48 CONDITION. 
voted not good enough for the kennel, which certainly, they 
added, was a more fitting place for her than the racecourse, 
The fact is, she looked rough in her coat, and was, like many 
others, a light-fleshed animal, just the reverse in appearance 
to Historian and others. Yet she was well, and proved her 
fitness by winning her race, beating a good field of horses in 
a Selling Plate, enabling her owners and the stable to win a 
nice stake at long odds, for I believe no one else backed her 
for a shilling. There were, if possible, more absurd remarks 
made upon her condition after than before the race. One 
was for giving her a little rest ; another would add to that, 
sumptuous feeding ; whilst the fortunate Baronet, the lucky 
purchaser, knew she was in want of a host of things to make 
her fit, and which she should have. The opinion of the rabble 
was expected ; but hardly this confident declaration on the 
part of a gentleman of his experience. 
The late Sir Richard Sutton placed her in the hands of an 
eminent trainer to carry out his positive instructions intended 
to improve her neglected condition. This was done, but to 
no effect ; in fact, he failed to make her capable of winning 
anything. The lamented Baronet then tried his own hand at 
metamorphosing her; and I can readily believe that she was 
indulged in every sort of luxurious feeding, with rest without 
limit ; but to no good end. Finding himself a victim to his 
own credulity, he sold her, as utterly useless, never having 
won a race with her. 
Now here are animals which, to look at, seemed as diverse 
as it is possible to find in nature—both two-year-olds, one 
looking really big, perhaps too big, whilst the other was de- 
cidedly light, and indeed far too light in the eyes of the public. 
The public, indeed (who, having no horses of their own, are 
always professing such superior knowledge of the condition 
