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buildings on the left, which were termed "Jacob's 

 Barn," after a farmer who rented them. Old Butter- 

 fly, the first female, bar a free martin, that Colonel 

 Towneley ever bred, was there, but the days of her 

 glory were o'er, and she lay with her head low and 

 her quarters high on a frame. She was so treated 

 nearly all the time that she carried her last calf, 

 Royal Butterfly. Among her thirty prizes, she won 

 all the female ones at the Royal, and Culshaw 

 considers that she " should have a book to herself." 

 Precious Stone, a heifer calf and a great beauty, was 

 one of " Jacob's lot," and so was Butterfly's Nephew, 

 another white and with, perhaps, the broadest back 

 and breast we ever met with in a bull. He was from 

 Beauty 3rd, a half-sister to Beauty's Butterfly, and 

 was sold for 300 guineas to Australia. Royal Butter- 

 fly held his court at the central barn, and marched 

 out like a soldier at Culshaw's call. He was bigger 

 than his brother, but not less cylindrical in shape, 

 rather thicker in his flesh and richer in his roan,* and 



* We should liked to have brought back Master Butterfly to the barn 

 from ' which he issued in successive years to Lincoln, Carlisle, and 

 delmsford, to vanquish Fifth Duke of Oxford, John o'Groat, and 

 Grand Turk ; but the wish was vain, and we could only dwell in 

 memory on that symmetrical form, which knew little or no change, 

 when it was shipped at the East India Docks, from what it was, as a 

 winning calf at Lincoln. 



He knew no check to his victories either in England, Ireland, or 

 Paris ; and such was his luck, that when disease came among the cattle 

 in the French show-yard he missed it entirely. Mr. Strafford nego- 

 tiated his purchase for 1 200/. with Mr. Bostock, after he had beaten 

 Grand Turk for the first prize in the Chelmsford Royal Show-yard, and 

 he was taken off to the shippers at once. He went to Mr. Ware, of 

 Geelong, in Australia, and was exhibited soon after his arrival at half-a- 

 crown ahead for the benefit of its Agricultural Society. Nothing could 

 be more docile during his long voyage out, and while the passengers 

 fed him with biscuits, it was quite a diversion among the sailors to see 

 him answer to his name like a dog, and take so very kindly to 

 chewing tobacco. Unhappily, the man who went out in charge of 

 him died, and he showed some temper afterwards. The papers very 

 early made him play in the farce of "Twice Killed," and when he 



