224 THE HORSE. 



The produce of no mare in America has ever realized for 

 their owners, probably, so large an amount as Lady Lightfoot. 

 Though the subject of this memoir was, beyond question, the 

 best of her produce, the jierformances of either Shark or Bay 

 Maria would alone entitle her to high consideration. Eclipse 

 Lightfoot had a remarkable turn of speed, but being taken with 

 the distemper, was thrown out of training, and soon afterwards 

 sold to be i)ut into the stud. Screamer, Terror, and Young Lady 

 Lightfoot never j)articularly distinguished themselves, and the 

 two last for very manifest reasons ; the first fell when 3 yrs. old, 

 and received an injury in his thigh, of which he never entirely 

 recovered, and the last from running with shoes on for two years, 

 had her feet ruined ; we saw her not a week since, at her breed- 

 er's stable, and on examining them, found them not only small 

 and mis-shapen, but the frog on both fore feet was entirely 

 gone ! Harlem Lass was specially bred for a brood mare, and 

 never trained. 



Our portrait of Black Maria is pronounced on all hands to 

 be a most striking and remarkable likeness. It was painted in 

 1834, near the close of her racing career, and at the termination 

 of a severe campaign, when she was very low in flesh. Troye 

 was unusually successful with his picture, and our clever en- 

 gravers have been equally felicitous, as we are assured by 

 Mr. Stevens, Mr. Hall, and several other gentlemen who were 

 familiar with the subject of it. As "the old Black Mare" 

 entertained some " vulgar prejudice " against " sitting for her 

 portrait," Troye directed Bill Patrick, her faithful groom, to 

 ride her out into a paddock in front of his window ; this pro- 

 ceeding might be all very well for the painter and for the mare, 

 Bill thought, but as for him, he was inclined to "' sulk," after 

 two hours' promenading ; so whipping off his saddle, he incon- 

 tinently determined to hitch the mare and " bolt," for which 

 disregard of orders and his lukewarmness in facilitating the 

 progress of the Fine Arts, Xi'c>ye chipped him into his picture in 

 the very act of connnitting so grave an offence in the eye of a 

 turfman or an artist, as hitching a race-horse to a tree! Of 

 course he will now go doMm through all time as the boy who was 

 guilty of so unpardonable a sin, but for fear his punishment 

 would be greater than he could bear, Troye, through urgent in- 



