more eagerly from the fact of Lord Berners's colt being beaten only two lengths from Bay Middleton and Elis in the 2,000 guineas; whilst in this Plate he was a bad fourth.

rate.

The Liverpool Craven, like all meetings that hold out the inducement of "public money" to be added, was well attended, and the sport first General Chassé was again in force for the Tradesmen's Cup, which he again won. Trapball's beating Locomotive for the Leger, reduced the odds from 20 to 1 to 10 to 1, and the Welshmen began to talk of again winning the Leger.

Dec. 14, 1836.

(To be continued.)

UNCLE TOBY.

THE WHITE HAT.

A sketch of a Paddington Coachman's conversation.

So the gentleman puts on master's 'At, and says he, "how dye think I looks in a white 'At?" "6 Why," says master, "you looks very like a man I knew once of the name of Moore." Cause you see, I lived at that time with a gentleman of the name of Browne, who kept a couple of nice horses and a dennet, only one on 'em was a regular miller, if so be, you went nigh unto him in the stable, without his knowing who you was; for one day master goes down to Finchly, to see an old gentleman, what had two daughters, one on 'em was a nice black-eyed little girland he sends me to the Greyhound, at Hendon, close by the church, to tell 'em to have a beef steak and oyster sauce by the time we comed back, he was a rare chap for oysters, and they were a coming well in, though I can't just recollect whether it was September or October, though you may be sure it warn't in July or August, 'cause there never is no oysters, except when the month have got an h'ar in it; so when I comes to Finchly I sees master a walking on the lawn with one of the young tits, a looking so Samy Andrews, that no one would have thought he knew what a beef steak was made of, and I'd just a told him I had done has h'ed a telled me, when up comes the little fat punchy chap, what was the gentleman on the house, and says he to my master, though he was so much out of breath he could'nt well speak, but says he, a gasping at every word, to my master says he, 66 that ere, Mr. Browne, is a terrible 'orse what you've got." Why he an't a 'orse," says my master a looking green, "he's a 'unter," for master always loved a joke, only I a'nt a told you the best joke yet. "I don't know," says the gentleman what owned the house and was father of the little black-eyed girl master was Samy Andrews on, “I don't

know," says he, "the rights on't, whether he be properly an 'orse, or an 'unter, or an 'unter, or an 'orse; but I knows he've a broken two of my footboy's ribs, and it's the most ungenteelest thing to bring a wishous 'unter, what so soon as our Bill goes to tie him up, makes no more to do, but takes one of his hind fists and gives him such a punch, as sends 'em clean over the water bucket, right into the corn bin." Now what do you think my master said?—why says he, without a laughing, only just giving a sly look at me-why, says he," he does kick 'ard sometimes." Only that was'nt what I was a going to tell. for as I said the gentleman puts on masters 'At and, says he, "how d'ye think I looks in a white 'At ?” “ Why," says master, you looks very like a man I knew once of the name of Moore," being as how that was afore I drove the Paddington Short, while I was along of a gentleman of the name of Browne, what kept two nice 'orses and a dennet, though one on'em was an oldish 'orse, as a little rum looking fellow they called Lord Kilgooseberrys want'd to get hold on, to go along with a pack of muggers they'd a got in Surrey; so he com'd to master, and master tells me to bring 'en out, and I brings 'en out, looking like a bit of genuine velvet, all along of h'antomy and tea kettle, for master always fed 'ot, and the little'un picks up first one leg and then t'other-and says he to master, "I wants an 'orse to go." Well," says master, "so help me Bob's honour, that ere h'annimal afore you is what you may call an 'orse, and if I was to see my own father a coming down that ere 'ill, as tired as a cat and as lame as a dog, he should'nt get on his back unless he gived me ninety-five guineas." Well with that Kilgooseberrys takes another look at 'em, and says he, "why you sees, Mr. Browne, I don't care about the price of the 'orse if so be the 'orse will suit me, only I wants an 'orse to go, and your'n have got such a big head." Well master was real vexed at such an h'object a running down of his cattle, and says he, "he don't go on his head do he? at least if he do, he didn't ought to it," for he seed the little fellow wanted to back out if he could; so the chap opens the 'orse's mouth, but I knowed his teeth was clean enough cause master allowed plenty of Bath brick, and after he a opened the 'orse's mouth he shaked his 'ead and says he, "he's a got very long teeth." Well I thought I should a busted, for master says, without a moving never a muscle of his face says he, "I tell you what, my lord, if you want's 'em to go they must have length somewhere, and I am bless'd, he an't a got it nowhere else." If you'd only a seed how comical the chap looked only it war'nt near so comical as that ere story I am a telling you, about the gentleman what puts on masters 'At and says he, "how dye think I looks in a white 'At?" for you see master was a particular man about his 'At, and it war'nt a city white, nor it war'nt a Joliffe, and it had'nt a green turn up

inside like old John Jorrocks's Sunday one, nor though the brim did'nt come a curl, you could'nt say it was flattish; it was the sort of a twixt a tile and a thatch you see, only it war'nt of that 'ere brown colour with a long pile felt, they wears about the Bank, nor was it that ere flash kind of thing you sees the young ones sport, but understands what I means, it was a white 'At; so, as I said, the gentleman puts on masters 'At and says he, "how dye think I looks in a white 'At?" " Why," says master,

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you looks very like a man I knew once of the name of Moore," with that the gentleman says. "His name was Moore was it?" which was funny enough, for you see when I brushed master's 'At, I see as how the 1 maker's name was Moore, what lives in Bond Street, only it war'nt Savory, Moore, and Davidson-that keeps the Physick Shop, cause I know'd him well enough, being I drove job to him, when I worked for George Hodgkinson in Bury street, Bloomsbury, and one day I takes him to the back of the Tower through the Minories, and down by where I dare say you've heard on, a place they calls Rag-fair, to one of them shipping wharfs, and he calls me, and says he, "I want's your 'davy for they was an h'invoicing lots of his physicks what he'n never a se'ed and was all scurious, but that 'ere war'nt the Moore what made master's 'At, but him they calls Bicknell and Moore, what lives at the corner of Piccadilly nearly opposite the Egyptian Hall; though when I lived with Mr. Browne he always had a hen lobster for sauce, a proper gentleman he was, and kept two nice horses and a dennet built by Adams, none of your Moorfields consarns, all cream colour and red paint, but a well turned out affair that a servant could be proud of; however, when we went down to Finchly, master was used to do three and ninepence a side, cause sometimes he drove the nice black eyed girl, what he expected to be harnessed to, only it war'nt no go all along of old Dun putting in a real wooden one, which was a pity, for to my mind she was just the woman, to look after a snug place, if you'd only a se'ed her, with her crimson gown, black velvet spencer, white satin 'at, long h'ostrich feathers, yellow boots, and such a dickey, but when old Dun giv'd us the Putney drudge, master's young woman would take the ribbons, after they got off the stones, well she wipt him over the head, and hits 'em over the tail, and flips him here and there and everywhere, that she thought she could find a raw, but 'twas all no manner worse than no use, she could get no go out of him; presently she begins to get warm, and she jerks at his mouth and sts, sts, sts-pitching the silk in without being able to get him to simmer. At last she hits him five or six quilters with the crop, and says she, "sts go along or I'll cut your soul out, do you think I stole you ?" Well this time I looks at my master, a riglar queer go, war'nt it, but not half so good as that ere go I'm a telling you, of the gentleman that put on master's 'At, and says he, how d'ye think I looks

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in a white' At. "Why," says master, "you looks very like a man I knew once of the name of Moore." With this the gentleman says. name was Moore was it?” "Yes," says master, "only I did'nt mean that, but you remind me that he had a brother who-talking of that, sir, did you ever hear that Mr. Kean the 'actor had two mothers, which is a curious coincidence, though can't say I ever heard 'tell of any other gentleman what has more nor one, but there's no saying, for I don't know rightly who my own father was, only mother was Squire Jones's housekeeper, and perhaps you may'nt believe me, but so help my bob's honour, I was twice as big before I went to live with Mr. Browne, though I can't say I was'nt no taller-than I am now-for at Mr. Browne's I looked after a dennet and two nice 'orses--afore master sold e'm at the repository in Martin's-lane; a nice place that 'ere Martin's-lane, with such an 'op every Friday night-and one night I remembers I come'd out a good deal better breeched than I went in, for a nice young woman comes up and sets down along side of me, and says she, "I beg pardon, sir, but I incommode you.' "Not a bit," says I" for she was the genteelestis looking creature you ever clap't eyes on, "So," says she, "there are a good many people in the room to night,"-and I says, "I dare say they teases near an hundred," for you gets nothing but scald, and we went on about one thing and another-until she says to me, "Im afraid I'm taking a liberty with you, sir." "Not in the least, ma'am," says I—but whisling Billy, if she warn't tho', for I feels her hand in my pocket a taking out the only half crown what I'd a got--homsomever I never lets on, but keeps my eye on where she put it to, and as soon as she takes out her hand I puts my five fingers into her pocket, and when they was there I takes all I could hold, cause I did'nt wish to expose her, and what do you suppose I got, though I wished her good night, and bought a brush afore I looked, why I had got a half sovereign, two half-crown pieces, three-pence halfpenny, a silver thimble and a bit of ginger-no it warn't a bit of ginger, 'twas two bits of orice root, to make her breath smell sweet. Now was'nt that a prime start?-but it a'nt such a prime one as what I'm a telling you, after the gentleman puts on master's 'At, says he, "how d'ye think I looks in a white 'At?" 66 Why," says master, 'you looks very like a man I knew once of the name of Moore."-Oh you said, sir, you wanted to be put down at the Yorkshire Stingo." With that the gentleman says his name was Moore was it?"—If your a coming this way again sir, I shall be happy to give you a lift"Yes," says master, "only I did'nt mean that,"-cause, your such a very pleasant gentleman to have along side of one, we ha'nt a got a cad, perhaps you can manage without, thankee sir" but you remind me he had a brother, who"-you hav'nt a put your foot in the puddle, sir, have you?-for it would be a pity you, "WORE A WHITE 'AT."

LOCOMOTIVE.

Painted by MR. SNOW, of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, engraved by R. PARR, London.

To start the leading sports with an even hand, we conmence the year with a racing as well as a hunting subject, by giving a portrait of that good stout running horse" Locomotive," bestrode by that good, but not very handsome, jockey Tommy Lye. Locomotive, though he has run in the name of Dawson, his trainer, was bred by, and is the property of, Thomas Emerson Headlam, Esq., of Jesmond Dene, near Newcastleupon-Tyne, and is by Waverley, out of Minima, by Election, out of Leopoldine, by Walton-Cressida, by Whiskey.

He made his debut at the York Spring Meeting, 1835, in a sweepstakes of 30 sovs. each, 10 ft. for two year olds, eighteen subs. but was not placed.

At Doncaster he won a sweepstakes of 20 sovs. each, for two year olds, thirty-three subs., beating Vesper, f. by Muley, out of Bequest, and four others not placed.

1836. Locomotive ran second for the Spring St. Leger stakes at Liverpool, Trapball being first and Luther third.

At the Liverpool July meeting he won the St. Leger stakes, beating Snyders, Whaley, and three others not placed.

At Doncaster, Locomotive started for the Great St. Leger Stakes, but was not placed; he is, however, generally allowed to have been either third or fourth; and but for a mistake, with regard to the instructions to the jockey, would in all probability have been more forward. As it was, he ran stoutly without distress.

On the Friday of the same meeting, he ran third for the Scarborough stakes, Zebetta and Wedge being first and second.

At Heaton Park, Locomotive won a purse of 50 sovs., given by the own and neighbourhood of Bury, added to a sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each, h. ft. eleven subs. beating Eva, Vesper, and three others.

The next day he won the gold cup, value 200 sovs., given by the town of Manchester, added to a handicap sweepstakes of 20 sovs. each, h. ft., and 5 only if declared, twenty-seven subs., ten of whom paid only 5 sovs. each, beating Catharina, Confederate, Giovanni, Mündig, Lady de Gros, Jupiter, Turban, Longinus, and Hampton.

At the Carlisle meeting, Locomotive performed a horse minuet, alias walked over for a 10 sovs. sweepstakes, with 20 added, by the members for the eastern division of the county, three subs.

He likewise won the gold cup, beating Zohrab, Miss Lora, and Inheritor; and His Majesty's plate of 100 gs., beating Zohrab again.

Locomotive is a remarkable good constitutioned horse; bears travelling,