The herald., 1895-02-24

Horror and the Wizard, and behlnd
them a beautiful chestnut colt snot out
like meteor. He won the race by
neck from the Wizard, Horror third and
Umpire nowhere.
| must condense this story little. Ten
Brock went along and made money for
years by backing only his own horses, and
then only when they were in good condi-
ton. By 1870 he had dissolved partner
ship with Mr.. Morris and had nearly
$500, 900 to his credit in the bank. He had
married q beautiful English woman sew
eral years his junior. She died in con-
finement and he was nearly crazy over his
bereavement Returning to the United
States, he bought a beautiful place near
Lexington, Ky. on the 'Danville Pike, "
and stocked it with Phaeton, Eclipse and
other horses he had brought from Eng
land. about three years later he married
Mrs. Victor Newcomb, widow OF wealthy
distiller, and from that day he began to
lose all that shrewdness that was his
distinguishing trait. High living had
brought on the gout, and he was so ir-
ritable that his friends began to shun
him. They went to England to live and
INDUCED in no end of extravagances. The
Britishers ate his swell dinners, drank
his wines and then went home to laugh
at his prodigality.
1t was not long until, through his un-
successful turf ventures they found them
selves in a fair way to realize that 'wilful
waste makes woeful want With less
than $780, 900 they returned to America
and located near San Mateo. After six
or seven wears of constant pickering they
separated, and William Ten Brock went
off to live in a cabin by himself, where he
supported himself by writing for the
sporting press. The last time | saw him
was in the street near the Palace Hotel,
on the 9th of June, 1892. He had two
books in his hand that he wanted to sell.
-, <f tow
henge, for which paid him $40. l have
since made over $500 that l never could
have earned without its aid. On the third
day of August man came up to his cabin
to complete a bargain for his furniture
and pictures. He saw a coat lying on
the back of a chair and then looked in
at the open door. Richard Ten Brock
lay on the bed cold and dead at S4 years of
age, without enough money to bury him.
Had he died at go years of age he would
have left an estate of not far from
million.
much to admire in him. When the war
broke out he was IN England. Jeff Davis
knew his military ability, for he was a
West Pointer, and offered him brigade
in the Confederacy. Ten Brock wrote
back that while his sympathies were with
the Southern people, he could not as
man of honor, take up arms against the
Government which had given him what
little education he possessed:
1--WE tarry yet-we are toiling STILL
He's gone and think he fares the best.
He tolled ag inst odds, he struggled uphill,
And he fairly earned his season of rest,
Tears are but idle-bring on the wine;
Let the glasses clash and their red juice flow.
Hol Pledge me death-drink, comrade mine,
To brave man gone where we all must 60"
The second invasion of England was by
NJ. II. Sanford in 1876. He had
n ma n
loved racing purely from the standpoint
of an intelligent sportsman, just as a
bridge between the chivalric temper of
| Clay and Randolph's time and the specu-
lative, commercial horse owner of today.
He went over in 1876, taking with him a
string of horses the head of which was
Preakness, the hero of that wonderful
dead heat at Saratoga, which has never
yet been equaled, and in which the ninth
quarter was the fastest in the entire race.
There were several others in the string
that won a race or two, but the great
brown horse was its champion.
Mr.. Sanford won six or seven races of
little or no importance, and finally got
Preakness into the Brighton Cup at 123
pounds, which so disgruntled the owners
of the other entries that they let him
walk over for it. Mr.. Sanford is under
stood to have lost nearly $4,000 on his
venture. He sold all his horses, and
Preakness became the sire of The Fiddler,
who won three or four good races in Eng
land and two in Germany, where he was
finally sold.
! Next to Sanford came Lorillard, the man
of isms and theories, and yet the pluck
lest and most glorious sportsman. The
honors that surround his manhood's
thrice-told years have fallen on fitting
shoulders. As the only American that
has ever won the Derby, he overtops the
cautious Clay and the picayunish Eaggin
for Itch, o1,o II,
traditional government mule. Lorillard's
first venture was in 1880, when he did
what no other turfman, English, Ameri-
can or anything else, ever did. He won
the Newmarket Handicap, the City and
Suburban and the Great Metropolitan
Stakes, all in one week, and all with his
pretty little son of bennington, Parole,
who is stlll living in honored retirement.
The next year he sent over Duke of
Magenta in the hope of winning either
the Ascot, Goodwood or Doncaster Cup,
but that terrible foggy climate of England
was too much for the Dukes throat, and
he became C confirmed 'roarp'"
In 1881 came what is known in English
racing parlance as 1.-The American year."
for in that year the six most important
3-year-old stakes of England and France
were won by American-bred colts. Mr..
Lorllard had sent over Iroquois as a
yearling in order to have him thoroughly
acclimated, and, as 2-year-old he had
won the Newmarket Plate, the Chesterfield
Stakes at Goodwood and ran Bal Gal to
a head for the rich July Stakes. In the
Two Thousand Guineas OF 1881 he was
beaten a head by Peregrine, but in the
same week walked over for the Burmell
Stakes and beat Lenoxlone for the Ditch
Mile Plate. AT Epson he won the Derby,
beating Peregrine and Tom Moore; won
the st. James Palace Stakes at Ascot in
a common canter and the Prince OF Wales
Stakes in the same week, carry
ing 131 pounds, the heaviest
weight ever carried in that race. AT Dom
caster he won the great St. Leger, and at
Newmarket he won the Newmarket ST.
'Leger, accomplishing what only nine
other horses have accomplished in 112
years, and not one of them started as
often as he did. The next year he was
brought back to America, and is now the
king OF the harem at Belle Meade, near
Nashville, Tenn. The same wear Mr..
James r. Keene of New York, who had
amassed several millions in California
during the bonanza excitement, sent over
two colts, called Foxhall and Don Fulano.
The latter ran third to Peregrine and
lroquois in the 1000 guineas, and was
never afterward heard OF. But Foxhall
proved himself great colt by winning
the Grand Prix de Paris in June, the
Grand Due Michael stakes in September
and the rich Czarevitch and Cambridge
shire handicaps in October, carrying 126
pounds in the latter race, the heaviest
weight ever carried to victory in that race
by three-year-old. The following wear
he carried 126 pounds and won the Ascot
gold cuD in a common canter He ua,