Mr. Stanley carried the Church Temporalities Bill, and the measure for emancipating the West India slaves, having for the latter purpose become Colonial Secretary and a member of the Cabinet. Disapproving of Lord Melbourne's project for still further reducing the Irish Church Establishment, Lord Stanley resigned. He declined to take part in the administration formed by Sir R. Peel in 1834; but having acted in concert with the Conservative opposition for seven years, he accepted the seals of the Colonial Office in 1841, and was summoned to the House of Peers as Baron Stanley of Bickerstaffe in September, 1844. When Sir R. Peel, towards the end of 1845, determined upon repealing the Corn-laws, Lord Stanley retired from the Cabinet, and in 1846 appeared as head of the Protectionist opposition. The resignation of Lord J. Russell in 1851 placed power within the grasp of the Conservatives; but Lord J. Russell was allowed to resume the reins, and after his second resignation in February, 1852, the Conservative chief, who had succeeded his father as fourteenth Earl of Derby, June 30, 1851, accepted the resposibilities of office. After the general election of 1852 Lord Derby, in deference to a vote of the House of Commons hostile to the financial schemes of his Chancellor of the Exchequer, tendered his resignation and resumed the position of leader of the opposition. On the fall of the Coalition Ministry in January, 1855, Lord Derby declined to undertake the duties of government; but he formed his second administration in February, 1858, and the Reform Bill having been rejected on the second reading by a majority of 39, March 31, 1859, appealed to the country. The result of the general election, though favourable to the Conservatives, did not give them the necessary majority, and, having been defeated in the House of Commons on a vote of want of confidence, they resigned June 11, 1859. The fall of Lord Russell's second administration in June, 1866, led to the formation of Lord Derby's third administration, but at length finding it necessary to his health to resign the command of the Tory party, he handed it over to Mr. Disraeli. After the death of the Duke of Wellington in 1852, Lord Derby was elected Chancellar of the University of Oxford, and on the retirement of his second administration was made a Knight of the Garter.-The Men of the Time.

Lord Derby married in 1825 the Honourable Emma Caroline Wilbraham, second daughter of the first Baron Skelmersdale, who survives him, and by whom he leaves issue: Edward Henry, the present earl, born in 1826; Emma Charlotte, born in 1835, and married to the Honourable Wellington Talbot; Frederick Arthur, born in 1841, and married to the Lady Constance Villiers. The present earl is unmarried. -The Peerage.

His mother was the daughter of a clergyman, and he himself began his public life by writing an exposition of the Parables for children. Lord Derby was one of those men who can rarely get beyond what has been instilled into them. It was much the same in the matter of the Corn Laws. He was a handsome likeness of his grandfather, whose love of sport be inherited. This grandfather did not die till 1834, when his grandson was 35 years of age. Is it to be supposed that Lord Derby imbibed nothing from his grandfather but addiction to sport? Nobody more heartily than the celebrated cockfighting Earl joined Fox in his opposition to the Free Trade Schemes of Pitt, who had studied

Adam Smith and was a convert to his views. Fox was dead against the French Commercial Treaty of Pitt, just as Lord Derby was dead against the French Commercial Treaty of Mr. Gladstone. And Lord Derby, therefore, when he resisted the Free Trade proposed by Sir Robert Peel, was but observing the traditions of his house. In 1834, when he resisted the Appropriation Clause, and in 1846, when he refused to join Peel in the repeal of the Corn Laws, he was only proving his incapacity to get beyond the influence of early education. Nothing was more remarkable than the contrast between the man and the orator. In private Lord Derby was playful as a kitten, restless as a child, and one might wonder how such a big boy could ever be a sober statesman. On the other hand, when he got up to speak he was collected and calm, at least as calm as any one can be in the passion of oratory, and there was, with all his boyish glee, an unexpected stateliness and rhythm in his style and fashion of address. Then, again, when he sat downwe are speaking of his earlier days-he would relapse into restlessness, now resting his feet in queer places, perhaps on a table, and now suddedly, as he felt the blow from an adversary, curling them under his seat, and moving about. Be his style, however, what it might, he was the delight of his friends, the terror of his foes, and the admiration of all. He had a strong fighting instinct, and did not much care what odds he had to contend against. He undertook to administer the Government of England on three several occasions with immense majorities against him; his delight in the Iliad, which he translated, was as much because of the din of battle which pervades it as for the grand style in which the battle is described; and his devotion to the Turf was but one more token of his love of contest. Certainly, there was in this brilliant man of many gifts, of rare accomplishments, of splendid lineage, and of immense wealth the very stuff that, conjoined to his own self-confidence, his straightforward style, and his unfailing vivacity, should command submission. Submission was the more readily yielded because his style of command was not arrogant. He was carelessly and naturally playful. To see him in private it often seemed as if he had nothing to do but to be merry. His style was so natural that it became easy to yield to it; and no great party in the present century has yielded such perfect submission for such a length of time to one man as the Tories gave to their splendid chief, who won all the more confidence inasmuch as he never seemed to calculate, but to move straight on with the heroic force of impulse. We have spoken of Lord Derby chiefly as a statesman. But, after all, it is the man-ever brilliant and impulsive-that has most won the admiration of his countrymen. He was a splendid specimen of an Englishman, and whether he was engaged in furious debate with demagogues, or in lowly conversation on religion with little children, or in parley with jockeys, while training Toxophilite, or rendering Homer into English verse, or in stately Latin discourse as the Chancellor of his University, or in joyous talk in a drawing-room among ladies whom he delighted to chaff, or in caring for the needs of Lancashire operatives, there was a force and a fire about him that acted like a spell.-The Times.

Clearly as we can trace such hereditary instincts in certain families, if ever any man should have been a sportsman, or perhaps more properly a turfite, by birthright, this was Lord Derby. The most re

nowned race in the world takes its title for his own, while the companion stake goes alike for its name and its origin to a hunting seat of his fathers. Indeed, for the last century or so, the Earls of Derby have been famous in the field and on the course; although their celebrity as sportsmen has not run in one unbroken line of succession. It would be to the careers of the grandfather and of the grandson that we must turn for that active participation in British pastimes which gave so great an emphasis to their countenance of these pursuits. Theirs was no lukewarm patronage, no mere fulfilment of a duty from force of a position; but they have entered thoroughly into the spirit of the sport they affected, with all that heartiness and vigour which has so long distinguished their House. The old Lord Derby -and he was known as the "old Lord Derby" for some forty years or so-not only stood sponsor to the race, but won it in the eighth year of its establishment with Sir Peter Teazle, the best of Highflyer's sons. But Lord Derby was not famous in the annals of Epsom for Sir Peter alone; for at his box, the Oaks, at Woodmansterne, he kept a pack of staghounds, that were as much the delight of the London division in those days as Squire Heathcote's or the Baron's have been since. The sporting citizens were as familiar with Jonathan and Prosper as they were with the Lord Mayor and his coach-and-six; as in fact, if the hounds hunted the stag, the field hunted Jonathan. But he was invulnerable, at least in the field, whatever Knowsley may have done for him, where, as was said, "more good ale was drunk than in any other servants' hall in England."

And it was in such a school that the education of the then Mr. Stanley was perfected. From his step-grandmother, the famous Miss Farren, the actress, he early caught all that grace and force of style which distinguished him as an orator. By his grandfather's side the future heir rode a-hunting; as his grandfather's companion he strolled through the paddocks and studied the stock of Sir Peter. If Lady Derby taught him elocution, Lord Derby gave him his first taste for racingthe two elements in the lad's disposition which were destined to be most fully developed. Never, perhaps, has there been a more forcible illustration of the tree being inclined as the twig is bent. Still, Mr. Stanley's tastes only settled into certain channels. Despite the example offered by Jonathan Griffin, it is doubtful whether he ever cared much for hunting, although he dearly loved a gallop, and would almost to the last bustle his cob over Malton Wold or Newmarket Heath. And, again, if in early life "always shooting-shooting, eternally shooting," we have seldom if ever seen Lord Derby's name figuring in the list of the great covert days amongst the pheasants, either at Knowsley or elsewhere. In fact, if as a politician he will be chiefly remembered for his eloquence, so as a sportsmanhis repute will be almost altogether identified with the turf.

And it is more than forty years since the name of the Hon. E. G. Stanley first appeared in the Calendar, in his county palatine of Lancaster and at Heaton Park, the seat of Lord Wilton, who fairly blooded the young turfite by winning a match for him. But his progress in this way was not very rapid, and for some seasons subsequently he had scarcely a horse in training. Indeed, it was not until the death of his grandfather in 1834 that Lord Stanley came to take any very active

part on the turf, and then rather as the manager of bis father's horses than directly on his own account. The thirteenth earl lacked the hereditary instinct for sport; he cared far more for his menagerie at Knowsley than for either horses or hounds; and if he still continued to give the countenance of the family to racing, it was more in deference to the tastes of his father and his son than from any inclination of his own for the pursuit. The studs in a word, was virtually Lord Stanley's, who, as Nimrod said of him at this very period, was "likely to do credit to the blood of Sir Peter, as well as to the name he bears." Nevertheless, nothing very extraordinary came of his stewardship, although the names of some of the runners then brought out figure in the Knowsley pedigrees. Amongst others, more or less successful on the Lancashire and Cheshire circuits, were Verbena, Amurath, and Miss Bowe, all of which were retained for the stud. In 1838 Lord Lord Stanley was elected a member of the Jockey Club, of which he was at his decease amongst one of the half-dozen or so of senior members; and very soon after this he took the full responsibility on his own shoulders, and for many years previous to his father's death ran his horses once again in his own name. He made a bold bid for success by sending his string to John Scott-a connection which never was severed until his lordship gave over racing. One of the best of this beginning was the magnificent but early-doomed Ithuriel by Touchstone, on whose performance," writes an enthusiast, "if good looks, immense power, high breeding, and splendid action go for anything, we would have augured better things than are chronicled to his credit in the Racing Calendar." Ithuriel was not in the Derby, but he was a great favourite for the St. Leger, for which, from some mishap, he was scratched on the very eve of the race. Indeed, Lord Derby was curiously unfortunate in the two great races. Strongly of course, as his ambition set in this direction, he never won the Derby, although he had often looked so formidable at Epsom. Of these high hopes, De Clare broke down, Toxophilite ran second, and the heart of Dervish failed him when he came to face that howling wilderness. With the second race here he did better, as he once won the Oaks outright with Iris, a daughter of Ithuriel; while at Doncaster there was nothing but continual disappointment. His famous mare Canezou ran Surplice to a head or so for the St. Leger, and Dervish, Boiardo, and Acrobat lost everything in an impolitic scramble for the great north-country It is a strange thing to record in the career of so honourable a man as Lord Derby, but his horse Acrobat was hooted when he came out and won a race in the same week! Otherwise, putting the Derby and St. Leger out of the question, his lordship's success was very great, and he did far more with a few horses than others could with long strings. Canezou won the Goodwood Cup for him twice over, as well as the Thousand Guineas Stakes; the heavy-shouldered, faulty Fazzoletto won the Two Thousand, and Legerdemain the Cesarewitch. Longbow, Umbriel, and Acrobat put many a good stake to his credit, and Sagitta again carried off the Two Thousand Guinea Stakes for his lordship in 1860. But he had come to tire of racing by this-disrusted, as we fear we must write it, at the condition to which the turf

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gradually come and although he ran a few horses subsequently, ad previously sold the greater part of his stud; while he still re