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ence as such considerations may direct. The long 

 continued success, in the plan which I advocate, of 

 the late Sir Charles Bunbury, whom I knew in his 

 youth, and with whose confidence I was honoured 

 during many years, is well known at Newmarket, 

 indeed by all who have any concern with the Turf. 

 Let me also address that respectable body of men, the 

 jockeys of Newmarket, who ought to be thoroughly 

 competent to the subject. I call upon the veteran 

 and renowned Buckle, Mr. Goodisson, Mr. Robinson, 

 Mr. Chifney, to turn this affair over in their minds ear- 

 nestly, sedately, and fairly, since their opinions must 

 necessarily be deemed of great weight. As to Mr. 

 Chifney, I well knew that his father loved the horse, 

 and had a heart within his breast not made of marble, 

 and I trust this runs in the blood. Should a jockey 

 chance to awaken from his balmy and comfortable 

 sleep during the night after a race, and a vision be 

 presented to him of the dreadful, restless, sore, and 

 torturing situation of the horse which he had cut up 

 alive the day before, thence incapable of lying down, 

 or of a moment's rest, what must be his reflections 

 and feelings, if reflect and feel he can ? 



SECTION XLII.— Pedigree. 



The Helmsly Turk of the Duke of Buckingham, 

 either in the latter end of the reign of James the 

 First, or the beginning of that of Charles, seems to 

 have been the earliest stallion noted in our racing 

 pedigrees. I am driven again over, with me, very 

 old ground, by the curious enthusiasm of certain 



