who kept the Duncombe Park gates, and used to tell how she managed the bulls of yore, "Young Grazier, and all the rest of 'em." When he came back from London, after a session, he would as often as not step off to see the calves half a mile a away, before he entered the house. He won the head prize in the old bull classes at the Chester and Leeds Royals, against a very large field in the second instance. The Chester bull Fifth Duke of Oxford was never of any use again, and the immense Skyrocket was shown not long after at sixpence per head, for the benefit of the distressed Leeds operatives, and then killed and made into soup for them.

His lordship was fond of the good old Yorkshire state; and well he might be, as he had some "very warm City goldsmiths in his pedigree; and he could bring more than three thousand freeholders, big and little, to poll from the country over which Jack Parker and his trencher-fed pack hold sway, and on which the Hambledon-hills look down. He liked four horses; and it was worth something to see him post over from Newmarket with them to Lady Pigot's sale. A good hack was also another of his fancies, and he generally ran his eye over Mr. Milward's, and sometimes bought. Last autumn he took a fancy to Mr. Payne's staghound for a sire, and had very nearly closed the bargain at three hundred, but it went off upon another point. Be it what it might, he always liked to bid for himself. He had a reserved sort of manner, but was very courteous and chatty upon shorthorns, even with comparative strangers, and more especially so when he was in his favourite bidding spot, a little behind Mr. Strafford's sale-waggon. He was chairman, when that gentleman sold the Duchesses, at the guinea lunch, in the room where bridegrooms return thanks for brides (and even an Aztec mumbles out something), and where Palmerston and Bono Johnny shook hands over it at last. On that day he declared his Bates faith, which he had fed at Kirklevington and Tortworth, most unequivocally -so much so that the Booth men rather grumbled, and with reason. At all events, his lordship might have remembered what Prince Imperial had done for the Duchess sort. As an agricultural committeeman he was most zealous and useful, and worked well with others, which is such a great point. The present lord, who has had the Bedale country for some seasons, will, it is thought, not keep it on.

If Lord Feversham owed his wealth to the banking successes of his ancestors, it was to the failure of the Bank of London that Sir John Villiers Shelley owed his death. He was chairman of it, and had never been the same man since it broke. Gout, the old enemy, laid its hand on him time after time, and a severe fit of it killed him at last, on the very day that his distinguished kinswoman, Sarah, Countess Dowager of Jersey, died. Sir John first" chipped out" with his county about politics in 1841. He chose what ultimately proved to be the winning side at a time when, "who would have thought it?" and fought out his view of the case with good pluck, and no fear of "little Billy Bogey B," of Lewes, before his eyes. In fact, politics were his forte, and it says something for a man that he could hold a cynical constituency like Westminster for thirteen years. He was a good party man, and always to be depended upon by a whip. In nothing else could he exactly be said to excel. As a sportsman he did but little, and some five or six years since he removed his name from the Jockey Club list. He was

well bred to the Turf, as his father owned Phantom, and won the Derby with him, and bred Cedric (another Derby winner) of double Walton blood, as well as the redoubtable Priam. On the Turf he made no mark, although Watchdog and Tarella bring back his name. There was, once upon a time, no finer and more dashing-looking fellow among the Newmarket Cavalry, and it seems but yesterday that he was one of them at the side of the cords, watching the issue of a £100 match, in which Sam Rogers would generally be wearing his "black-and-white cap."

He was a good implement steward in the Royal Agricultural Society's yard, but a difficult man to sit with on the board, as he was very argumentative and captious in his objections, and no one could have gone further wrong than he did in his objections to removing the Smithfield Club to Islington. Southdowns were a great fancy of his, and he might occasionally be seen at the great Sussex fairs with his creamcoloured spring cart in-waiting, to take a ram back. Still he was so little known in the county latterly, that about two years since we remember to have observed him bargaining with a well-known rising Sussex breeder of Southdowns. When they parted, we asked our friend whether they had agreed; and he said "No!-the gentleman says he's buying for Sir John Shelley." "Sir John!" said we; "why, that's Sir John himself, whose been giving you a feeler;" and our friend could hardly believe it. He made a very extraordinary £100 bet during a Goodwood race week, when he and Lord Waterford compared notes over the Duke's flock. It was to this effect: that the worst Maresfield Park ram was better than the best at Curraghmore. The Duke was the referee, and by virtue of that office named Mr. Woodman, of Glynde, as the judge. Mr. Woodman looked over the Curraghmore lot first, and then proceeded to Maresfield Park, where, after a morning's survey, he told Sir John, much to his astonishment, that he must "part." The bet was only won by a head, as, with the exception of one ram, every ram of Sir John's was better than the Curraghmore lot. The only hedging Sir John had, was the fact that he had not bred that sheep, but that he had got it from Goodwood. Challenges are not nice things to meddle with, and so a Cotswold breeder once found to his cost, when he offered to show a lot of rams for a thousand a side. When the day came, the old blue-blood breeders were roused, and the new man was glad to pay half-forfeit. His troubles did not stop there, as the sensation brought an extra number of people to his ram sale, and they fairly eat him out of house and home, and did not spare his most cherished tawny port. We think that Sir John's challenge must have dated about 1850. We saw the late Marquis there that year, and a great contrast he was in figure as he stood looking at his rare chesnut Lord George, who had broken a blood vessel to the Marquis, of the Yellow Dwarf and flag line days. They do say, by-the-bye, that an ancient Melton Charley died lately, and that to the last he was wont to delight in anecdotes of the Marquis's nightly freaks and the glories of toll-bar painting.

"Auceps," one of the curious characters whom one sometimes lights upon among the mass of writers, died last month in his 71st year. Perhaps our readers will hardly recall a little old sallow man, with feeble legs, encased in rusty-black trousers, and clad in a snuffy greatcoat, shambling along the Strand towards Temple Bar. His outer man

looked dear to the "old clo' buyer at four-and-sixpence. At times he would be in the carcase-market, taking down the quotations, or it might be hunting up a will in Doctor's Commons for a shilling douceur, or perchance among the cattle in Barnet fair. Some, in fact, called him "the Bishop of Barnet," and cut many a joke with him over sundry adventures in his diocese, of which he did not always care to hear. Be it where he might, he was always merry, and very unlike one poor author deceased, who on certain days became Louis Napoleon (to whom he bore a strong resemblance) in the spirit, and in those moods would notice no man in the street, let alone being "most 'aughty" in a

room.

A cheerful little soul was Davy Garrow, when he was pinched with hunger, and his shoes gaped wide at the scams-but ever his own enemy. No one had started life with better hopes. Judge Garrow was his uncle, and his name stood high among the senior optimes at Cambridge, somewhere about Jacob's and Whewell's year. Then he took orders, and in due time served a little church near Tedworth, and departed to India with a chaplaincy, or in some other clerical capacity. When there, we believe that he got into some trouble with his bishop, either about marrying a couple out of the prescribed limits of affinity, or that unfortunate propensity which was the bane of his life, and after that he went wholly down-hill. No one seemed to know or care anything about him, save one bishop, who was his friend throughout, so far as giving him something whenever he came to town. This, with some mysterious messengership, which we could never quite guess at, nor comprehend from his description, and what little he earned by his pen, eked out a very scanty subsistence. In his travels, both over England and the tropics, he had watched bird-life a good deal, and he generally "broke out each month" with something about his feathered friends or scenes he had assisted at in the jungle. He would often say that he hadn't had a bit of bread that day; but we knew too well, that unless you saw him eat, and stood over him, where any money you might give would infallibly go before he was three minutes older.

At one time he was made sub-editor (so he said) of an ephemeral sporting newspaper; but he did not seem to us to do much more than walk about the Strand, merrier than ever, with an attendant sprite, about 3 feet high (whom he assured his friends was the printer's devil), always following him on " urgent business." On his college days he was singularly silent, and we never heard him tell but one story of his uncle, and there was not much in that. A man to whom he had administered one of his scarifying cross-examinations said to him; "Sergeant, I remember your first speech." "Do you?" said the Sergeant. it was at the Old Bailey; and may-be your last will be there."

Two or three years ago poor "Auceps" fell on better days, and his bishop friend got him an annuity of £80 from some fund. No one seems to know how it was managed; but it brought him comparative comfort for the rest of his life. He only did duty once, and that was in the city, we think in '65. Somewhat to his own astonishment, the poor old fellow wore the black suit and the white cravat once more. Two or three of his friends got him washed up, and into new shoes, and had some false teeth fitted in for "this occasion only." Hear him preach and read prayers they would. His sermon was from the text,

"Consider the lilies of the field ;" and we have heard from those two or three in the secret, that it was a very good one. He used to give us the text with much emphasis and outstretched hand whenever he appeared in the office with his MSS. for months after, but he never rose in a pulpit again. We should fancy that all the old stock of sermons were gone, and that it had cost him many an anxious night in a garret. Such are a few recollections of poor "Old Davy Garrow." They are very sad, but stranger ones are still untold.

A Scottish celebrity, Mr. Hogarth, has also passed away, but we hardly know how to class him. He was a salmon-killer, but not a salmon fisher, and rented at one time more miles of salmon fishing than Mr. Speedie of Perth, or any one in Scotland. Before the late Duke of Richmond took it into his own hand (and made, it was said, some £12,000 a year by it), he had the Spey, that most vicious and eccentric of all Scottish rivers, and in the height of his trade, before railroads, he kept some twenty-five smacks afloat, with salmon in ice for the London market. He was only sixty-two, but he had been a long time at the work, and no one was more popular with his men-a very great point, when so much is left in their power.

In accordance with our usual rule, we give the return of the Waterloo Coursing Meeting:

WATERLOO CUP, value £1,600 (less £360 deducted for Waterloo Purse and Plate), by subscription of £25 each; winner £500, runner-up £200, two dogs £50, four dogs £30, eight dogs £20, and sixteen dogs £10 each; 64 subs.

E Mr J. Hodson ns rd Jacob, by Jonathan out of Rollicking Lass, beat s Mr G. Blanshard ns bd w d Teddy, by Robin Hood, dam unknown

E Mr J. H. Blundell ns r b Hearty Lass, by Blundell's Beware out of Honest Lass, beat E Mr J. Brundrit ns be d Anchor, by Gabriel out of Sister to Wild Wave (1)

E Mr W. Long ns bk b Royal Seal, by Patent out of Romping Girl, beat E Mr. S. C. Lister ns r d Prime Minister, by Tipsy Cake out of Glowworm

E Mr J. Johnston's bd w b Fieldfare, by Dalgig out of Woodpigeon, beat E Mr. J. F. Armistead's f w dp Attila (late Barrister), by Heart o' King out of Sylph

1 Lord Bective ns bk t d Mimas, by Rienzi out of Minié Rifle, beat E Mr B. H. Jones's bk d Just in Bloom (late Hawthorn), by Regan out of Peony

E Mr W. Mather n bk w d Strange Idea, by Cardinal York out of High Idea, beat I Mr W. H. Massey ns r d p Mountain Chief, by Maelstrom out of Mountain Maid

s Mr J. Gibson's fwd Ronald (late Ronald Macdonald), by Coorooran out of Blooming Maggie, beat E Lord Sefton's fd Saturn, by David out of Stella

E Mr H. Hayward ns bk d Regulus, by Patrician out of Romping Girl, beat 1 Sir C. Molyneux ns bd d Lord Lyon, by Dalgig out of Miss Corabg Hill

1 Mr W. S. Garnet ns r b Lady Cecil, by Crocco out of Cinoloa, beat E Hon. C. C. Molyneux ns r b Swift, by David out of Stella

s Mr J. Jardine's r fb Fortuna, by Cardinal York out of Meg, beat E Mr H. W. Strachan ns bk w b Blanche, by Brewer out of Blitz

E Mr G. A. Thompson's rh Trovatore, by Ticket of Leave out of Touchwood, beat E Mr T. Green's w b Glideaway, by Boundaway out of Gazelle

E Lord Grey de Wilton ns be d Blue Rock, by Sea Foam out of Sea Girl, beat s Mr J. Dunlop's bk w b Queen Emma, by Kingwater out of Ready Aye Ready (1)

I Mr W. Barden's be wt d Hawk, by Redwing out of Magpie, beat E Mr J. Spinks's r d Sea Sand (late Sandy), by Peter out of Skip

I Mr J. Russell's fd Regent, by Portsea out of Reliance, beat s Mr J. Callander ns Geargatherer, by Coorooran out of Blooming Maggie

I Lord Lurgan's bk t d Master Price, by Patent out of Romping Girl, beat s Lord Garlie's w b Godiva, by Canaradzo out of Good Omen

E Mr J. Knowles ns f w b Marionette, by Patent out of Bonnie Lassie, beat E Mr F. Bartholomew ns bk w b Shy Girl, by Patent out of Romping Girl

E Mr W. H. Dean's f d Desperation, by Brewer out of Sprite, beat s Lord Eglinton ns fd Faugh a Ballagh (late Wheel of Fortune), by Willie Steel out of Wanton Lass

E Mr J. S. Bland ns bk t d Basil, by Shooting Star out of Darkness, beat E Mr R. Williams's bk w d Brigadier, by Boreas out of Wee Nell

s MrA. Grabam ns be w d Constable, by Beadle of the Parish out of Prize Flower, beat E Mr C. E. Marfleet's f w b Miss in her Teens, by Belligerent out of Monarch (1)

E Mr T. D. Hornby ns bd d Bettelheim, by Rienzie out of Note, beat E Mr S. Mallaby ns rw b Maniolana, by Cardinal York out of Manoloto

E Mr W. H. Clark ns f w b Theatre Royal, by Cardinal York out of Meg of the Mill, beat E Dr Richardson ns bd d Elsecar, by Patent out of Jessica

E Mr C. Randell's f w d Rather Improved, by Patent out of Polly, beat E Mr J. Cunningham's w bd b White Rose, by Sea Foam out of Malibran

s Lord Stair ns f w b Princess Royal, by Cardinal York out of Meg of the Mill, beat E Mr J. Blackstock's w bd b Belle of Scotland (late Hasty), by Canaradzo out of Maid of the Mill

s Mr J. Ingleby ns r t d Cauld Kail, by Union Jack out of Scotia's Thistle, beat E Mr W. Deighton's r b Lucy Long, by Patent out of Lurlie

E. Mr C. J. Chesshyre ns bk w d Catholic, by Cardinal York out of Canopy, beat E Mr E. W. Trinder's bk t d Top Arch, by Patent out of Romping Girl

E Mr E. W. Stocker ns w bdb Lobelia, by Sea Foam out of Lilac, beat E Captain Wyndham ns bk d Lord Soulis, by Clansman out of Lady Mary

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E Mr J. Blakes us bk b Vanity, by Brewer out of Beauty, beat 1 Mr G. F. Wise's be w

b Woman in Blue, by Railroad out of Malibran

1 Mr J. Savage's w bd b Lifeboat, by Canaradzo out of Brindled Bonnet, beat s Mr W. G. Borron ns bk w d Belzoni, by Bird of Prey out of Balblair Girl.

E Mr N. Saxton ns r b Gaudy Poll, by Brewer out of Glimpse at Glory, beat E Mr

E. Croft ns w d Lightfoot, by Beacon Light out of Polly

E Mr T. Brocklebank's f or cr b Batavia, by Ewesdale out of Java, beat s Mr R. Jardine ns bd w b Flying Mist, by Coorooran out of Meg (2, dr.)

s Mr J. Hyslop ns w bd d Dick Turpin, by Canaradzo out of Wastwater, beat s Mr W. M. Gilmour's r d Goolaloo, by Owersby out of Innocence

E Mr J. Evan's bk d En Route, by Seagull out of Chère Amie, beat E Mr T. L. Reed ns r d Mainstay, by Monarch out of Spot.

Mr Stocker ns (Mr Leigh's) Lobelia beat Mr W. Long ns (Mr Haywood's) Royal Seal.

WATERLOO PURSE, value £260; the winner £100, second £50, two dogs £15 each, four dogs £10 each, and eight dogs £5 each.

Mr Blanshard ns bd w d Teddy beat Mr J. Brundit ns be d Anchor

Mr Lister ns r b Prime Minister beat Mr Armistead's f w d Attila (late Barrister) Mr W. H. Massey's r d Mountain Chief beat Mr B. H. Jones's bk d Just in Bloom

Sir C. Molyneux ns bd d Lord Lyon beat Lord Sefton's fd Saturn

Mr Strachan ns bk w b Blanche beat Hon. C. C. Molyneux's r b Swift