race." . . . 



And when they won in the Stuart days, there was the same clamorous delight as 

 we have heard every Leger day for so long : 



..." Like the crash of hillpent lakes 

 Outbursting from thejr deepest fountains, 

 Among the rent and reeling mountains, 

 At once from thirty thousand throats 



Rushes the Yorkshire roar 

 And the name of their northern winner floats 



A league from the course and more." 



