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Scott, said, " My horse is as dead as a stone." And finally, 

 Bubastes, who was last in the Derby, beat him easily. All 

 this, however, might still have been the result of illness, 

 but after all the hubbub and confusion had somewhat sub- 

 sided, the rise and progress of the treachery was just about 

 to be developed, when Death suddenly intervened, and 

 striking the proposed informer dumb, buried the affair 

 again, and for ever, in impenetrable mystery. 



Plenipotentiary never trained on into his old form again ; 

 although he came out, in the Newmarket Craven Meeting, 

 1835, and won the Craven Stakes, beating Nonsense, Shi- 

 lelagh, Glaucus, Castaway, Lord Berners's filly, by Lamp- 

 lighter, Prince Llewellyn, Flatterer, and Sister to Cactus. 



On the Wednesday in the same Meeting he won a Sub- 

 scription Plate of Fifty Pounds, beating Clearwell and 

 Rosalie ; and on the Friday he closed his career as a racer, 

 by receiving the forfeits for the Port Stakes of 100 sovs, 

 each, h. ft, four subs. 



The extraordinary beauty, size, and perfection of racing 

 points displayed by Plenipotentiary, were so conspicuous 

 as to obtain the admiration of all who saw him. He was 

 decidedly one of the most magnificent colts ever seen on 

 the Newmarket or any other course ; a good winded horse, 

 with strong, easy, Priam-like action, and an excellent tem- 

 per ; whilst his speed was never, in our opinion, fairly put 

 to the test. 



Some idea of the value put upon his extraordinary 

 powers by foreigners, may be suggested by the fact, that 

 Mr Batson once refused an offer for him, made by Captain 

 Stockton (an American), of Five Thousand Pounds down, 

 or One Thousand Pounds a year, as long as he might live. 



We cannot close this account of the wonder of his day, 

 without taking the opportunity of entering somewhat into 



