ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.

We feel extremely obliged to Wings for his communication; but the press of matter prevents our using it this month. We should much like to see the MSS. of which he speaks. We learn that those three well known race-horses, Felix by Sultan, Lieutenant by the Colonel, and Lucifer by Lottery, are now at Calcutta.

CRICKET.-The Annual Match between the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge, was played on the 17th and 18th of June, and ended (we'are informed by " A Spectator") in the defeat for the first time of the Oxonians. Mr. Grout, Mr. Taylor, Mr. Kirwan, appear to have distinguished themselves on the Cambridge side; and Messrs. Napier, Lee, and Torre shewed most skill and spirit on that of Oxford. Languor seems to have characterized the play of the Oxonians, which is fatal to an up-hill game.

L. L. is thanked. We hope in our next number to devote a page or two to Aquatic Sports.

To Alex.-Mrs. Theobald named the unfortunate Paulina, when she won at Gorhambury; and the Lady, we understand, gave no directions to Mr. Curwen to" pull the ropes."

TURFITE is right.-He will see that we have remarked upon the numerous racing blunders, which have flowered during the season.

Alonzo's prose is a little two fantastical for our pages. It is to describe the thimble and pea, rather too finely, to call them "Three Huswives' finger protectors, and a marrowfat!"

There is such a thing as a "gittin down stairs" as well as up! Nimrod, we see by the advertisements, has found "in the lowest deep, a lower deep," and has actually let go Ackermann's slack rope, and fallen right down into the Sportsman! The Sporting Review has now lost one of its "Kings of Brentford." Craven will sit easier on his solitary throne, until Messrs. Whitehead and Ackermann take off the cap (which he fancies an editorial crown), fold it up,-and put the bells in the drawer.

X. X.-The Warden. I (of Windsor), Arthur, L. S. received.

Turfiana, will appear in the next Number.

Waltonian (Islington) has sent us a neat poetical notice of the little Jockey Cotton, winning the Walton Stakes at the last Epsom Meeting.

The Turf will sever friends and foes,

Some are above, and some are under;

One stake at Epsom union shews,—

Walton and Cotton, nought can sunder!

We have received The Countess of Blessington's desultory thoughts, and Mr.* Fores's plates of the Liverpool Steeple Chase, too late however for further notice this month.