312 The American Tboroiigbbred 



as any mare that ever graced the American turf 

 had she not been so unfortunate as to have her 

 best racing years while the war was in progress. 



In one year alone he sired the great trium- 

 virate, Norfolk, Asteroid, and Kentucky. Fifty 

 thousand dollars was refused for Asteroid, Ken- 

 tucky sold for ^40,000, and Norfolk in his racing 

 prime could not be bought for less than the latter 

 amount. 



There are many portraits of Lexington in 

 existence, but the most impressive one is that 

 painted by Scott, representing him led by Black 

 Jarrett, his groom. The head is turned outward, 

 and we have a full view of the dull, sightless eyes. 

 The right fore-foot is thrown out haltingly, as if 

 feeling for clear, firm ground upon which to place 

 it. The whole attitude of the picture speaks the 

 infirmity of the animal, and one loving a hero 

 cannot look at Scott's production and recall the 

 brilliant triumphs of the horse it represents with- 

 out a shade of sadness stealing into one's heart. 



The glory of him, however, will not die so long 

 as we have a turf in existence. His blood is still 

 close up in the best of our pedigrees. No son 

 of his succeeded him as a sire, but his daughters 

 have been wonderful producers. 



