224 THE BLUE RIBBON OF THE TURF. 



in the betting to 50 to L Wheatly, the jockey 



who had been engaged to ride the horse, had backed 



his mount to win him £200, but, be- 



An Inciflpiit of ... , . , 



S|i:uiii4's conung alarmed, hastened to the man who 

 '^^^^' had laid him the odds to bee: oft' the 

 bet, a request which was good-naturedly complied 

 with. The race ended as has been recorded, Avith 

 the triumph of jockey and horse. The news of victory 

 in due time reached Mrs. Wheatl}^ the wife of the 

 fortunate and unfortunate jockey. Overjoyed at the 

 success of her husband, she assembled her neigh- 

 bours, and provided them with a liberal supper and a 

 supply of good liquor. The jockey's health was (h'unk 

 with great glee by his wife and the good company. 

 Next morning came a letter from the husband to his 

 loving wife, telling her that he had won the race, but 

 had unluckily begged ofi' ail his bets ! 



' Honest, true and able,' Frank Buckle left indeed 

 a blank upon the turf, which since his death has 

 Friink p.nckie : ^ever 3'et been filled. No man was more 



a Eulogy, esteemed in public for integrity, nor in 

 private hfe for his warm friendship and frank, free 

 demeanour. In private circles he was talkative and 

 cheerful, and owing to the stirring scenes in which 

 he had played so conspicuous a part, his conversa- 

 tion proved an ample fund of information and amuse- 

 ment. He excelled in anecdote, the subject of his 

 remarks being either some well-known public character, 

 some excellent horse, or some feat achieved by the aid 

 of his own consummate judgment. May he rest, as 

 he rode, easily ! may he come true to the scale, and 

 may the turf, which ho a.Iorned while living, lie light 

 on his trrave ! 



