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"There he sat, and, as I thought, expounding the law and the prophets, until on drawing a little nearer, I found he was only expatiating on the merits of a brown horse." —BRACEBRIDGE HALL.

WAY BILL:-Mems of The Month-Mr. Studd-Deaths of Colsterdale and

Orlando-Sales--Statistics of the Turf-Billiards-Hunting-Rowing-Meet.

ings of the Month--A Review of Greyhound Cracks. “Ne have nothing but blossoms, sir, in Devonshire," said one gen

W ,

In one

and the latter, whose nose is exuberant all the

year round with


blos. soms, felt its warm tip, and said, with a half-sigh, " that it was most remarkable.” And so it is. Weather-profits and wild-geese, and the Illustrated News have alike proved sorry augurs. The only tip which has come off correct, has been the one which settled the election majority at from 100 to 120. Of the elections it may be observed, that almost invariably the party which led at 10 o'clock won the day, and that when the tide of war suddenly changed, after one, and the waiting horse came up and won, there has been an election petition. of these it will, it is said, be proved that a too excitable horse-dealer bet some hundreds of the free and independent" a sovereign each that the candidate he wished to get in would'nt. They “ tumbled to it" at once, brought him in, and won their sovereign. Perhaps the most facetious mob business was in Southwark. The opposite party were the majority in the room, and the respected vicar, instead of delivering a jeremiad on the fall of the Irish church, found himself virtually in the chair at an harmonic meeting of The Lively Codgers. A big drum was brought in, and several extempore parodies and national airs were sung, ending with “ We'll hang Howard Morgan on a sour-apple tree.But all these Saturnalia are ended, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer (who is said, at Oxford, to have lost his first class in mathematics by rubbing out his calculations with his nose, owing to shortsightedness), has retired to digest his turkey and his figures, for the latter of which the people will feel no great appetite, when they do

After the grievous crackers which have been invented about him for many week's back, and which have all returned void to their inventors, the Premier looks as fit as man can do, and ready for any amount of strong work. Earl Cork, of course, takes the Buck Hounds, and they talk of a testimonial to Earl Colville—a very bad precedent, to say the least of it. Of the dog shows we are absolutely weary, and we never went near the Birmingham. The same names appear so often in the judge's lists, and correspondents do quarrel so fearfully in Tho Field, that one heartily wishes that they were done with. There will be a Hound Show at Manchester, in connection with the Royal Show, and such heavy and light-weight hunters as their owners may chose to enter will have six £10 Cups to try for, over hurdles and water, in a paddock near the building. The giant is beginning to crack nuts at last. At Beverley there will, most probably, be a hound show, and the inhabitants will, we hear, give £50 if it is held inside


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the yard, free of extra charge. The Holderness as usual has been showing about the finest sport of any, and even Mr. Hall thinks he never rode in a faster thing than one they had this month over the wolds from Londesboro' Wood. The owners of blank covers, or at least two of them, have, it is siid, promised amendment in earnest. The ladies

ke it up, for what is become of hunt-balls and lawn-meets, all over the country, if they are to countenance and dance with men whose hands are indirectly vedewed with fox blood ?

A pamphlet used to be published annually, called a “ Thunderbolt for Rome," and certainly Mr. Clark's certificate of the new Epsom Course may be called “ A Startler for S:udd.” We hope that the committee may stand their ground firmly, even if the Derby has to be declared off, and that they will give a £2,000 Plate in its place round the new course. The demand that they should sign a lease for 21 years, at £2,500 for the first year, and £1,000 for cach of the others, is an outrageous demand, which every turfite should help them to resist, and it does not make it any better that Mr. Studd should offer to give half of it in the first year to a stake. Mr. Brisco, the present Lord of the manor, is we hear, opposed to such a step, and all the precedents to which it would give rise. If he were to die, they know nothing about the terms they might make with his successor. They might not have the Downs at all, and yet bc hampered with a £1,000 &.year rent till 1888.

They have mailc a very handsome offer to jake Mr. Studd's part of the course for £750 a year, for five years certain ; the 99 years lease to be determinable afier that at a year's notice. The great majority of owners would hail the avoidance of the Derby, and who is to briog the actions ? The betting men cannot, and it has been held already at Nisi Prius that the chance of cattle or horses winning prizes at a show is too remote a consideration to support an action. Why should it be held differently in the case of a race ? Mr. Studd's portion of the course is very small, and why need they pander to such rapacious demands for the sake of a course which they don't want ? Mr. Studd has every reason to be satisfied. He got estate entirely out of his Salamander winnings, and “unwilling Latimer," as he may be, he has rewarded the British public for the money he got out of them by being the indirect author of a bet:er Derby course ;—so, at least, Mr. Clark thinks. His mind should, therefore, be at peace without thirsting for fresh gains ; and the grand-stand proprietors must inake up their

nuind to be quite a Brother Bountiful with added money. As it is, they give £4,000 a-year. The doubt which hangs over the Derby of these two next years should be promptly ect at rest, and it certainly seems the duty of the Jockey Club to move in the matter with the new year.

The Jem Mace, Patent, and Calabaroono stiains are all running well this year. Poor Lobelia has been beaten again. Bab at the Bowster, a grand daughter of Canaradzo's and one of the truest and gamest bitches that we have seen in the slips since the days of Riot, has had two tremendous towellings this month at Brigg, where she made short work of Trovatore. One of them was in a bye, where the bitch had all the work to do herself, and then she was no match at all for the hare. The other was in the last ties but one with Green Sleeve, and here she had another regular “ Shap becker" to deal with, Good as she may be," puss" again polished her off on the

his new

was, we

grass, and then took a straiglit gallop of a mile down the railway ; poor Bah, game to the last, following as she could, hop, step, and jump, over the ballast. We never knew a great favourite so cut up two months before the Waterloo, but we quite trust she will come again. It would have been strange if such a bitch, for whom 500 gs. bas, we are told, been refused, had met her death on the railway. That great destroyer lays its iron hand on everything living, from a bull to a badger, as a “ sow” of the latter genus fell before it early one morning, in the West Midlands, last month, and had its requiem duly sung in the local papers. Masters of hounds always recommend engineers to put on steam instead of slackening when they see hounds coming, as it tends to make the train look like a solid mass, whereas when it goes slowly, high-couraged hounds are tempted to dash at the openings between the wheels.

Among stud news we hear ibat a St. Leger winner has occupied his hours of idleness by kneeling on his attendant in his yard, and then and there biting off three of his fingers. Colsterdale bas just lived long enough to sce his son Lecturer installed at Men'more, where they seem to have rather tired of King Tom. Their racing changes ought to go deeper than that. None of the “Ellerdale's dam” family were fast, but Colsterdale was quite the slowest of the lot, with all the wind of the Lanercosts. Shafto was a son in his own mould, and believe, about the first foal he ever got. Both had the same straight hind legs, but the son was a much faster horse than the sire. He beat Lifeboat (the winner of the Great Metropolitan that year) (asily for the Queen's Plate at Lincoln. There is no doubt that the last son of Sir Hercules was stalc from ibe dead heat and head defeat of The Speaker the day before, as he beat Shafto by a neck over a mile at Northampton the next month, when Zuyder Zee, King-at-Arms, Indifference, Tournament, and Fisherman were in the ruck, and next day easily over two miles, when Fisherman split the pair. It was on the strength of Colsterdale's Queen's Plate that Captain Skipworth and Frank Iles, and other Lincolnshire breeders rallied round Mr. Ashton, when he bought the horse, and there his chances began. Sir Tatton was much more partial to him than Snarry, who was jealous for Daniel's sake, and though he did not live to read of Lecturer's siiccess, the old baronet never seemed to think £1,300 too dear for him. llis crest never filled up as a stallion's should, and, in fact, he always retained much of his old ruuning form. He had no time to get fat, as his skin was so silky and fine that the smallest insect played gadily with him. Tyke and Professor Anderson won very fairly on his behalf, and at Icast every third of his stock which started won something. Johu Osborne fancied him, though he had no immortal drops of Priam in his veins, and admitted him to a share of his stud favours with The Cure, Lambton, Weatherbit, and Wild Dayrell. The Sheffield-lane Paddocks also gave him a fair allowance of mares, but his way of walking on his hind legs up to his mares, and not allowing any one to touch him, kept his groom in mortal dread that he would be over backwards, with a broken spine. Then “his halloos and screams” at the time were so hideous, that the young mares could hardly be held.

At Sledmere he would turn round hour after hour, in the paddock, to catch bis tail. Poor old Orlando will never again turn round his mild filmy eyes and beautiful quality crest to look at his


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visitors, on the Royal sale Saturday. Nearly all his stock bad a tendency to inherit Vulture's speed rather than Touchstone's stamina. No one knew whether he was a great horse. What with squaring and wrong ages, his Derby was a heads and tails affair and told very little. Nat liked riding him, and said he was never on a horse, whose action was more true.

Owners bave weeded their stables more rigorously than usual this winter, and the private contract" sale lists are very full. Mr. Beadman's stud was brought to the hammer on the 7th of December, and all were disposed of with the exception of the Stockwell-Touch-and-Go colt, who was very rough in his coat and looked amiss. The fifteen yearlings, which were warranted untried, averaged 155 guineas, wbich is not a bad price, considering that nine of them had no engagements. The best looking were undoubtedly the Oxford-Sulphur fills (400gs.) and Braemar, by Blair Athol out of Fleetwing's dani (650gs.). The former, which is a small but very handsome and speedy-looking

filly, has unfortunately no engagements'; but the latter, which is already as big as most three-year-olds, is in seven stakes, including the Woodcote, Middle Park, Derby, and Leger. The two Newminsters—The Witch out of The Deformed, and Maiden's Blush, half-sister to Sycee

— fetched 350gs. and 300gs. respectively; but having been
amiss, they were
dullin their coats, and

did not
show to advantage. Among the older horses, Ironmaster
(350gs.) brought his full value, as he is only moderate, and has been
fully exposed; while 850gs. seems a long price for the flashy non-
stayer Orion. By the time Mr. Beadman's horses had been sold, nearly
3,000 people had collected in the yard in the hope of seeing Lady
Elizabeth. “The Queen of Danebury” was put in at 300gs, and
after some very mild bidding, the hammer fell to John Day's nod of
just double that sum. The mare looked wonderfully well, and as she
showed some return to form at the end of the season, is quite likely to
win a good race next year if put into training. It is believed, how-
ever, that she is to go at once to the stud. Tho competition for The
Duke was far more exciting. Starting at 1,000gs., he soon ran up to
1,600gs. ; then 2,000gs. was bid ; and finally the Messrs. Graham
secured him for the Yardley Paddocks at 2,200gs., and have at once
raised his fee to 40gs : Oxford and Knight of the Crescent keep him
company at 30gs. and 20gs. respectively. Eight of Mr. Johnstone's
horses were put up on the following Monday; but only two were sold,
of which the Lady Melbourne filly, who has shown very fair form this
season, was bought by Dover for 750gs. Drafts from Mr. Dar-
ley's, the Fyfield, and Mr. Thomas Dawson's, stables were also
sold, of which old Skylark fetched 135gs. ; Boanerges, who has so
often been vainly expected to do a “good thing," 110gs.; and King of
the Fairies 245gs. The private sale list comprises Lord Stamford's stud;
Ladas, now at 25 to 1 for the Derby, and an unbeaten colt; The Earl,
the “yearlings," Ackworth and Redcap, “likely to make good steeple-
chasers ;" the cripples, Student and Marksman: Christmas Carol, that
worst of all bad Derby seconds ; Attaché, The Clown, Pantaloon, War,
and several others. Mercury has been sold to the Austrian Government
for 1,500gs. The Brewer was shot about five weeks ago in his 16th year.
He won the Liverpool Autumn Cup some nine years back, and ran a dead
heat with Prioress for second place in the Caesarewitch won by Rocket.

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