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from end to end in a cloud of dust, and it was only
when they neared the distance post, and the beaten
horses dropped out of the front rank, that Sam
caught a glimpse of the one horse (Prince Paul)
he at all feared, and quickly crept up to make his
challenge. Robinson had won his maiden Derby on
Azor in the preceding year, and though Sam had no
brace of St. Legers on his list, the luck of the two at
Epsom was in a measure equal, as the one won two
Derbies and five Oaks, and the other vice versd.
When the two Sams returned to Newmarket, Ben
Marshall was commissioned to paint a picture of
them, which was hung forthwith in the dining-room
^at Riddlesworth. In the following year he painted
one of Shoveller to match it, in which Will Chifney
holds the mare by the head, while a lad is rubbing
her down. Sam was fond enough, in after-years, of
strolling into one of his stables, in which Marshall
perpetually set up his easel, on account of its excel-
lent lights, and peeping over his shoulder while he
was at work ; but no one disliked sitting for his like-
ness so much. "Never easy, Mr. Chifney, when
you're near an easel," was the old painter's favourite
pun; but on this occasion, while his first Derby
laurels were still fresh, he was pretty patient in Ben's
hands, and, though the lips are perhaps rather thick,
the Riddlesworth portrait aptly represents the coun-
tenance and long easy seat of the jockey of thirty-
two. Herring painted his likeness in after-years in


the great picture which he executed for Lord Kel-
burne, of the York Match, and also in his start for
the Derby ; he never sat to Harry Hall, but a most
capital full front likeness of him in the Darlington
colours, by Spalding, is to be seen in the centre of
the sheet-picture of Southern Jockeys.

Ben Marshall, the painter, was, as we have said
before, a great ally of the Chifneys, who admired him
as a painter nearly as much as they did Robson in
his more practical art. He came into especial notice
on the death of Stubbs, who had a great run among
our forefathers, which none of his pictures quite seem
to justify. Stubbs painted figures and landscapes as
well as horses, and especially excelled in the first of
these three walks. The late Frank Butler had a
picture by him of his grandfather the first Sam
Chifney riding a horse in and setting-to with a
slack rein, in which the figure is most beautifully
painted, while the horse is very moderate. We
have, however, seen some of his horse groups, one
especially of some mares and foals at the Marquis of
Westminster's, in London, most capitally drawn and
painted. His chief failing was a lack of anatomical
knowledge, and his horses in motion were stiff and
unnatural to the last degree. He adopted the old
style of making the hind pasterns bend inwards in
the gallop, instead of outwards, as they are now more
correctly drawn. Marshall was originally a West-
end valet, and did not set up his easel till he was
above thirty. At first he confined himself to portrait
painting, but as he soon found that " gentlemen
would give 50 guineas for the portrait of a horse
when they grudged 10 guineas for their wife's," he
migrated from London to Newmarket. He was an
idle painter, and a great bon vivant ; very full of
humour and anecdote, and seldom, if ever, worked
after his two-o'clock dinner. Those who watched
him at his easel used always to declare that he painted


much more with his thumb than his brush. The
Margravine of Anspach was one of his first patrons,
as were also Mr. Thornhill and Lord Sondes, at
whose house he made long visits. His early style
was entirely original ; he painted mostly for effect,
with wonderful feeling for light and shade, which
with his brilliant colouring, brought him hosts of
admirers. The treatment of his subjects was quite
Cuyp-like in its breadth ; while his feeling for aerial
perspective gave immense power to his groups.
Latterly his style became careless and coarse, and
his once-brilliant colouring degenerated into vul-
garity. Although for many years it was the fashion
to have every great winner painted by him, it was his
figures rather than his horses which made his racing
pictures so life-like and attractive. Still, in this
point Harry Hall has quite equalled, if not beaten
him ; and we know of nothing of Marshall's which
can bear comparison with the study of Nat and his
pony in Lord Clifden's picture of Surplice, or of
Harry Stebbings leading Knight of St. George to the
St. Leger post. Even when he put forth his greatest
powers, his horse-drawing was rather that of a well-
taught man than a lover of the four-legged subject ;
and in his picture of the match between Sir Joshua
and Filho da Puta, the portrait of the latter (who
was trained, as a writer of the period [1817] observes,
"by a very civil and apparently deserving young
man of the name of John Scott") hardly gives one a
worthy idea of the magnificent sixteen- and-a-half-
hand son of Haphazard. He quitted Newmarket
in 1832, and died in London two years after-
wards; and his most enduring monument is to be
found in the long series of engravings from his
works which embellished the pages of the Old
Sporting Magazine.

In the course of the autumn of " SALT'S " Derby
year, Mr. ThornhilFs horses left Perren's, and were


placed under Sam's charge, as trainer, although his
brother William looked principally after them. With
brothers less attached to each other, an arrangement
of this kind might have led to some misunderstand-
ing ; but during the whole of their long connection,
both as regarded the management of Mr. ThornhuTs,
as well as Lord Darlington's stud, which came from
Perreir's to Sam's some few seasons afterwards, they
never ceased to be of one mind. The very next
Epsom meeting saw them successful for Mr. Thorn-
hill in the Oaks with Shoveller a small, lengthy,
and blood-like whole-coloured bay mare, of whom
they gave him so good a report, that he won nearly
20,000. In this race, Sam convinced Frank Buckle
that the high opinion he had long entertained for
him was not unfounded, as he waited on him from
the moment he took up the running with Espagnolle
at Tattenham Corner, and making one of his magni-
ficent rushes in the last two strides, defeated " the
governor" on the post by a head. His Thornhill luck
had not, however, run out with the half-sister to Sam,
as the Derby of the following year (1820) again fell
to him with Shoveller's full-brother Sailor, who won.
the Derby on his third birthday. Such a delicious
Epsom sandwich for one owner as two Derbies, with
an Oaks between, has never been known either before
or since. Sailor was a plain, light-fleshed, chesnut
colt ; rather leggy, but at the same time very power-
ful, and though he had by no means a large foot,
deeply devoted to mud. This last quality was most
opportune, as the whole of the night preceding his
Derby was a perfect hurricane of wind and wet. Sam
was lying comfortably in bed, recruiting himself after
a heavy walk in the sweaters on the preceding evening,
and knew nothing of his brightening prospects till he
called for his slender tea-and-toast breakfast ; while
William, on the contrary, was exposed to the pitiless
tempest at four in the morning, as he rose from his


bed at Headley, and wended his way down the hill to
Mr. Ladbroke's, where Sailor was standing, with the
remainder of Mr. ThornhilPs horses. The booths on
the race-course were cracking and flying abont every-
where "'neath the breath of the howling blast" ; but
although Will had to wade through a perfect Balak-
lava of liquid slush, and was wet through long before
he reached his charge, he told his friends that he felt
as if he could have stopped and danced with pleasure,
as he knew that none of the fourteen could touch his
Sailor now. If Jem Bland had still been Mr. Lad-
broke's coachman, he might have perhaps had this
weather secret confided to him, instead of losing so
heavily on Sailor as he did. As it turned out, Will
had taken the mud measure of his horses most ex-
actly ; and Mr. Thornhill was so confident from the
same cause, that he made Sailor as good a favourite
as anything before starting, and won 23,000 on
him. At this period Mr. Thornhill was about forty
years of age, and weighed 23st. 31bs., or about 31bs.
more than a sporting Suffolk farmer, one Mr. Dobito,
who had a great love for trotting horses, and used
often to sell him a nag. These had been so well
accustomed to Mr. D's. weight, when they came to
hand, that Mr. Thornhill regularly rode on the
Heath, and only took to the yellow phaeton and the
greys in the few last years of his life. Sam's racing
career after the Derby was most ignoble, as he was a
bad-constitutioned horse, and, like Shoveller, lost
all form ; but Sailor's chance was cut short by death
during that very autumn. Will Chifney had taken
him out on the Heath as usual one morning, and was
watching the string as they rose the hill from the
bushes, when he suddenly observed him stop in his
stride, cross his legs, stagger about two hundred yards,
and then drop. He had broken a blood-vessel in the
chest, and was quite dead before Will could gallop
up to him and get off his hack. The horse must have


lost all consciousness in an instant, as, for the first
time in his life, he crossed the road at the Turn of the
Lands, without taking it at a flying jump, as was his
eccentric and unvarying practice, even though he
might be in the iron grip of Sam himself. He fell
dead about seventy yards on the Newmarket side of
it, and it darted instantly through Will's mind that
there could be no hope, as he had forgotten to
rise at his favourite spot. Albert died on the Heath
not many years after, with Connolly on his back :
but he died in his stride, and did not go nearly so far
before he fell : and Orinoco's death was equally in-
stantaneous. It was said at the time, that Will Chifney
gave Sailor unduly heavy work, and had horses regu-
larly posted for him in his sweats. Both he and his
father were good match trainers, but not great for two
or three races together. Their match horses were
brought to the post as fine as wax-work, but very
light : they set them very sharp, stinted their water,
had them out for exercise, varied with frequent four-
mile sweats, four or five hours a day, and bled them
upwards of a couple of quarts a week, till within a
fortnight of the race. Such at least is the testimony
of their still surviving cotemporaries, who will stick
stoutly to the over-training of Priam.

Mr. Thornhill's Epsom luck with the Chifneys
reached its acme on the terrific Sailor day ; and dur-
ing the ten years more that his horses continued under
their charge, none of them were ever again placed for
either of those two races. Mustard was " nowhere "
to Gulnare in the Oaks ; and an own sister to Sam
and Sailor was equally unfortunate in Zinc's year.
The same may be said of Reformer, who was first fa-
vourite when Sir John Shelley won the Derby with
Cedric, and had been purchased for 1,500 guineas
some six weeks before. His colt Merchant (who
failed hopelessly for this race in 1828) was always an
especial fancy of his owner's: low, lengthy, and strong ;


and tried to be so good after he won the Prendergast
and the Column, that a third Derby seemed distinctly
to loom in the future for Riddlesworth. The winter
blasted all these hopes, as he went dead amiss, and
was never really in form again. Once more, however,
his bankrupt spirit seemed to revive, and Sam asto-
nished the Heath considerably, and Lord Exeter still
more, by defeating the much-vaunted Varna in 1829 ;
while his friend Robinson, on Lucetta, had an equally
noted triumph over her fair stable friend Green-mantle.
It was on the strength of the high opinion which
they entertained of Merchant that the Chifneys were
first tempted to buy Zinganee from Lord Exeter.
Sam had of course ridden Merchant in his two-year-
old races ; and both he and Will were so convinced
that Wheatleyhad not made enough use of Zinganee
when he ran second in the Prendergast, that they
soon afterwards made an offer of 1,200 for him.
His Lordship returned them an answer to the effect
that, considering the horse's good engagements,
1,500 was about his price; and a cheque for that
sum was at once forwarded. Reformer never did
much to wipe out his Derby failure, and Sam's prin-
cipal performances consisted in winning a match on
him against Don Carlos, and running a dead heat
with the same horse in a second match. Ringleader
also won a somewhat extraordinary match against
Strephon. The horses had run a match before, which
had come off easily in favour of Strephon ; but Will
Chifney had kept his weather-eye open, and con-
sidered that Buckle had so completely out-generalled
Will Arnull, that, if Mr. Thornhill would only buy
the horse, and put Sam "up," things, as in the
Merry-go-round match, would be altered. He was
so set in his opinion, that Mr. Thornhill acquiesced,
invited Mr. Lechmere Charlton to shoot at Riddles-
worth between the Second October and the Hough-
ton meetings, and succeeded in making another


match at the same weights and distance. Mr. Charl-
ton jumped at such an apparently foolhardy offer,
and was not a little chagrined at the result.

During the seasons 1830-42, Mr. ThornhilPs
horses were in the hands of Pettit ; and Connolly had
nearly all the mounts above 7st. 71b. Still, auld ac-
quaintance could not be entirely forgotten, and Sam
appeared in the Riddlesworth colours at intervals,
and won two matches in them on Menalippe in 1840.
It was owing also to the express wish of Mr. Thorn-
hill, who was very intimate, and trained with Mr.
Gurney, that he rode and won the Ascot Cup on that
very peculiar horse St. Francis. In 1843, the season
after poor Connolly died, Mr. ThornhnTs horses were
placed under his charge, both to train and ride. The
lot consisted of Extempore, Elixir, Example, Eringo,
Elemi, and one or two others ; and were certainly
not calculated, in cardsellers' parlance, " to do much
for the owner's name," although the blood of Emilius
coursed in their veins. This magnificent son of Or-
ville, whom he purchased for Mr. Udney, for 1,800
guineas, was quite as dear to Mr. Thornhill as ever
Touchstone was to the late Marquis of Westminster.
The old horse survived Buckle, who rode him for the
Derby, when he made all the running to Tattenham
Corner, was headed, and then " came again, 57 nearly
seventeen years, and his owner, who left special in-
junctions that he should never be sold, for nearly
four years. He was buried near the ruins of Easby
Abbey, at whose stud farm he died (within a few
months of Mulatto, The Colonel, and the Saddler),
leaving Priam, Plenipo, Mango, Euclid, and Oxygen
to keep his memory green in the Epsom and Don-
caster annals. Of the high-bred " EV which Sam
Chifney had in hand, Extempore, own sister to Eu-
clid, was quite the flower; and the old jockey, who
was then not many years short of sixty, donned the
sweaters again with no little heart, to take off some



12lbs., in order to ride her for " The One Thousand"
in 1843. Nine started, and George Edwards on
Spiteful fought it out till the very last stride, when
" The Old Screw" made his effort, and just won a
head. It seemed quite like old times again, when
he mounted his hack and rode alongside Mr. Thorn-
hilPs phaeton to receive his congratulations and de-
scribe the race. His two last matches were on the
same mare, and in both of them he had the pleasure
of beating his old friend Robinson once on Cowslip
and again on Semiseria. The latter match, for 500
sovereigns, h. ft., came off on May 7th, 1844, and
was a .worthy finish to a great Newmarket career,
which had then extended over nearly half-a-century.
He was perforce obliged to abandon his waiting sys-
tem, as he knew that Semiseria could go much faster
than his mare ; and, in fact, her match with Queen
of the Gipsies was said to be the fastest thing ever
run at Newmarket. Sam, consequently, started at
score over the A.F., and cut her down before they
reached the cords. The appearance of the veterans
created quite a sensation, even among the matter-of-
fact Ring-men. There was even betting between
the two -, and Sanr's grim weather-beaten visage was
not altogether proof against the roar of delight which
welcomed him as he rode back to scaie, casting a
knowing look of triumph at Robinson, who gave him
the warmest of greetings in the weighing-house.

Only twice more was the well-known name of
" S. Chifney" entered in the book of a Clerk of the
Scales once opposite Elemi in the Derby of that
year, and again, and for the last time, opposite Ex-
ample in the Oaks. In 1843 the issue of this race
had been between himself and his nephew Frank
Butler, and he had then been forced to alter his
waiting tactics, and come on in front a quarter of a
mile from home. The old tutor was, however, des-
tined to be beaten by the pupil, and there was no


resisting Poison's challenge at the Stand. This
struggle might be said to be decisive of the point, as
to whether the uncle or the nephew was to win the
largest number of Oaks. Already had the uncle won
five on Briseis, Sorcery, Landscape, Shoveller, and
Wings while the nephew won five after this one;
and, in fact, just commenced his great career in the
saddle when the uncle quitted it. Mr. Thornhill
and Sam might have jogged on comfortably for some
years to come, but the fatal escutcheon was above
the hall-door of Biddlesworth before the next New-
market July, and the latter settled down in the pre-
mises which his late master was found to have left
him for his life, and never attempted to waste again.




" Now fitfully by gusts is heard,
He's fifth he's sixth he's fourth he's third :
And on like an arrowy meteor flame,
The stride of the Derby winner came."


THE years 1829-31 may be said to have seen the
Brothers Chifney at their zenith. Up to that
time they had kept no private horses of any high
stamp, although Pendulum was a fair country runner;
whereas in 1828 they brought out Zinganee, in 1830
Priam, and in 1831 Emiliana. The latter filly won
the Clearwell and the Prendergast Stakes, with
Robinson on her, in such style that both Derby and
Oaks seemed almost mortgaged to the stable ; and
even the quiet Sam is reported to have taken his
pipe out of his mouth, and remarked, in one of his
unwonted inspirations, that " if he did not win them
he would be hung to the nearest tree." The backers
of the chesnut at the Corner derived much comfort
from this handsome proposal; but during the winter
she "got a leg," and was so out of tune on the
Derby day, that Sam (who rode 21bs. over-weight)
could make nothing out of her, although she re-
covered her running in a measure towards the close
of the season. The coarse, coffin-headed Margrave,
whom she had beaten cleverly in the Clearwell, was
fourth, and Beiram fifth. Mr. Petre's Rowton came


to Newmarket about the same time, after keeping up
in the North for two seasons the character which he
had acquired by making his own running and defeat-
ing such horses as Voltaire and Sir Hercules in the
St. Leger. The Chifneys had kept an eye on him
ever since Sam got his measure on that memorable
day with Voltaire ; and even when he came into their
hands for his fifth season, they declared him to be
" the best horse at all distances from half a mile to
four miles that they had ever trained" no small
praise from the owners of Priam and Zinganee. His
sire wasOiseau,who also distinguished himself through
Revolution and some rare four-mile horses in the
north ; while his dam Katharina was by Woful. The
price was 1,000 guineas ; and at one time John Scott
thought of taking half of him, but changed his
mind, from a feeling of delicacy towards Mr. Petre,
whose luck was then sadly on the wane. In shape
he was, perhaps, as nearly perfection as possible;
low and lengthy, perhaps rather light-timbered, but
with beautiful quarters. His head was small, clean,
and deer-like, with an exquisitely expressive eye;
and casting our memory back over the thousands
of thorough-breds we have seen stripped, we know of
few that we would not more readily have spared to
the foreigners. One leg had required a good deal of
care before he arrived at Ascot to encounter Cama-
rine for the Gold Cup, in 1832; and this coarse, big
mare, whom Robinson always considered some pounds
better than Lucetta, presented a quaint contrast to
her elegant little opponent, who looked little qualified
to give her 171bs. for the two years. The race was
one of the most extraordinary and interesting ever
run, and The Saddler was soon beaten off. Chifney
walked 150 yards, and then cantered in front till
about three-quarters of a mile from home, when he
went on at a terrific pace Robinson waiting with
the mare till about 70 yards from the chair, where he


challenged, and a most punishing head-and-head
struggle, in which the great Newmarket rivals seemed
to ride for ( ' Westminster Abbey or Victory," ended
in a dead heat. The Chifneys would have been glad
to compromise the race, and let the mare walk over ;
but the crowd was so great in those primitive days,
when Grand Stand enclosures were unknown, that
they could not find Sir Mark Wood. It is not likely
that the baronet would have fallen in with the offer,
as he had taken up some warm notions about a collision
which had occurred between the pair as Robinson
closed up, and would have it that Sam jostled his
mare; while Sam as stoutly maintained that the
mare had swerved on to his horse, and knocked him
out of his stride. In the second bout Rowton made
the running, Camarine waiting two lengths off; but
his leg failed him after he passed the Brick Kilns,
and the mare won easily. The produce of the two
or rather the two and Cetus in 1835, was the ches-
nut Glenlivat, who was brought to the hammer, when
a yearling, after Sir Mark Wood's death. He was
so wonderfully handsome and blood-looking, that
Lord Exeter bid him up to 1,000 guineas; but Lord
George Bentinck who then used Mr. Bowes' name
in his nominations went on with another ten-guinea
bid, and secured him. Will Chifney had told Mr.
Thornhill, who was anxious to bid, that he was not
worth a fifty-pound note ; and he turned out to be
nearly correct. He contrived, however, when re-
ceiving 361bs,, to break down Hetman Platoff in the
Leamington Stakes, in the same fashion that his
dam had eight years before treated his sire. Rowton
was also honoured with the smiles of the 1,100-guinea
Pucelle, when she was in the Duke of Cleveland's
stud; and from their union sprang Virginia, who
was in her turn the dam of Virago.

Zinganee was tried so highly during the spring of
1828 that Mr. Thornhill, as well as his owners, stood


heavily upon him for the Derby. He beat a field of
ten for the Newmarket Stakes (825) very cleverly,
although he was up to his fetlocks in dirt ; but fate
was against him in his Epsom preparation ; and he
had barely reached that town when his throat swelled,
and he ran profusely at the nose almost up to
the hour of starting. In spite of his distemper, he
looked a winner all over till within eighty yards from
home, when his Tramp stoutness could avail him no
longer ; and he was fain to finish a fair third to Cad-
land and The Colonel, who made a dead heat of it.
The race took a great deal out of him, and he was
very weak all the summer, and got beat at the turn
of the lands, in the Oatlands. Few could have
guessed that so much racing power lurked under
such an unpromising exterior. He was a lengthy
horse, rather more than fifteen hands, lightly built,
and with very thin thighs. His back ribs were very
good ; but, in addition to a pair of white heels, he
had a very sour countenance, which deeply-sunken
eyes did not tend to light up. The Newmarket
season of 1829 was inaugurated by his victory, with
Sam again on his back, for the Craven Stakes, when
Fleur-de-lis (Pavis) was only beaten by a short head.
The mare ran at a great disadvantage, as she carried

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