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and whiskers beginning to be slightly foxy, dressed in a grey inezc
suit, at length cast his eye upon him, and asked if his friend might
be allowed to throw his leg across him. Permission was of course
eranted ; and scarcely were they clear of the town, when John
Elmore — for it was no other than the great hunter-dealer — sceii^ a
nice post and rails, said, * Put him over there, Newcomb/ ihc
person thus addressed did as he was desired ; and he soon discovered
that, although the colt was as green as grass, in the figurative but
forcible language of a sporting nobleman, he ^ could jump from H—
* to Hackney.' Upon their return to the fair, John Elmore, after
some haggling, bought for 120/. what afterwards turned out to be
the best horse that ever looked through a bridle. In due course the
colt was brought to Mr. Elmore's pretty farm at Uxendon, near
Harrow-on-the-Hill, where his education over a country was com-
menced ; and he took a great deal of making. At that period, on
the north-west side of Notting Hill — a spot now covered with squares
and residences, and well termed Asia Minor, from the number of
old Indians who there reside — was situated the Hippodrome race
and steeple-chase course. A little further on, near Kensall New
Town, but equally covered at the present time with brick and
mortar, lay Paddy Jackson's hunting-grounds. At these two places
of sport dailv matches were run, both over the flat and over the
country ; and, as a proof of the frequency of their occurrence, I
may state that, in the course of one season, mr. Stevenson's chesnut
gelding. True Blue, by Jujube, earned for his owner 150/. in stakes
of one, two, and three pounds ! Wherever fun was goine on, of course
John Elmore was to be found ; but the running of his brown colt
was far from satisfactory, his best performance being a dead-heat
in a steeple-chase match with Mr. Walker's Columbine. The latter
was a strong chesnut mare, and a good hunter, and, when Lottcrf
began to make a noise in the world, was sold, upon the strength of
this performance, to the Marquis ofWaterford for 300/. Lottery
also ran at Finchley without success, foiling when making one of
his extravagant jumps into a lane. But there was a good time
coming for all parties concerned in him, as we shall see. Some
four miles across the country from Uxendon was Air. John Til-
bury's farm, the Dove House, near Pinner, where the yoadM
James Mason then lived. It was a pretty line for a lark, with the



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little Kenton brook meandering half way, to be jumped } and Jem
Mason, when schooling some of Tilbury's new purchases, was
constantly going over to neighbour Elmore. Whether the pretty
eyes of Miss Elmore had anything to do with these frequent visits,
subsequent events seem to render more than probable. John
Elmore was not slow in perceiving the merits of the young horse-
man ) and at that time he was in sad want of a jockey. His eldest
son, Henry, was hard enough, but a very poor performer in the
saddle : his son George, afterwards a first-rate man, was scarcely out
of the nursery ; and old Dan SeSert's hands were still perfection,
but his nerves were considerably the worse for years and gin and
water. In addition to Lottery, John Elmore was possessed of a
yellow bay horse, called The Yellow Dwarf, a long-necked, weak
beast, and a determined puller. This horse had the reputation of
being the biggest jumper in England, and, as such, was brought to
the cover side in Leicestershire to be shown to the Marquis of
Waterford, when the following conversation took place. — 'Well,

* what do you want for him ?' — * Three hundred guineas, my Lord.'

* Well, jump him over that gate.' — ' I wouldn't do it for five
^ hundred guineas, my Lord.' ' Oh ! you are a coward ^ get off.'
So the Marquis rode him over the 'gate himself, bought him, and
entered him for the Aylesbury Steeple-chase. There the horse tried
to fly a double, and laid for dead ; and after two more attempts, at
Leamington and Northampton, the Marquis got sick of the beast,
and The Yellow Dwarf came into John Elmore's possession.
Satisfied there was more than met the general eye about the Dwarf,
Jem Mason had a powerful curb-bridle made purposely for him, and
in that tackle he pretty well swept the Home circuit, winning at
St. Albans, Ware, and twice at Jackson's Ground. AH this time
Jem was completing the education of the young brown horse, the
key to whose mouth he soon found, and he always afterwards rode him
in a double-reined snaffle and martingale, a bridle that suited him ex*
actly. And many a time and oft might the pair have been seen starting
from Uxendon Farm for a lark, to Finchley in the one direction, or
to Poll Hill in the other, with John Elmore galloping upon his
pony down the lanes, hallooing and cheering them on, or sometimes
screaming out, ^ Ah, you're becoming a regular tailor !'

In the mean time, and during the preceding twelve months,
Lottery had thickened and furnished considerably j but, although he
had carried Mason brilliantly with Mr. Anderson's stag-hounds, he
was not considered a very stout horse as a hunter. His first per-
formance in the steeple-chase line, with Jem upon his back, was in
1838, at St. Albans, where it was a pity to have run him, for the
horse was dead amiss ; indeed, a fortnight before he was all but dead,
but John Elmore always would have a run for his money, and so
there was no keeping him in the stable. The line was a light one,
and Bill Bean, upon Mr. Anderson's beautiful chesnut mare, Laura,
made strong running for The Performer ; and at the finish. Lottery,
Midnight, and The Performer charged the last fence abreast ; but m

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the run-in want of condition told its tale. After the race, Jem asserted
that his horse could beat any of that lot if he was only well. His
words were verified in less than two months ; for, upon the breaking
up of a hard frost, the Metropolitan Steeple- chase came off at Bamet.
The ground was as deep as that country alone can be. It is need-
less to describe the race ; so I will only say that The Performer fell
dead-beat at the last fence ; and Lottery won so ridiculously easy
that, after passing between the winning flags, Jem galloped on and
jumped the bullock-rails, upon the hill where the fair is held, on his
way to the weighing-place. Jem afterwards wound up the season
by winning with Lottery the Daventry Steeple-chase, beating Capt.
iJecher upon the celebrated Vivian, and several others.

The next year, 1839, Lottery was sent to Mr. George Dockeray,
at Epsom, to be trained for the Grand National Steeple-chase at
Liverpool ; and that experienced trainer soon had to report that
none of his thorough-bred ones could get away from him. And one
anecdote about him, which I have never seen in print, I must be
excused for giving : —

At Liverpool, the night before the race. Josh Anderson, the
singer, got on upon good terms, in a somewhat singular manner.
He had sung to the company at *The Waterloo,' in his very best
style, * Farewell, my trim-built wherry ;' but, upon being encored, he
refused to sing again unless some one would lay him the odds of
lOoL to 10/. against Lottery, which, for the sake of another song,
he was accommodated with. At the end of the first two miles,
fronting the Grand Stand, when they came to the five-foot stone
wall, very few were left in. Charity, who was leading, refused it;
and Railroad went close up to it, making a buck-jump, and
striking it with his hind-legs,* cleared it beautifully. Lottery and
The Nun followed, the former taking a tremendous flying jump,
enough to have cleared a fair brook on either side. The Nun
was scarcely so fortunate, she nearly unshipping her rider, Allan
McDonogh. At the finish, as soon as Mason thought fit to set his
horse going, the race was never in doubt. So fresh, indeed, was
Lottery, that over the hurdles placed across the run home, he cleared
the enormous distance of 33 feet! Seventy-four was second;
Pauline third, and True Blue founh — the two last-named being the
great champions of the Hippodrome and Jackson's Ground, where
twelve months previously they could have given Lottery almost any
weight. .

During the course of the same season, Lottery won at Maidstone,
Cheltenham, and Stratford-on-Avon ; and, although he was not suc-
cessful at Leamigton, his performance was an extraordinary one, as
I shall show. The ground was very heavy, and Lottery made all
the running, and the further he went, the further the others were
beaten. Unfortunately, two fields from home. Mason went the
wrong side of a flag, and had to retrace his steps, and then was only
beaten by a head ; and all admitted that, had he to have gone a little
further, he must have won.

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His next great performance was at Dunchurch, when
Lord Chesterfield and a large party who were hunting from
the Dun Cow, were present. Among others came Ginger
Stubbs upon a wonderful jumper, The Alhambra. *I wants
• five shillin,* says the countryman at the gate of the winning field.
*• May I jump it ?' says Ginger. ' Ees,' says the yokel, little think-
ing that he would be taken at his word. Ginger backed his horse
across the road, and nipped over the gate, to the great astonishment
of the spectators. Dealing only with the salient points of each con-
test, I should remark that from the winning field Lottery and The
Nun alone were in sight. The latter, the property of Lord Mac-
donald, was a thorough-bred mare by Catton, the winner of several
flat races and steeple-chases, and was ridden by William M'Donogh,
alias The Blazer, alias Ould Muck, and who was, next to Tom
Ferguson, the best horseman in Ireland. The winning field was
deep ridge and furrow, and Jem Mason's quick eye to a country told
him that by jumping some high post and rails, two fields distant, he
should be enabled to ride straight up the ridge. This he did, and as
M*Donogh did not like to follow with The Nun, who was rather a
slovenly fencer, the mare had to come floundering across the ridge
and furrow in the last field, and was beaten in a canter. At the
further end of the course was a ploughed field, which Mason trotted
over. After the race Allan M'Donogh, who had ridden one of his
own horses in it, said, * Indeed Lottery must be the best horse in
* the world, for he could trot faster than any of the rest of us could
^ gallop.'

Lottery, for the next year's Liverpool, it will be recollected, had a
host of friends, but he was not destined to repeat his victory ; but
under the circumstances of the case, if he was beaten, he was not
disgraced. It would seem that Mr. Power, who rode his own norse
Valentine in the race, had betted a large sum that he would be first
over the stone wall, which had been lowered ten inches since the
previous year. He consequently took the field along at such a pace
that they all came blown to it, and four of the best horses, including
Lottery and The Nun, tumbled over it together, and were at once
out of the race. The Nun never recovered this accident, and
Lottery was a good deal shaken. During the season 1 839- 1840
Lottery had won The Metropolitan, Dunchurch, Leamington, North-
ampton, Cheltenham (carrying 17 lb. extra, over a light country
and stone walls), and Stratford-on-Avon Steeple-chases. And poor
Mrs. Elmore used to say that she was quite ashamed of going about
and carrying away the money from every place.

So high, in feet, did Lottery's name now stand, that in a sweep-
stakes of 100 sovs. each, got up at Horncastle, the conditions cx-
fressly stated that it was open for all horses except Mr. Elmore's
lOttery. These repeated successes led to the imposition of heavy
penalties upon Lottery, and the commencement of the handicap
system in steeple-chasing — so much, that in the next two seasons he
was only enabled to score as many wins, viz., at Newport Pagnell,

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where, bowever, he beat the celebrated Gay Lad, and at Romford.
Tbe o4d horse was beginning to show weakness, but John Elooore
was determined that he should leave off a winner, and effected his
purpose at Windsor, on the 8th of April, 1844. After this be was
ridden as a hack by Mr. George Dockerav, with whom he was a
prodigious favourite ; and he ultimately ended his days in the cart
team of Mr. Henry Hall, of Neasdon, a neighbour of Mr, £lmore%
to whom he had lent him*

And so ended * the best horse that ever looked through a bridle,'
combining as he did speed, stoutness, ability to go through dirt, and
to carry weight, extraordbary power of jumping, and quickness ow
his fences, and in getting off again when over. His skin is pre-
served by Mr. Edmund Tattersall, and the recollection of his feats
by every sportsman who was fortunate enough to witness them.
* We ne'er shall look upon his like again.'



THE DUC DE MORNY.



France, political, social, agricultural, and, before and above all,
sporting, has gone into mourning for a great loss.

Not many weeks ago we planned to give our readers a fresh
portrait in our Gallery of Living Sportsmen. The arrangements
were made for what was considered naturally a flattering compli-
ment — a portrait and a biographical sketch equally from life. ' £«/
then coma death ;* and so we are reduced to the faint repetidon of
effaced outlines, and to the cold record of departed worth. The
Due de Morny, the best sportsman in France, has ^ gone hence '
since we last appeared. We may leave the other sections of society
affected by his death to mourn his loss, joining with them in the
grief for one so well known to us and to our readers, and chiefly in

* Baily ' write in praise of the Due de Morny from a sporting point
of view. I say chiefly, not entirely, fpr how pass over the grandest
records of a hfe i — bravery, fidelity, courage, tact, and its eflPects,
conciliation and general popularity ? When we write of sponsmen
we wish always to make them the best sportsmen j but we also wish
to show, which is as evident as a Leicestershire steeple, that the
best men out hunting have been often the best men in politics and
diplomacy, in arts, in arms. Mr. Whyte Melville has said there
must be something of a poet in any one who goes well across a
country. Something of a poet, something of a statesman, something
of a diplomatist, and much of a gentleman, is, we think, to be found
in every true lover of pure field sports. The subject of our sketch
combined all these qualities.

Charles Augustus Louis Joseph, Due de Morny, was born in
Paris 23rd October, 181 1, and was educated both for *arts and

* arms.' If we are not deceived, he succeeded at a very early age in
those ^ arts ' which are as seldom learned as taught m colleges or
lyc^es, but which, when learned in youth, make success much
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Then came the soldier's career, a campa^ in Africa, where
M. de Morny was extremely distinguished. He w» tererely
wounded under the walls of Uonstantme, and saved his general's
life; was gazetted, in fact, for * distbguished service/ Then he
left the army, and then the intrepid pluck which later caused the
Due to back many a horse carried him through the speculations of
peace, the difficulties of revolution, and then placed him in a position
so remarkable, that it belongs more to histonr than to 'Baily/
Great appreciation of circumstance, great confidence in self, cool
courage, above all, fsith in his mission, success, and the final result,
a great position in a great empire, which he had assisted to raise.

So much, at least, we must say before we can begin the mere
sporting memoirs of the Due de Morny.

The history of sport and sportsmen is nothing without com-
parison with tne past. Sport and sportsmen in England have their
traditions, their family records, and their published annals. In en-
deavouring, therefore, to write this brief * Sporting Memoir * of the
late Due de Morny, we must ask indulgence for want of details by
pleading the want of ^ authorities,' while we must not forget to point
out how very recent the date of any sporting career in France must
necessarily be. Sport is still in its infency in France. Only a very
few years since hunting was a thing of ^ piqueurs ' and long-winding
and long-winded horns. Shooting is a still more recent importation,
I mean shooting a rjnglaise. Racing is older, but that which is
now an institution, was, within the memory of men who yet assert
their claim to a share in the dissipations of youth, a mere amusement
of the few.

Like many other improvements, real racing dates from the dawn
of that second empire to the erection of which the subject of our
memoir lent such an able hand. From very early youth M. de
Morny showed his love for racing and shared in the amusement
when it was in a very crude state.

To steeple-chasing he was ever partial, riding his own and other
people's horses 5 though few ' good things ' are remembered as being

* brought off.' The Due, by no means a fine horseman, yet rode
with that determined boldness and entire coolness which have served
him since in ' difficulties ' even worse to get over than the biggest

* obstacles ' ever composed on a French steeple-chase course.
He was, in the zenith of life and pluck, riding steeple-chases in those
old times when Captain William Peel, on Culverthorpe, was as-
tonishing sporting France by the way he rode overy and poor Sir
William Don — I had nearly written ' Billy ' — by the way he rode at
fences of all descriptions. The Due was a good second in one of
the first great cross country events contested at the Croix de
Berny.

This seems to have been the beginning of what for years we must
consider a most unlucky racing career. As Lord George Bentinck
devoted years of his valuable life without once carrying ofF the great
objects of his ambition, so Captain de Morny raced on for season

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after season ^ always finding that he had an antagonist whose horse,
to use the expression of an old trainer, * if he did not go faster arrived

* there first/

An intimate friend of the Due d'Orleans and of that father of the
French turf, Lord Henry Seymour, he was admitted, not into a
confederacy, but allowed to train his horses in the stable of the
latter. Success does not seem to have followed this promodoa.
Then the Due tried several trainers on his own account, who came
in the following order of succession, each, I regret to say, omitting
to bring that ^ luck,' which, in racing stables at least, is equal to, S
not better, than * riches/

Hurst was the first private trainer whom M. de Momy employed
in real earnest. The result was, I fear, some * good seconds ' and
a great many ' not placed.* To Hurst succeeded I'Anson, but, as it
seems, with no change of that bad fortune which followed M. de
Morny, just as for years it followed Lord Glasgow. Then Smith,
known in Paris as ^ Running Rein' Smith, took up the running, and
with the same result. We are now coming down to days in the
memory of racing men still living, and we know that sometimes that
career is brief. Up to this time M. de Morny had had but few
horses of any note. Diamant was a sweet horse, and promised
great things, but his temper got so bad that, to use the expression
of his trainer, ' He hated us, and we hated him, so we sent him

* steeple-chasing, confound him !*

Good fortune, we have heard, palls on a man. We do not know,
and so cannot say, but certainly misfortune does.

* You have no chance, de Morny,* said a friend. * Yes,' replied
the Due, ^ I have, only unhappily it is mischance.' So he changed
his trainer.

Luck dawned with Jennings. Noelie, Partisan, Gedeon — who
was really a good horse, but broke down at Chantilly one day when
the money was rather ' piled ' on him— and other useful animals,
came to the rescue. And although the Due never succeeded in
carrying off a great prize — mind, we do not say a great stake with
bets — we are enabled to give rather a startling fact as the result
of the change of luck and trainer. In 1863 the stable of M. de
Morny was credited by the Wetherby of Paris exactly 70,000 francs
(2,800/.); in 1864 the balance to the good was 240,000 francs
(9,600/.), no bad 'win* for a stable which had had no great cele-
brity, and had not carried off one of the great stakes of the year.

At the conclusion of last season the Due de Morny was in a vein
of luck which, if it had continued another year, would have erased
many thousands now written to the ' bad ' in the ledgers of M.
Grandhomme, that most courteous of racing authorities. It was
reserved for the Due, Jennings, and Perle, to ' bring off* a good
thing in Paris, about which thev wagered 40 to i. We heard the
mare backed, and not having Sacked her ourselves, remember it
well.

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* Have you a chance?' asked a friend of Jennings as he went out
with his horses.

* Chance ! sure !* replied the trainer, and the friend, backing
the wrong horse and seeing the De Morny colours in front, went
his way rejoicing. He did not rejoice next day when he learned
the truth at Mr. Jones's on the Boulevard.

The stud is to be sold by auction on the 8th April. I have a
letter before me now which says, * Never stud promised better : not

* only are the aged horses good, but the two and threes magnificent.

* We anticipated a great season.'

The Due backed his horses liberally when he had a chance, and
stood Bayard for last year's Cambridgeshire for a large stake, taking
4,oooZ. to 40Z. in one bet, and continuing for some hours of ^ tele*
graph.' Out of the seven entries which by his death ' lapse ' in the
Grand Prix de Paris, M. de Morny fancied two very much, they
were Moniteur and Plutus. When they ran he always backed them,
and on one occasion at least he stood them each lOoZ.

The Due de Morny purchased West Australian ; and his breed-
ing establishment is one of the dories of France. He trained at
Chantilly, and had a superb breeding and supplemental training esta-
blishment at La Morlaye. There, as the readers of * Baily ' know,
was to be seen some of the best blood in Europe.

The Due had also property at Deauville, by Trouville — the
Brighton of Paris, lately created by the Due and an English con-
federate. At Deauville the Due naturally established races.

This season was to have seen the first race for a two-year old
stake, to have been called the * Premier Pas.' The stewards were
very anxious to change the name of the race to the ' De Morny
Stakes,' but feared to aggravate the grief of Madame de Morny by
thus so early parading the name. This came to the Duchess's
knowledge, and she at once said that it was flattering to her hus^
band's memory, and therefore to her.

We have thus concluded our brief sketch of an honourable racing
career, but M. de Morny was not onlv a sportsman but a farmer.
He bred stock, fatted beasts, and had nis fair share of the modern
established prizes — the * orders ' and * decorations ' of agricultural
life.

Socially he was charming. It is a brief but expressive epithet —

* charming.*

The wit which struck that archcritic Talleyrand, when he saw
de Morny as a boy, * grew with his growth, and strengthened with
his strength.' The intellect which had during ^ the day ruled
over the stormy passions of a parliament, could unbend to fascina-
tion in a boudoir, and descend to witty talk at a club.

The Due was essentially a club man — a member of * L'Union,'
*The Jockey Club,' the ^ Cercle Imperial,' the ' Chemins de

* Fcr * (of which he was president), &c. The * Jockey Club ' was
perhaps his ' weakness.' Busy from morning to night with angry
politicians, eager suitors, daring speculators, anxious trainers, yet
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a longer time after the theatre — there the acute man of business be-
came the pleasant companion, talking to everybody, and amuang
everjrbody. I should mention, too, that ever^ shade of political
opinion is to be found in that Jockey Club — with every shade the
Due was popular.

Of the theatre the Due was a great patron, as well, indeed, he
might be, for he vms both a composer and an author. Several of



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