Ii8 THE BLUE RIBBON OF THE TURF. 



a few 3'ears' experience of the press Mr. Tattersall re- 

 tired from the cares and anxieties of newspaper 

 manaofement, and went to Hve in his Hall, where, in the 

 choicest language of the story-teller, * he lived happy 

 for a long period, and then died in the good graces of 

 all men.' According to tho fashion of the period, he 

 was honoured with an epitaph, worded as follows : 



* Sacred to the ashes of Richard Tattersall, late of 

 Hyde Park Corner, in the county of Middlesex, Esq., 

 who, by his indefatigable industry, irreproachable 

 character, and unassuming manners, raised himself 

 from an humble, though respectable, origin to in- 

 dependence and affluence. To the rare excellence of 

 bearing prosperity with moderation, he by his in- 

 flexible integrity united (as he justly acquired) the 

 exalted appellation of Honest Man, and continued un- 

 corrupted even by riches. Thus universally respected 

 and beloved by all Avho knew him he lived, and died 

 as universally regretted on the 21st February, in the 

 year of our Lord 1795, and in the 71st year of his age. 

 But though his perishable part, together with this 

 frail tribute to his ashes, shall decay, yet as long as the 

 honest recollections of honest work, sociable manners, 

 and hospitality unbounded shall bo dear to the 

 memory of man, the remembrance of him shall live, 

 surviving the slender aid of the proud pyramid, the 

 boasted durability of brass, and the wreck of ages.' 



Harking back to ' the subscription-rooms,' it has to 

 be' recorded tliat the ' Tattersall's' of to-day has fallen 

 somewhat into disrepute as a tribunal for the settle- 

 ment of disputed bets. Till about the end of the 

 year 1842 the Jockey Club used to take cognizance of 



