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was so docile, too, that John Kent frequently rode him, as a small boy, at 

 exercise, 



The Duke of York loved racing almost as much as his Royal brother, but Beau 

 Brummell was more of a " carriage man," in spite of his visits to the Duke of Rutland 

 at Cheveley, where Colonel McCalmont lies, so lately buried. His favourite jockey 

 was T. Goodison, who won the Derby for him on Moses, a horse who was afterwards 

 sent to the stud of the Duke of Schleswig-Holstein, father of His Royal Highness 

 Prince Christian, by whose kindness I am enabled to reproduce several exquisite 

 lithographs of Moses and the rest of his father's stud, drawn by the grandfather of 

 Emil Adam. Moses was first bought at the Duke's death for 1,100 guineas by the 

 Duke of Richmond. 



Sam's connection with Lord Darlington began with the Pavilion race already 

 mentioned, but perhaps his cleverest win under those colours was when Merry-go- 

 round beat Sorcery, the Oaks winner, and his greatest finish against Jem Robinson 

 was on Trustee for the Claret Stakes in 1833. He could never manage a St. Leger, 

 rumour said owing to the horror the Northern jockeys had of a Newmarket man 

 carrying off their best prize, and the false starts in Matilda's year were entirely put 

 down to this reason ; and Sam always believed that Marcus had been actually 

 poisoned. Some thought that he waited too long on Voltaire, and so lost the race, 

 but he never imagined Rowton could stand the pace, and the bruising, on which Bill 

 Scott seemed determined that year. But Mr. ThornhiU's opinion of Chifney never 

 varied during all the time they were connected, and the name of his Derby colt, Sam, 

 commemorated their friendship. This low and lengthy son of Scud ran his race in a 

 cloud of dust, after ten false starts, and Chifney only waited till he saw Prince Paul 

 was done, and then went on and won. Sam's luck in the white body and red sleeves 

 did not cease till an Oaks had been sandwiched between two consecutive Derbys, 

 and Sailor had won in a storm. He lost his last Oaks, on Example, to his nephew, 

 Frank Butler, in 1843. 



Luckily for us, Ben Marshall the painter was a great ally of the Chifneys, and the 

 fine sketch I reproduce is from a painting by that artist in Lord Rosebery's collection 

 at the Durdans. It shows the long, easy seat which was almost reproduced again 

 in the excellent picture, also given in these pages, of Fred Archer on Paradox; and 

 I must confess to the wish that a finish could be seen nowadays between Archer 

 sitting well back, and driving his horse before him, and f. Reiff well forward, 

 whipping underhand. 



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