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to have the best animals that money could purchase, by buying Mendicant of Mr. Gully for 3,500 guineas. The bargain, however, was as unfortunate for him at first, as Lord Londesborough's was the other day in the same race, for which she was wanted, viz., the Ascot Cup, as it will be recollected she was beaten in it by the Hero, in the same stable from which she was sold; and, although Sir Joseph might have sorely regretted his purchase in the first instance, within the last month he must have been led to consider it the best investment he ever made in his life. In 1848, when he paid taxes on eighteen horses, he had a bad year; but he was in immense force in the following season, when he won The Northamptonshire with Fernhill (purchased of "The Squire of Wantage"), and afterwards The Metropolitan with him, when the race was run on the Saturday instead of the Friday, on account of the snow. Peep-o'-Day Boy for this event was an extraordinary favourite, and, from his trial at home, all Dancbury were up to their chins on him; but his small feet held him in the snow, and he was very cleverly beaten. Fernhill also was only defeated a-head from Snowstorm for The Great Yorkshire Handicap at Doncaster; and with Vatican Sir Joseph ran third, for the Leger, to the Dutchman, and picked up the Newmarket Stakes and a Triennial with him besides. In 1850 he was again a thorn in John Day's side, as with Aphrodite he ran a dead heat with the highly-tried Grecian for the July, although the latter ultimately won cleverly; but on the Thursday he made up for the loss by winning the Chesterfield with Teddington, thus reversing his luck with Miami.

At this time the confederacy between Mr. Stanley and Sir Joseph, which commenced in Italy, was renewed; and Alec. Taylor succeeded to the management of the stud, vice Beresford, who remained at Newmarket. But, beyond Aphrodite and Vatican, he had nothing very grand in his stable. In '51, which was the Exhibition year, Sir Joseph had "an exhibition" of his own, which was quite as profitable as that in Hydepark; as the Ban pulled him through for a second Metropolitan, and the Doncaster Cup. Aphrodite carried him off "The Thousand Guineas," and Parkhill; Teddington swept away the Derby; Vatican the Ascot Stakes; Confessor the Great Yorkshire Handicap; and Teddington won his great match for 1,000 guineas at Newmarket. But, if thus successful with Teddington and Aphrodite, he experienced three tremendous disappointments in missing the St. Leger with Aphrodite, and the Oaks and Cambridgeshire with Breba. As to this mare's merits the public and Sir Joseph were never agreed, and a great deal of virulent feeling existed on the subject. On the morning of the former race he told Job Marson he was as sure to ride the winner as he had done Teddington. But Job was incredulous, and gave the preference, in his own estimation, to Merry Peal, who, as he predicted, beat her in the race. Annoyed with the remarks that were made relative to the running of Breba, in the Cambridgeshire, and with his sale of Vatican, prior to the Doncaster Cup coming before the Jockey Club, when his own word of honour was not deemed sufficient evidence of his conduct, Sir Joseph retired, sold the greater portion of his stud, and took to breeding at Leybourne, his estate in Kent, where he began with Cowl, Confessor, and a few brood mares, Teddington returning to his real owner, Mr. Stanley. Teddington, perhaps, was one of the best

Derby horses of modern years, and the very worst animal the ring had ever in their books, for every gentleman on the Turf was upon him, as every "little man" was on Marlborough Buck. Sir Joseph and his confederate, as may be imagined, won an enormous stake, and in a short time after the race was over, Mr. Greville received from Davis a cheque for £15,000, which he had lost to him. This simple incident will give some idea of the vastness of the Leviathan's resources, as well as the nature of the betting at his lists, as, up to the time he gave the cheque, he had not received one farthing of his account from Tattersall's. Of course, those who knew Sir Joseph thoroughly, felt persuaded his retirement was only temporary and in less than a twelvemonth they found their views were correct, as he was numbered among the employers of John Day, at Danebury. Here he commenced with Kalipyge, own sister to Aphrodite, with whom he did little or nothing; and after persevering with his small team for a couple of years, without winning any great stake," he went into private again," selecting Manning, formerly head-lad to Percy, at Pimperne, for his trainer, Wells as his jockey, and fixing upon some ground near Whitchurch for his training quarters, where Flying Childers was said to have been located.

At first, things promised very little better here than with John Day, and before Christmas he would willingly have disposed of all his horses for the sake of their engagements; but receiving no offer for them, he was obliged to train them, and won nearly all their races, including the Two Thousand, Derby, and others, which are of too recent date to require recapitulation, clearing in bets also what Captain Scott used to call "a stoater," viz., sixty thousand pounds; and so well was his last thousand laid out on Beadsman on the Thursday before the Derby, that it brought him, through Lord Frederick's agency, £18,870. As a sportsman, Sir Joseph, like Lord George Bentinck, will never be a popular one with the public, because, like that nobleman, he never makes them his confederates, or discloses his intentions to his trainers, or jockeys before the day arrives. And so exact is the discipline of his stable, that no one attached to it, more than the greatest stranger is aware of his plans. His trainer is simply to get his horse ready; his jockey is simply to be in readiness to ride. His boys, like Lord Exeter, he weighs himself. By this means curiosity is repelled, and his own judgment is allowed to act unfettered. But, when successful with his horses, few, if any, masters are so liberal to their servants; and he never dwells upon a defeat. Job Marson used to swear by him, and preferred him to any of his other masters. "Nice man, Sir Joseph! sir," he assured us one day. "Never says anything! When he put me on Confessor for the Two Thousand, he merely said, 'Job, you stand a hundred pounds to nothing with me. I am not sanguine,' and I was no where. And on the Thursday, when I was getting on Aphrodite for the One Thousand, he simply remarked Job, you stand the same as you did on the horse; you will win in a canter,' which I did." With Teddington also, he behaved with the utmost liberality and munificence to him; for after he had given him his offer which of the pair he would ride, and Job told him with a smile, that he

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rather preferred Teddington, he said, "You stand a thousand to nothing with me about him, and another thousand with the friends of the horse." In the weighing-room after he had won and had scaled out, he told him to put the friends' thousand "down to myself," and he gave him a cheque for the whole a few days afterwards, which Job invested in land 'in Yorkshire, preferring, like most of his countrymen, the broad acres to Consols. Such an employer, therefore, is certain to be well served; and with Manning and Wells he is as sure to succeed as he was when he took up Alec Taylor and Job. But if Sir Joseph Hawley, from his tactics, is not generally popular, by his own immediate circle of friends he is beloved, and the best proof of confidence they have in him, is the manner they back his horses, which they do as they would their own, and the cherry-jacket is invariably the worst the bookmakers have in all the great races. Like a good judge, Sir Joseph is not afraid to try his horses, so as to know the worst at once; and he will have the best available talent in the saddle, as, from the time he began, up till the last race which he ran, he never employed a less distinguished jockey than Frank Butler, Nat, Job Marson, Charlton, or Wells; and if Pearl had kept on riding, instead of retiring for a time, his name would have been included in the above list. Having then traced Sir Joseph Hawley through his career, it will be seen there are few races he has left to win; and that the Turf does not exhibit a more successful man since the time he went on it. And while he pursues the same straight-forward conduct he has hitherto observed, and from which there is no fear he will deviate, he may turn a deaf ear to the attacks of the canaille, and will gradually acquire the confidence of the public as much as Lord Chesterfield or Lord Zetland have done throughout their course.

No. XVI.-MR. BOWES.

In Mr. Bowes we have another instance of Fortune's prime favourites on the turf, his luck even surpassing that of Sir Joseph Hawley, or that of any other of the great winners in the racing calendar. Mr. Bowes, as is well known, is a member of the ancient family of that name in Durham, which county he represented in Parliament for a great many years; and for some time he was Colonel of the Durham Militia. A North Country man with an ample fortune, without a taste for the turf, would indeed have been a curiosity; and, therefore, it is not surprising that Mr. Bowes, when he came of age, should have entered "The Great Northern Stable,' in which he still remains, and in which he has been more fortunate than any of the noblemen or gentlemen who have trained in it. Mr. Bowes's good-luck commenced almost at starting, as in the following year (1835) he won the Derby with Mundig-a great coarse, useful, short-legged horse, with rather a sour head, and who never did much afterwards. By this race Mr. Bowes won nineteen thousand pounds, besides the stakes, which was, in sporting language, a "nice little touch" for a young one. And it is only fair to remark that he was as much indebted for it to the riding of Bill Scott, who by sheer physical force

got Mundig in a neck before Ascot, as he was to his preparation of him by John Scott, who scored with him his first Derby winner. It will be recollected that the Derby was the first race Mundig ever ran for, as, when starting to go for the Champagne at Doncaster, he was taken ill at Ferrybridge, and obliged to be left there. And it is a curious circumstance that in the winter, at a dinner-party at Whitewall, when Mr. Bowes, who came in unexpectedly, in the course of conversation asked John Scott what he was going to do with that great chesnut beast? the latter should have jokingly told him he meant to win the Derby with him, and therefore he ought to back him.

Taking him at his word, and not believing it to be "a frisk," Mr. B. in four-and-twenty hours took fifty hundred to one about him, which he landed. Such a price shows the estimation which Mundig at that time was held in by one of our heaviest bettors and best judges of racing; but, having wintered well, and given satisfaction when roughed with Hornsea, he was sent up early in the year, with some others, to Newmarket. Here he was not liked at all by the trainers; and although, after a Yorkshire gallop with Consul, Lucksall, and Coriolanus, John Scott liked him, and he improved in the betting, nobody in the town would have the "red cow"-which was the appellation that was given him. A clever trick was also played on a party who had been known to be betting heavily against Mundig, and who met with a famous Roland for his Oliver, in the following manner. John Scott, having reason to believe that a connexion existed between this party and the lad who looked after Consul, made an arrangement with Mr. Bowes to meet him at stable-time in the atternoon, and to desire him to send the beast home to Malton, as it was no good running him for the Derby. The next morning Mundig, Consul, and four others were touted going out of Newmarket; but after they had got about three miles, Mundig was turned back, and the lad-who had given the office, as it was anticipated he would do was sent on with Consul. The result was, that the party in question never stopped laying, and Mr. Bowes and his friends never ceased backing the horse, and the former was incredulous as to Mundig's being at Newmarket; nor would he acknowledge his error, until he was at six to one, which price he saw, after having been roughed, prior to leaving for Epsom. At this period the Trial Rules were in full force; and Mundig's spin not having been entered in the book, created a great sensation; and the circumstance was brought before the stewards, but, as it was proved the horse was never plated or stripped, the authorities could take no cognizance of the matter. Mundig came on to Epsom, saw six to four at starting, and, as is well known, was just squeezed in, and made Mr. Bowes five-and-twenty thousand pounds richer than he was before, and the youngest Derby winner on the turf.

Two years afterwards, in 1857, Mr. Bowes was very near giving "the ring" another dressing, in the St. Leger, which he had every reason to believe he would have won with Epirus, but for his falling into the Ditch, and breaking Bill Scott's collar-bone. His next great hit was in 1842, when he managed to pull through the Two Thousand with

that infirm but terribly high-bred colt Meteor; and in the autumn he brought out his famous Cotherstone, whom he backed very early to win him a frightful stake. As a two-year-old, Cotherstone was as unlucky, as he was fortunate as a three; and to that circumstance may be attributed the failure of one or two heavy book-makers on the Derby about him. For running only second for the Criterion, and a dead heat for the Nursery, he was thought of little account in the winter; and any odds might then have been had about him. In the spring he suffered as badly from his teeth as ever Newminster or Blink Bonny and yet he won the Riddlesworth, Column, and Two Thousand at Newmarket very easily; and after he had beaten Knight of the Whistle at home, John Scott thought the Derby was over, and Lord George Bentinck was forced to abandon all his sanguine hopes of Gaper. The Derby, as is well known, he won in a far easier manner than Mundig; and another thirty thousand came out of the note-cases of the ring. The St. Leger looked an equal certainty; and had his old jockey been able to have ridden, he, instead of Surplice, would no doubt have been the first to have broken the charm about that race. But, "Bill" being ill, Frank Butler, whom in his own mind he had fixed on as his successor, was put upon Cotherstone; and through the stable running Prizefighter, between the pair, the race was "messed away," Job, on Nutwith, in the last stride, just nailing Frank on the post, in a manner that few gave him credit for, and which made the foundation of his fortune.

At Newmarket, afterwards, Cotherstone won the Royal Stakes, with nine pounds extra, and then retired into private life. As a sire, no horse has caused more disappointment than Cotherstone; but perhaps, if he had not been so limited in his mares, and been allowed more liberty, his stock would have been more successful. Two Derbys and Two Thousands in a few years would have been thought a sufficient dispensation of good-luck for most individuals; but the fickle goddess was not half tired of her favourite son, for in 1852, with Daniel O'Rourke--a mere chesnut pony, but a superb goer, more especially in dirt-Mr. Bowes again throws in for another Derby and another awful stake, which he was able to get on at extraordinary long odds, the public, after his being last in the Two Thousand (in which he was said by his jockey to have run fast, and tried), not deeming him worth a row of gingerbread. But, in reality, Daniel was a racehorse, as was proved by his trial with Champion and Backbiter, which electrified those who saw it. And certainly, if ever Frank Butler won a race out of the fire, it was this Derby, in which he let the boys on Hobbie Nobble and Barbarian cut their own throats, and then pounced down on them like an eagle on some pigeons. Daniel did little after this worth notice, and was beaten by Frantic, at six pounds, at York, and ran very indifferently in the Leger with Stockwell. But the greatest surprise Mr. Bowes had in store for the world was in the next year, with West Australian-the best horse ever trained at Malton, or ever seen by John Scott, and who never knew defeat but once, and that only by accident, by an animal to whom, in reality, he could have given an immense amount of weight. When he was tried on the Monday, between the Second