sneer in the lick-spittle that puts a servile notice of our Turf events into its sneaking columns upon the Sporting of the New World, tell him to look at home, and match the Yankee an he be able.

For the first race Caravan shewed, and won, but his form indicated the care that had been bestowed upon his legs.

Next came the man who has at last found the Philosopher's Stone. John Day upon his proper horse sacked the 300 sovs. Sweepstakes having fifteen subscribers: deducting his own Stake and forfeits being net £2400. This he did with The Drummer, who played the devil's tattoo thereby with the Legs who had betted valorously against him, and laid 2 to 1 on Scroggins.

THE DRAWING ROOM STAKES fell to the lot of the Stable, won by Wisdom, ridden by young Sam, who is a hundred per cent. a neater jock than ever his father was.

Next comes John again, who on Grey Momus wins the LAVANT STAKES, and then Sam again, who on John's Foozool wins the INNKEEPERS' PLATE, and if that be not the trick, it strikes us as something uncommonly like it.

THE GOODWOOD STAKES, worth over a thousand, were won by Mr. Robertson's Lucifer: whatever reasons others may have for speaking disparagingly of the Turf as a speculation, of a verity so far Mr. R. has none. With the exception of Berwickshire (an ungainly beastie and no mistake), he has brought but Olympic and Lucifer to the post, but with his pair of posters he has made a better haul than many who have taken the field with a regiment of cavalry. His horses are admirably brought out by the veteran Forth, and equally well ridden when he contents himself with that well-behaved clever lad Twitchett. Why does he ever put up the clumsy clown that nobody patronizes, save himself, and Mr. Theobald who ought to know better.

THE CUP, which at one period promised to be a splendid affair, went off tamely enough, being also much deteriorated by the conditions for the Shield, a result never contemplated at the time the articles for that great event were framed, no doubt, and shewing how necessary experience is in matters of apparently no difficulty. It was won by Lord Chesterfield's Carew after an indifferent race. Run as it was, it proves one of two things-either that the last Derby was a wretched one, or that the crack, who made so excellent a second for it, was amiss here, inasmuch as Caravan was half a distance behind for this Cup. The journey is a long one to be sure, but then a three-year-old carries a stone less for it than he does for the Derby.

The all-absorbing WATERLOO SHIELD brought out a Field of eighteen, but certainly not such a Field as befitted such a prize. The best in it, to all ordinary apprehension, was Day's Drummer, who had beaten the day but one before Scroggins (second to Elis for the Leger), and now came to the Post receiving fifteen pounds from Slane of his own year. He was first favorite, and very justly so. Certainly Slane had been running more kindly during the season than heretofore, but it was awful odds for an Eclipse to give to anything like a horse of his own class. The winner gave Lucifer a year and 9fb., a tolerable proof that the Goodwood Stakes were not the reward of very extraordinary merit. It will repay such as take an interest in the minutiae of Racing

to go through all the weights, and then to look at their consequences. The victor was Slane, and he won it cleverly. What sort of an exhibition it might have been at weight for age is hard to say; but with all the skill lavished to make a pretty thing of it, the tail reached down the course about as far as the carriages extended. Of all the honorable men who entered the lists for this choice trophy, to none could it more appropriately appertain than the gallant Colonel for whom it is destined. There is not a more popular owner of race-horses on our Turf: we wish him joy and increase of his laurels ; "he wins them well, and may he

wear them long!"

Passing the intermediate Provincial Meetings, we come to the great northern one at DONCASTER. Until after Goodwood the betting upon the Leger was little more than nominal, and even subsequently it was by no means of the character of former years. The result of York was to depreciate the first favorite, Cardinal Puff, and consequently to bring forward a larger field for the bettors round. Still there never were more than a dozen or thereabouts backed bonâ fide at any time preceding the race. The Champagnes, run for at excellent speed, were won with all ease by a fine slapping colt of Lord Chesterfield's, Don Johnanother putative son of Tramp's. This race was fated to have an interest that was but little thought of at the time-it was in all probability the last triumph of the most celebrated jock that the North has perhaps ever had-William Scott. However, he has done enough to satisfy himself in fame and in fortune, and if that don't content him he is harder to be pleased than we are.

THE LEGER for 1837 was a chapter of accidents that left all its former whimsicalities immeasurably behind. It was a game of nine-pins, played upon a dashing scale. In our account of the race it has been seen how they knocked down one another, and the serious result to poor Scott. John Day was down upon his luck, but what of that? there was still a good Day in store for Mango. After the string of casualties, the most remarkable features of the race were the two young jocks, Sam of the South, and R. Heseltine of the North. The riding of the former was quite a chef-d'œuvre. Opposite the Stand there was a close rank of horses running almost abreast, consisting of The Doctor, Abraham Newland, Dardanelles, and Cardinal Puff; behind them was Mango, apparently without a chance unless he could leap the breastwork. Of the manner in which he did get through it, there are different versions. Some say, that The Doctor, having had too strong and recent a dose of the shop, could not stick as firmly to the rank as he ought to have done; in fact, that he became loose: others assert, that, seeing only a forlorn hope remaining, Sam boldly charged the ruck, dashed between The Doctor and Abraham, almost capsized the brace, and sticking in spurs and whalebone kept in front up to the Chair. In either case it shewed a rare presence of mind and extraordinary nerve, as all who know what it is to ride a severe race will admit, and how ill suited to the digestion of any stratagem is the moment of the last fierce rush.

But while he of the South was thus straining every nerve to ensure a victory, what was the young Northern doing to deserve it? In our account of the race there does not appear one single move of the game

made by Slashing Harry. As we were not present, all that we can do is to refer to the published notices of the last Leger, and they certainly exhibit a great supineness in all that relates to a horse at one time so good a favorite for it. When he ran Puff to half a head for the Liverpool Leger, he got the steel and answered it-in fact, that was really a slashing" race. At Doncaster they appear to have "drawn it mild " for him, whether the fact was so or not. With the exception of the contest for the Gold Shield (people are mad about Gold Shields just now), won by Bee's-wing, the rest of the Meeting was all languor and still-life.

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HEATON PARK, though an imposing Turf gala, shews better in the records of the Fashionable World than in the Annals of Racing. The weather was against its last festivities, but the sport was quite first-rate. By some misunderstanding a report got into circulation that Lord Wilton contemplated putting an end to that great Northern Sporting Light. No such idea was ever entertained: not only will it continue to receive the countenance of its present Noble Patron, but we trust it will descend as an heir-loom to his posterity.

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THE OCTOBER MEETINGS AT NEWMARKET were ushered in by delightful summer weather and promises of sport fully realized in their progress. In the first, the quantity and quality of the racing was infinitely superior to that which is expected from it. The Hopeful, with which it opened, was looked upon as over before the horses were stripped. The running of Grey Momus at Goodwood had been quite good enough to authorize the confidence with which he was backed at odds for this event against the Field, strong in numbers as it was. was beaten for it by a length by Saintfoin, who is not in the Derby. He is by St. Patrick out of Mangelwurzel, apropos to which is a singular fact. In the Derby for the present year there is but one solitary nomination by Emilius, and one by St. Patrick! Next came the Grand Duke Michael and the Buckenham Post Produce Stakes, both won with all ease by Lord Exeter. The Wednesday (the second day) had lots of running, among which was the notable Leger, which, during the two last months, has been effecting such a considerable shindy. We conclude it is not necessary to say that Mango won it, neither that the " modus operandi" calls for any further illustration, inasmuch as more unbecoming strife was generated by what was written concerning it at the time it came off, than twenty times as much cause ever gave rise to since we dipped in ink. For the Rutland Stakes (a heavy pull up hill all the way, and the half stone penalty upon him) Anchorite was defeated by a head only, for which he is none the worse.

THE SECOND OCTOBER is always a Meeting of great interest and attraction in consequence of its influential Two-year-old Stakes. After a few Matches and such like, we had the Garden Stakes, for which Velure, a most moderate filly, beat Mango to stock fish, receiving a stone. THE CLEARWELL brought together a good Field, including Grey Momus and Saintfoin. Notwithstanding the Hopeful, the Grey was backed to win this at only 6 to 4 against him; probably the three pounds extra which he carried for that might in the opinion of some have done the mischief, but as the event turned out they attached too much weight to it. For this Colonel Peel ran first and second, winning with

Ion, of whom we have, in the July Meeting, spoken as a colt of much promise. He is thought to be somewhat capricious of temper, but is in form and style of going a racer all over, and nothing else. Momus shewed wretchedly, and is either a most uncertain or a most unaccountable runner. Passing a multitude of excellent races (among which the Oatlands was out and out good—a dead heat, and a display of beautiful riding), we come to the PRENDERGAST, the closing event of the Meeting. Here John Day appeared en Prince with his caravan-and-four, and a nag that astonished the natives. No sooner was he seen, than he was backed at odds against the Field, which he quickly put at rest by winning with all ease by a length. In this race Saintfoin was beaten about half a distance, from which something like a line may be drawn. The winner in this instance is another monstrous fine colt; and, barring accidents, what a Field are we not likely to have for our next Derby!

THE HOUGHTON is rarely productive of any novelty, but may be considered as settling some of the obscurities left by the season which it closes. On its opening day took place a Match which had excited a great deal of interest-that between Colonel Peel's Vulture, four-yearsold, and Grey Momus. It was won by the former, and was perhaps as fine an example of diamond cut diamond as often is seen. All that the spectator could gather from it was, that the Grey was as honest a bit of horse flesh as ever tasted cold iron.

THE CRITERION pitted the winner of the Prendergast against some of the best winners of his year. With all this against him, D'Egville was freely backed at only one point against the Field, including Ion and Anchorite. A race of more than ordinary resolution ended with D'Egville first, Lord Exeter's Ramona filly second, and Ion third. This filly is in the Oaks, and if public running be regarded as a criterion, she looks the best for it we have as yet upon paper. Little else in this Meeting calls for observation, except indeed the Nursery Stakes, which presented rather a novel sight, a lot of two-year-olds to be found in training at Newmarket, with an estimated difference of excellence amounting to two stone, ten pounds! We are not aware whether hazarding an opinion upon a Handicap be a crime punishable by fine and imprisonment, but if the Galleys stared us in the face we could not help hinting, with all consideration, that Captain Fairlie might, without being considered unreasonably fastidious, growl a little at the 8st. 10fb. awarded against his Hydra. Of course he was last, and we were going to say sarve him right."

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With the HOUGHTON ends all the prospective interest of the season, and would terminate our business with it, but that a few gratifying notices remain unsaid, and good things are too scarce to be wilfully passed without observation.

While we lament the loss which the Turf has experienced in two such Patrons as the Earl of Egremont and Sir Mark Wood, we cannot but be grateful for the accessions which it has received. Lord Milton is forming a Stud in the North, while in the South we have Lord Suffield coming out with great strength, and the Duke of Richmond returning like "a giant refreshed." It is very probable too that Petworth will not be lost to the Turf, as it is reported that Colonel Wyndham has already taken steps for restoring the princely training establishment

for which it was once renowned. All this is cheering, and a glance at the nominations for the Great Stakes, to use a trite, but expressive saying, is positively "good for sore eyes." Matches too are in a fair way to return to the fashion which they once possessed; and though we have nothing on the tapis like Jonathan's five thousand pounders, we have plenty of materiel towards the promotion of popular amusement, and the encouragement of the breeder; and the legitimate purpose of Racing requires nothing more.

Among the recent accessions to the Turf we have omitted a name which stands at the top of the tree for the leading event of the approaching season, and which did not prominently appear during that which is past-we allude to that of Lord George Bentinck. Whether his Lordship was, as the general impression went, a proprietor of race-horses on a large scale for some time past, or whether he was not, during the season just terminated, he was a munificent benefactor to the cause of Racing, and for that reason he has our good wishes for his future career. He has the reputation of being one of the best judges of all the economy of the Turf of the present day; so far there is fair augury of his success; and let him only tread in the path so long pursued by his father, and he will ensure that esteem and respect which, far more than the Ducal Coronet, sheds dignity and reverence on the honored Chief of the House of Bentinck.

SHARP PRACTICE.-TOMMY LYE AND JOHN HOLMES.

VOLITATION being the watch-word of the age, it is not much to be wondered at that our crack riders, when on the move, like to be "there or thereabouts." At the late Caledonian Meeting, Lye, on the Wednesday, rode and won twice; and on the following day, Thursday, he rode and won at Northallerton, in Yorkshire, the distance from Musselburgh to which is 170 miles. - At the same Northallerton Meeting, John Holmes, whose riding as well as his appearance is of the first character, rode Appleton Lad for the Produce Stakes, and won it. He left Northallerton at six o'clock that evening, and on Monday following rode and won the Kirwans (the Irish Oatlands) with Mr. Fergusson's celebrated ch. colt Harkaway, by EconomistRed Post, Home-on the Curragh of Kildare. Mr. Fergusson has, it is currently said, refused 4000 gs. for Harkaway, who, as a three-yearold, has won eleven times this year, and was never but once beaten, when he fell. It is said he is to shew a leg at Liverpool July next year. On Saturday, October the 20th, Holmes, on this extraordinary colt, won the Royal Whip presented to the Turf Club by George the Fourth, with a Hundred Guineas continued by Her Majesty the Queen, weight for age-four miles-three-year-olds, 9st. 4lb. The betting was 10 to 1 on Harkaway, who walked past the winning-post. Lord Miltown took 1000 to 20 that Harkaway won by two hundred yards, and walked in : his Lordship and Harkaway won.

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