(1807), with Election, by Gohanna; and in 1826, with Lapdog, by Whalebone. His Lordship also won the Oaks five times-namely, in 1788, with Nightshade, by Pot8os; the subsequent year, with Tag, by Trentham; in 1795, with Platina, by Mercury; in 1800, with Ephemera, by Woodpecker; and in 1820, with Caroline, by Whalebone. To allude to his other winnings would be to transfer volumes of the old Calendars to these pages.

While on the subject of the running of Lord Egremont's horses, I should not neglect that for a considerable period they were trained at home: a part of the old training-ground may still be seen skirting the park, and running by the side of its lofty wall. I believe it was not found to answer, and such of the horses as were not at Newmarket were put under the care of the veteran Brown of Lewes. Probably the cause of the failure of home-training will be often found the result of an over anxiety for its success. The effect of using young horses to their work on enclosed courses has been to unfit them for any other. I remember a few years ago visiting a unique specimen of that kind of training-ground at the Marquis of Westminster's, Eaton Hall. There an oval course had been formed, round which, both inside and out, ran a quickset hedge about four feet high, kept as trim and as impervious as the labyrinth at Woburn Abbey. The consequence of habituating their young stock to exercise upon ground so bien gardé was, that whenever they got a chance to break bounds, they failed not to take advantage of it. I believe Sir Thomas Stanley had, at one time, adopted a similar plan, but subsequently abandoned it for open gallops in his park. If private training ever promised to succeed, the domain at Petworth struck me the spot of all others best suited to the experiment. It affords ground of every description: you have Derby hill if you require it, and a flat that equals the T. M. M. in the character of the sod, and surrounded by as liberal accompaniments.

If long previous to the close of his course of munificence, as a Patron of Field Sports, His Lordship had ceased to appear among the Noble Masters of Fox-hounds, we find him, at the last hour, placed in a position towards the chase having no parallel-the father of two gallant sons, both supporting, in the county which had so long been cherished by his profuse liberality, fox hunting establishments at their own sole and exclusive charge. Although by no means averaging with the general run of hunting countries, Sussex has been more favored than many of the best. In a circle of a score miles in its Western division it had two of the most princely establishments devoted to the chase to be found in England— that of the late Duke of Richmond at Goodwood, were the kennels were little palaces, and that of the Earl of Egremont at Petworth.

I am warned to lead this brief and inefficient Memoir towards its end, but I cannot close it without some allusion to the scenes amid which the latest years of that great and good man were passed. The mansion of Petworth has nothing striking, either architecturally or in situation-its park, however, is the finest that I have seen, and within it is the noblest Temple of the Muses that adorns our land. There you find no galleries, cabinets, or saloons suited to a single taste, or furnished to administer to the one passion of him by whom they were created; but an exquisite museum of all the liberal arts, provided upon, and dedicated to a principle open as day." Never while I live, will pass from my memory the feelings aroused by the last

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visit I paid to that house: all that I heard and saw looked like a dream of the Golden Age. The object for which its noble master lived was literally to "go about and do good." I found him superintending a work by which better facilities might be afforded for those truly English feasts that were wont annually to be provided by him-I mean the festivals at which the tenantry were regaled. Proceeding to an examination of those chef d'avres of art that delight in proportion as habit reveals their perfections, at every turn I encountered men of science of all countries (for there no distinction of hospitality was known), who pursued each the bent of his taste, and was master of his time and pleasure as if under his own roof-the sole control imposed being that of assembling in the evening at the table at which their host presided. What dinners those must have been! Imagine men of cultivated minds, and spirits suited to the almost celestial labour, gathering from the treasures of Vandyck, Cuyp, Claude, Rubens, Holbein, Teniers, Reynolds, Lawrence-Flaxman, Ross, Carew-Leslie, Turner, Calcott, Phillips-and last, though not least the inimitable, the wondrous Gibbons. Conceive these men gleaning from such a harvest, and at eventide each bringing to the convivial garner the golden fruits procured from such a vintage! What shall we call a reunion like to this! A thousand, and a thousand times as it has illustrated scenes where wit, taste, and elegance, have combined, where was one that half so well deserved to live recorded to all time, as so truly the feast of reason and the flow of soul!"...... After a course, shedding lustre and fertilization on all that came within its influence, the Sun of this social system hath set, surrounded with haloes that became the evening of such a day. Full of honor, as of years, his epitaph, traced by Love and Gratitude upon the heads of all who knew him he who was the noblest of a House that long since found its records among the most distinguished of the land-has passed from among us. All lament him—all grieve for their loss-not his for they remember how well he employed the talents committed to his care. They knew the reward promised to the "good and faithful servant," and cherishing the memory of his many virtues, can they be better consoled in their sorrow than by the knowledge that, in the language of Socrates, "he has finished his days in glory!" CRAVEN.

THE GREY ARAB MARE.

Engraved by T. S. ENGLEHEART from a Painting by LAPORTE.

Or the two grey Arab mares presented to His late Majesty William the Fourth by the Imaum of Muscat, the one given in our last Number is designated as the " Flea-bitten Grey," to distinguish her from the “ Grey or White," which forms one of the embellishments of the present. She is undoubtedly of the purest caste, and possesses all the requisite points and qualifications for speed for which the Desert blood is so celebrated. The produce at her foot is by Actæon, and she is in foal to The Colonel. Such was the high estimation formed of this mare, that the Imaum sent her at a great expense and risk far into the Desert to be covered by a particular horse before sending her as a present to the King of England. The produce was foaled on board the ship that conveyed her to this country: it was a chesnut colt, and was sold last spring at the Corner with the other Hampton Court blood-stock, and purchased by a Mr. Rigg.-The "Flea-bitten Grey" was sold to Sir Tatton Sykes.

THE DUKE DE RAGUSA

ON THE IMPERIAL STUDS OF HUNGARY.

HAVING not very long ago had an opportunity (while abroad) of reading a very clever and entertaining work by Le Marechal Duc de Ragusa, and finding in it some observations on Posting in Hungary, and on the different establishments formed by the Austrian Government for the improvement of the breed of horses, I have thought a translation of those parts may prove interesting to some of your readers. I will, therefore, endeavour to give you an extract of those parts in as nearly as possible the words of the author.

Le Duc de Ragusa is the celebrated Marechal Marmont, who commanded the French army at the famous battle of Salamanca, where he lost an arm. Having left France at the period of the last Revolution, he took up his abode at Vienna, whence he projected a tour to the East, passing through Hungary, Transylvania, Southern Russia, &c. to Constantinople, Syria, and Egypt. The Marechal appears to be what is termed on the continent un grand Amateur de Chevaux, and some of his observations appear to justify that he has pretty good ideas on the subject. His work is also full of valuable information, to the statesman and soldier in particular, as well as to the general reader, and I hope will ere long be translated by a competent person, and thereby afford much amusement to a very great class of readers, who are prevented at present, from perhaps an imperfect knowledge of the French language, of availing themselves of the information it affords.

In April 1834 the Marechal left Vienna, and he thus describes his progress:- "Arrived at the frontiers of Hungary, I took the Pesth Road, conducted by post-horses furnished by the peasants-a new system lately established, and in imitation of the English mode of conducting the post. In a country so behindhand as Hungary, and where the manners and customs of the inhabitants are so little in harmony with the rest of Europe, one is astonished to find such a spirit of active industry existing among the people, which, however, arises from the natural richness of the country, and free competition; from which it would appear that it requires less time than is generally supposed to give the spirit of industry to an active people, when circumstances favor the developement, and the authorities do not throw obstacles in the way.

"This system of posting results from the following circumstances: -The communications between Pesth and Vienna are frequent; business and pleasure bring numbers of travellers from one town to the other. The government-relays, calculated according to the necesary wants of of the public service, are paid for at a high price, and in consequence a number of private and rival establishments have arisen, which have been established with the greater facility from the fact that the Hungarian peasants are enabled to keep at little expense a number of horses of a naturally quick and hardy nature. The expense of these animals being covered by their work on the farms, the occasional conduct of travellers becomes a clear profit to the proprietors, which they receive in ready money. This has made them conceive the idea of establishing

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