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THURSDAY'S Sport (if it be sport to be drenched to death with rain, pelted with hail, and starved with cold) consisted of six races, three of them won by General Grosvenor, who thought the weather-from being an old soldier, perhaps-far from being so disagreeable as many others thought it. He won the first with Falernia, by Chateau Margaux, 8st. 3lb., from Mr. Cosby's Temperance, Sst. 7lb., R. M., 100 sovs. Thus Arnull, with his Claret, beat Robinson with his Temperance.

Sweepstakes of 200 sovs. each, h.ft.: colts, 8st. 7lb.; fillies, 8st. 3lb., Ditch Mile, won "three parts of a length" by Lord Verulam's Sultan colt-his dam Tredrille-with little opposition; so that a pretty-looking horse, a good-looking jockey (Connolly), and a Stakes of 800 sovs., are attractions, not only worthy of the notice of the Descendant, but of the great Bacon himself, if he were here: the pace, however, was as slow as law proceedings when there is plenty of money in the case. Robinson, on Lord Worcester's Zealot colt, was second; and John Day, on the Duke of Grafton's Fidalgo, third. Ishmael forfeited; one paid this and the debt of Nature too.

Sweepstakes of 30 sovs. each, 20 ft., for two-year-olds, T.Y.C., six subscribers.-General Grosvenor's Falernia (Natt) won it easy by a length; Mr. Payne's Whiteboy colt second, Sir M. Wood's Dromedary third, and three paid forfeit..

Handicap Sweepstakes of 15 sovs. each, 10 ft., for two-year-olds, four subscribers.-This Pavis won, on the Duke of Richmond's Ketchup, by three lengths, quite in a canter, but a regular mushroom hunting pace; Arnull, on Temperance (free from the gout of course), second; Felucca, third; Mr. Forth's Woful filly last .....but why point at Mr. Forth's Woful filly, when there was so much of that family in the lot!

General Grosvenor's filly Blue Eyes, her dam Blue Stockings, shamefully beat Lord Verulam's filly by Sultan, her dam Manille. Either through obstinacy, timidity, or inca◄

pacity, she never exerted herself, though strenuously called upon by Connolly on every point; while John Day went in lovingly with Blue Eyes, taking any place or pace he wished to choose.

The Forfeit Class of the Oatlands, an affair of great excitement but not of wealth, being for 10 sovs. each, thirteen subscribers, and three only expected to run-Emancipation, Oxygen, and Dinah; when at the last moment the Duke of Cleveland drew his horse, which petrified both blacklegs and whitefeet; but I say to them what I have ever said, that if a man enters into an engagement, and fulfils all the conditions specified, he has a right to use his own discretion. Custom is not a law, in spite of self-interest, ignorance, and insolence. His Grace no doubt acted on the score of humanity, and at the last struggle could not, for a minute's pleasure to himself, or to gratify the avarice of others, destroy such a beautiful and valuable creature as Emancipation, a delicate animal, with 9st. 9lb. on his back-a long and severe course at all times, the ground as deep as ever was known, some of it new made, and raining in torrents at the time, with a distant chance of winning a paltry stake of 1201. No! No! I am glad the Duke of Cleveland is still a consistent Reformer, and a friend to Emancipation. Now if His Grace, on the strength of not letting his horse run, and keeping it a secret to the very last, had interfered in the betting about the other two, there is no doubt but some, even upright men, would have said, "this is too cunning and too low for exalted rank;" but nothing of the kind did take place. Dinah and Oxygen made one of the finest races that was ever seen at Newmarket or elsewhere, and during every part of the contest no other remark would apply. The good riding of John Day, the honest heart of Oxygen (giving nine pounds), and the present state of the ground on one side; against the beautiful muscular Dinah, her light weight, and the perfect horsemanship of Connolly, on the other-indeed we never saw

him to such advantage before, sitting well back on his saddle, keeping exact time with his own action and the horse's exertions: to this nieety Mr. Kirby is indebted for the Forfeit Class of the Oatlands, winning it by a head. The next race, and one of the greatest consequence, was the Claret Stakes-had it been called the Brandy Stakes, half the people being almost perished with cold, it would not have been neglected. There was much money also attached to it: this is a great improvement to Claret, whether to the palate of the peer or the palette of the painter. The Stakes had eight subscribers of 200 sovs. each: four came to the post, this made the Claret worth 1000l. really rich and good. There are, however, few hands now-a-days wherein it would keep ; but if any one can do it the winner is "the one." There was nothing particular in the start nor in the pace Across the Flat, but on nearing the Duke's Stand, from want of health, condition, or both, poor Margrave fell into the rear quite powerless. Strength and speed in horses, with the three jockeys now left, were called upon in one moment, as if by magic, when a more beautiful race than can ever be described took place, and no man with any pretensions to sporting sporting knowledge (who saw it) will ever forget: Chifney on Trustee won it by a head in the last three strides: if he had gone a yard sooner, he could not have lasted; and if he had waited a thought longer, he would have been too late. Robinson rode Minster, and went as far as human knowledge and human nature can go. There were some who thought his horse rather lusty; but the man that gives up his time, his industry, his penetration, and practice, is, from one horse differing from another, much more likely to be the best judge, particularly if his subject is in a fit state to exercise his abilities upon. Beiram ran an extraordinary good horse, and, though he was not second, was only beat half a length. Beiram is much furnished since last year, and may now be placed in the very front rank with our far-famed English racers,

not only vieing with them in beauty, but rivalling them in speed and

stoutness.

FRIDAY-a long day's racing: none, however, but a lover of the sport, or an interested one, could stay to see it out, the wet and cold, though the 12th of April, being excessive. The first race was a harmless little Sweepstakes of 25 sovs. each, three subscribers, which Lord Verulam's Tredrille colt won by two lengths, with Connolly's place a sinecure; Robinson on Mr. Cosby's Giantess, second; Blue Eyes third, with the odds 4 to 1 upon her. Natt tried all he could, but that is nothing; it was a bad day for Blue Eyes, and not very good for red ones: black legs, I believe, fared a little better.

Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, h. ft. for fillies, 8st. 4lb. D. M.-three started and two paid. It would be risking one's reputation to call this a race, though won a head only by the Duke of Richmond's (Lord Uxbridge's) Miss Craven's dam filly, rode by Boyce, whose best exertions could not keep her quite straight. In colour, and at first sight, this thing is very like Miss Craven; but on a closer inspection the great difference, as the Doctors say, is in the "regions of the chest. Mr. Vansittart's Elisena (Arnull) was second, and Lord Lowther's Scurry a long way last.

Handicap Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each for two and three-year-olds, T.Y.C., the winner to be sold for 401. It was said that Newmarket was very full of horses all through the winter, and this race, a wag says, was made to prove it. The Duke of Richmond's filly Sierra by Wamba, rode by Pavis, a length first; Mr. Cosby's Giantess second (Arnull). Mr. C. claimed the winner for G. Edwards

." here's your works!" a good racer for forty pounds! and if, as the Faculty say, "fat is a disease," Sierra is warranted perfectly free from it. There were two or three others in the race, but of course at a very inferior price, not being near so good.

Subscription Plate of 501. for horses of all ages, beginning at two years old, and going up to Flying Childers

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if he was alive-ten subscribers. Arnull on Gab, brilliant in himself, and his horse made to match, won all the way like a Childers-this put me in mind of it. It somehow happened that the printer forgot to put in the list," the winner to be sold," &c. for 3001.; it also happened that Arthur Pavis, in that "Cock-a-hoop independent sort of way,' as some one remarked, chose to ride in a dress totally unknown to every one, without giving notice in the proper quarter; so that this man in masquerade, and his horse, which was second (Mr. Gardnor's Ida), and the conditions of sale, were not discovered till too late to be claimed, so that Arnull and the successful Gab may, we hope, meet again! and again!

The anxious moment for the Port Stakes of 100 30vs. each having arrived, everything forgot the wet, the cold, and the dirt, except the poor horses that laboured in it. Little can be said on the early part of the race, but as soon as they came in sight Lord Exeter's Galata was about eighty yards first without afterwards relinquishing one inch of it, not allowing Darling, her jockey, even to interfere in the least. We had a beautiful race for second, a hundred pounds being given to the occupier of that place. This Mr. Chifney's Emiliana won from little Archibald (the favorite against the field) by half a length. Poor little fellow! his small size and fine stride almost buried him; Mixbury and Messenger were soon disposed of. Emiliana was in the betting at about 4 to 1 against her.

Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, h. ft.-colts, Sst. 7lb.; fillies, 8st. 4lb. rising three years old, D. M. won by Lord Tavistock's Anglesea by Sultan, a neck, with no small share of advice and assistance from Robinson. Lord Exeter's Emmeline colt, a great favorite, second (Darling), after appearing quite done up, came again surprisingly, but was not only too late but in close custody, under the watchful eye of Robinson; Divan third; Elvaston fourth and last.

Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, h. ft.

for fillies, 8st. 5lb. D. M. won by Mr. Cookes's Tarantella (Teddy Wright) three lengths; Lord Exeter's Augusta filly by Sultan (Darling) second; Mr. Chifney's Shoveler filly (H. Edwards) third. One paid, and one wrong named.

Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each was won by Lord Exeter's Emmeline colt, named by Colonel Peel, quite in a canter, rode by Darling, first at least by two lengths; the Pledge colt by Lottery (John Day) second: four others made the best terms they could.

Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, h. ft. Sst. 4lb. D. M. won by Lord Chesterfield's Weeper by half a length at the last, rode by Natt, beating the Duke of Grafton's Octave, by John Day; these were the only two that started. This and previous running has taken these Ladies down in their class, having been first and second favorites for the Oaks all the winter ; but the dry ground at Epsom may bring them up again, as no doubt they both possess some high game qualities.

The Ale Stakes (Hail Stakes it might have been, as we were scarcely free from it for an hour during the week) of 100 sovs. each; colts, 8st. 7lb. fillies, 8st. 4lb.; D. I. This was won cleverly by Lord Berners' Rotterdam colt by Emilius. His Lordship seems to be reversing the order of things; when a commoner, he used to take wine; now he is a Peer, he takes ale. John Day made use of the Produce of Rotterdam with perfect discretion. Wheatley, on Lord Lowther's Lazarone, second, claimed the winner for 4001. (one of the conditions of the race), for, it is said, the Duke of Rutland: so that if His Grace had only half a horse before, he must have a sort of three-cornered stud now—a horse and a half. Lord Exeter's Spencer was all behind: a coat may make a spencer, but his Lordship's spencer can never make a coat. This race ended a genteel, select, dull meeting, with the weather, scenery, and something else to correspond. OBSERVATOR.

Norfolk, April 13, 1833.

OH, 'TIS THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY.

Oh, 'tis the merry month of May !
Hence, away with melancholy;
Banish sorrow, banish folly;

Pleasure is crown'd on the gay May day
With laughter, song, and harmony,
And health, and love, and liberty,
And mirth, and jollity, and glee.

Oh, 'tis the merry, merry-merry, merry-merry month of May,
And the village youths and maidens and the garlands green are gay!

Oh, 'tis the mellow month of May!
Gone is winter, like a bubble;
Gone its terrors, gone its trouble;
Nature is clad in rich array;

And summer suns, in happy skies,
With the mellow matin rise,

Tingeing heaven with glorious dyes!

Oh, 'tis the mellow, mellow-mellow, mellow-mellow month of May, And the village youths and maidens and the garlands green are gay!

Oh, 'tis the merry May day morn!

Colds, rheumatic pains, and cholic

Wait not on a vernal frolic.

Wind the boreal dirge on the sounding horn;
For the winds of March have had their sway,
And April damps no longer slay,

And winter storms are far away!

Oh, 'tis the merry, merry--merry, merry--merry May day morn,
By the village youths and maidens gay the garlands green are borne!

THE FIND.

Engraved by Cook, from a painting by F. C. TURNER.

"Drag on him! ah, wind him, my steady good hounds;
Drag on him! ah, wind him, the cover resounds."

THIS is the third of Mr. Turner's

Series illustrative of the good old song, "A Southerly Wind and a Cloudy Sky." The portrait is the celebrated HONEYWOOD MARE, the property of Sir Edward John Honeywood, Bart. of Everington, who, with that kindly feeling so peculiarly belonging to the genuine Sportsman, lent her to the East Kent Hunt for the use of the whipper-in. She is strong, handsome, amazingly clever at her fences, can do the trick well, and go the pace through a long day with these hounds, which is no mean one, as they are seldom troubled with

the slows: but though she shews so many good points and rare qualities, her breeding is not known. The Artist was present at THE FIND, at Thornley Park, near Canterbury, at the close of the season 1832, and hence the choice of the spirited subject which he has transferred from the field to the canvas. The run was short, sharp, and decisive; and whilst we contemplate the animated cheering "Drag on him!" we can easily fancy the Artist's ears still ringing with the glorious shouts of "Who-whoop! Who-whoop!" that so quickly followed,

SIR,

A FEW DAYS IN THE VALE OF BLACKMOOR.

BY DASHWOOD.

(Concluded from our last Volume, page 457.)

ON retiring from the happy and merry group assembled at the hospitable board at Stock House, one observation occurred to me as I was putting on my night-cap, the result of my experience in this extraordinary and capricious world. I have seen in my time, I may say, not a little of the different gradations of society, and have mixed in every fireside circle from the hall of the Peer to the cottage of the yeoman. I have partaken of every dainty that the earth could produce, served on plate, &c. on the Monday, and on the Tuesday have eaten peas-soup out of a tea-cup with an acquaintance under a cloud*. I have in person undergone as many vicissitudes of fate as any man breathing of the same age. I have had my hounds and my hunters, my side-board of plate and my liveried lacqueys; and I have seen them, and every other comfort, disappear with more than pantomimical celerity at the harlequin touch of a trusted and rascally attorney. I have eaten greedily of the luxuries of idleness, and have been compelled to earn the bread of work and industry. I have been hurled from an intimacy with, and a residence amongst, the most Aristocratical of the Aristocracy, and sent, by villany and fraud, into exile at an obscure smuggling hole, to pare the loaf for those

dependent on me with a cautious and wary hand.

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Now every grade of condition brings its separate companions; and having rung almost all the changes, and encountered almost all the chances that appertain to this life, it may be easily imagined that I have had to herd with most of its varieties of society. grand truth, then, have I reaped from this promiscuous intercourse with my species...... the Sportsman-the man deeply imbued with the love of hounds and hunting-is, under all circumstances and in all situations, the happiest in existence! I will say nothing of him in prosperity, save that his life is one of extacy and enthusiasm but of his adversity I will say, that, more than any other individual on earth, do the reminiscences of the past and the hopes of the future sustain and enliven him in it. I have never met an instance in all my practice that would not confirm me in the fixed opinion, that hunting and the love of it form the genuine elixir vitæ ; and that with those who know how to use it, there is more hearty and sincere good fellowship than amongst any other set of beings under the sun. Let those who doubt this select their twelve men to whom the noble science is unknown or odious: let them choose the most oily-tongued and specious Statesman - the most

Fact. Not many years ago I formed one of a party of five, when each man dipped his cup into the bowl-both ladle and soup-plate being absent without leave. It is my intention some time or other to speak again of this entertainment: the events of the evening are well worthy of being recorded, and the scene altogether, I think, will be found to be a rich one.

VOL. VII.SECOND SERIES.-No. 37.

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