Further Races
Aristides, again ridden by Oliver Lewis, came in second in the Belmont Stakes, the race that today is the third race in the triple crown of American thoroughbred horse racing. He also took the Jerome Handicap, the Withers Stakes, the Breckinridge (beating the great Tom Ochiltree), and won a match race over another great, Ten Broeck. He came in second in the Thespian Stakes and the Ocean Hotel Stakes and was third in the Travers Stakes.
All in all, Aristides raced twenty one times with nine Wins, five Places, and one Show. His career earnings were $18,325, a considerable sum at the time.
In 1875, he was the American Champion Three Year Old Male.
Aristides died on June 21, 1893. In 1988, the Aristides Stakes was inaugurated at Churchill Downs to honor him. A life-sized bronze statue of Aristides by Carl Regutti stands in the Clubhouse Gardens as a memorial.
| Sire Leamington 1853 |
Faugh-a-Ballagh
1841 |
Sir Hercules | Whalebone |
|---|---|---|---|
| Peri | |||
| Guiccioli | Bob Booty | ||
| Flight | |||
| Pantaloon Mare
1841 |
Pantaloon | Castrel | |
| Idalia | |||
| Daphne | Laurel | ||
| Maid Of Honor | |||
| Dam Sarong 1867 |
Lexington
1850 |
Boston | Timoleon |
| Florizel Mare | |||
| Alice Carneal | Sarpedon | ||
| Rowena | |||
| Greek Slave
1855 |
Glencoe | Sultan | |
| Trampoline | |||
| Margaret Hunter | Margrave | ||
| Mary Hunt |
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