to make such an assertion. Thus it became palpable to the layer that he had been "done;" and he denounced the "layee" to the stewards. Mr. Somers, being called upon in the ring to appear and defend his cause, not answering, Wakefield treated it as decided "by default;" and lifted up his voice, to the effect that he wouldn't fork the fraction of a farthing quoad the Harkaway "do." These were, as faithfully as I can detail them, the circumstances of the case announced to have been submitted to the stewards of the Jockey Club, for them to say whether a bet so made should stand or fall. The issue, according to my view of it, was, in fact, whether honour was, or was not, to be the basis of racing engagements. When the investigation was entered upon, it is stated that M'Donough was produced, to prove that the bet was not made at all at Chichester (nor, consequently, under the circumstances alleged), but on the race-course, on Wednesday afternoon. Mr. Wakefield subsequently brought forward several gentlemen, who deposed to the direct reverse; and declared, that they were present when the wager was laid as stated by Wakefield. Thus appeared the question before the stewards of the Jockey Club; and their decision was, that Mr. Wakefield should pay one-half of the amount claimed by Mr. Somers! Surely here was a result, conceived probably in a kind spirit, the very antipodes of that attributed to charity, for it "cursed him that gave, and him that received." How to account for it passes my understanding; unless that, as but two stewards sat in judgment, one wishing to go the whole hog, the other only a portion of the animal, they finally agreed to stand the moiety.

That the logic of this decision may the better be understood, I will illustrate it; and take leave of the subject, with a short allegory, not quite so fictitious as it may seem. A man, charged with murder, was tried before two Judges learned in the law, Baron A― and Mr. Justice B. When the evidence was concluded, the Baron, whispering his colleague, said, "Brother B, the case is a clear one; I shall charge for a conviction."-"I don't think so, brother Areplied the Justice, "there is not an iota of proof against him-charge for an acquittal."-" Brother B," rejoined the big wig, "I shall do as I have said; but as you are of opinion that the prisoner is innocent, should the Jury find him guilty, I'll split the difference with you, and sentence him to be hanged till he's half dead."

TATTERSALL'S LIST.

BETTINGS FOR OCTOBER.

THE Occurrence of three meetings at Newmarket, during the month of October, almost annihilated business at Hyde-park Corner; and the little that was done, related principally to the events then pendingthe great Two-year-old Stakes, and the Cesarewitch and Cambridgeshire Handicaps. As the odds upon those events are given in our Turf Register, with the accounts of the races themselves, it is unnecessary to recapitulate them here. We subjoin the little town betting

that has been done during the past month on the Derby; the daily fluctuations at Newmarket it is not thought necessary to quote.

CHARLES THE TWELFTH, a brown colt, was bred in 1836 by Major Yarburgh, of Haslington Hall, near York. He was got by Voltaire (son of Blacklock), out of the Prime Minister mare, bred in 1818, by Mr. Yarburgh (the dam of Laurel, by Blacklock), her dam by Orville, out of Miss Grimstone, by Weazel-Ancaster-Damascus ArabianSampson-Oroonoko-sister to Mirza.

Charles the Twelfth first appeared as a three-year-old, at the Liverpool July Meeting, where, at 6 st. 6 lb., he won the Tradesmen's Cup, beating St. Bennet, 8 st. 5 lb., second, and a field of fourteen others (containing many of the best horses in England) not placed. His next race was for the Great Doncaster St. Leger, which he won by a head, after a dead heat with Euclid, beating off a field of twelve others. The day but one after, he won the Doncaster Gold Cup, beating Lanercost by a head, Bee's-wing, and Compensation: he has not started since. A more racing-like colt never stripped; and when Mr. Charles Hancock (who went to Doncaster especially to paint the winner of the St. Leger for this work) accompanied us to look at him, after the dead heat, and asked our opinion, the answer was, "in painting him you certainly cannot err by making him too handsome." We rarely commit the impertinence of crying up our own wares; but justice to the painter urges us to offer our unqualified tribute to the taste and fidelity of his portrait: we leave to our readers to decide whether the engraver has not accomplished his task in a manner that does credit to himself, and the work on which he is employed.

A HUNTING TOUR IN THE MIDLAND COUNTIES.

BY NIMROD.

THE MILTON HUNT: THE CAMBRIDGESHIRE FOXHOUNDS.

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WEDNESDAY, April 10th.-This not being a hunting day, Mr. Shafto and myself rode to Milton, the seat of Lord Fitzwilliam, distance somewhat over fifteen miles. As we went almost all the way across the country, I had an opportunity of forming a pretty correct idea of a great part of that hunted by Lord Fitzwilliam, and of satisfying myself that it is as good as I have been accustomed to hear it represented to be. It has, in many parts of the parishes I passed through, one of the peculiar characteristics of a fox-hunting country, and that is its wildness, notwithstanding cultivation, none of it being deficient in that respect. Sawtry Gorse, for example, at the top of Gidden Field! The world cannot shew a finer spot for a fox to break before hounds, go which way he may; but, should he put his head straight across the field, he would afford the best recipe to cure a run-away horse that any country could produce. Mr. Shafto also pointed out to me Bark's Gorse, near Milton, from which a fox shewed an extraordinary run in the course of the last season: it was twenty miles endways!

On our arrival at Milton, we found that the Earl and his two sons, Lord Milton and the Hon. George Fitzwilliam, were gone to Peterborough to attend the annual agricultural show, and, afterwards, the dinner; for, in England, nothing of this sort can be conducted with dry lips. The intimacy, however, subsisting between the Fitzwilliam family and Mr. Shafto, enabled him to shew me all the "lions" of the place, and our first move was to the kennel; and it having so happened that Lord Fitzwilliam's is one of the few well-established, and equally celebrated packs that I had not already seen and hunted with, coupled with the circumstance of my not having seen Sebright, their huntsman, since he lived as whipper-in with Mr. Osbaldeston, I approached it with feelings and expectations not a little excited.

We found Sebright at his post, having just brought his hounds into the kennel from their walk in the park after feeding-not, perhaps, the most desirable moment for the inspection of them for the first time. But it is not in the power of a full belly, or its natural effect on the animal spirits, to disguise the high form of Lord Fitzwilliam's hounds, in the eyes of any one who knows good shape from bad. I was greatly pleased with their appearance, as well as struck with the vastness of their power-condensed in not a very large body, their standard height appearing to me to be not beyond twenty-three inches for dogs, and twenty-one for bitches. But, independently of their bone, the shortness of their legs, for hounds of this standard, surprised me; and a great point is it, for hounds hunting so strong a country as that which they hunt, and where their locality subjects them to desperately long days. Many is the night in each season, I am informed, in which the clock strikes nine ere they are at home and fed after hunting, which, of course, implies their having long distances