sight of the grand chesnut striding 'away over the R. M., almost pulling French, who had lost his cap, out of the saddle, with Montgoubert struggling hopelessly behind him. "The Prince" is a blood-like, corky-looking, horse, with very high quarters. He has plenty of quality, but there is a lack of power about him, and no one could mistake him for a stayer. Bonny Swell, who was a good deal liked, is a neat and compact colt, without anything very striking about him. He was either uncommonly lazy or else a little overdone, for he seemed to have a decided objection to walking about. Anything richer than the scene at the saddling of Sarsfield, a big chesnut with white stockings, and by no means a bad looking horse, it is impossible to conceive. His trainer, jockey, and several attendants had all come over from Ireland with him, and, from their perfect brogue, were evidently from the purest extraction. He was backed into one of the stalls of the shed under the hedge, and while the trainer held the reins and flourished a big stick just before his eyes, three or four assistants were struggling to get the saddle on, each shouting at the top of his voice, and tendering various pieces of advice all at the same time. The horse naturally objected to all this, and made several well directed efforts to kick out the front of the stall, each kick being followed by a jerk at the reins and a flourish of the shillelah, accompanied by an "Arrah now will ye be aisy?"" Kape quiet do now," &c. Palmerston was decidedly the best looking of the lot (leaving Kingcraft out of the question, as we never saw him except in the race, and were equally unfortunate at Newmarket); he is a very neat, level, brown, and was wonderfully fit, his coat shining like satin: a big, common looking, head, however, somewhat spoiled his appearEly Appleton was just an average Ely, and certainly that sire does not transmit much of his "beauty" to his stock. Joseph Dawson's three attracted a great deal of attention. We described King o' Scots and Normanby last month, and need not do so again. We shall never understand what people can see to admire in the coarse looking "King" while Normanby, whom we begin to fancy does not care to go more than a mile, looked none the worse for his broken blood-vessel or "bloody nose" whichever it was. The appearance of Camel in the string gave great relief to his backers, as a report that he had just been scratched was extensively circulated. We were dreadfully disappointed at his appearance. He is an enormous dingy chesnut, not unlike Pace, without an atom of quality, and his head is disfigured by a pair of huge lop ears. No one could say a word in his favour, and a good judge, after looking at him for a few minutes, remarked emphatically, "If that ugly beast wins I'll never come on a racecourse again."

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We had not seen Cymbal since he was sold as an early two-year-old for 1,400 guineas. He has furnished into a nicish colt, and was a good deal admired; still there is a flashy "five furlong" look about him, which quite prepared us for the lack of stamina he exhibited in the race. As Muster, whose jockey wore no spurs, and who appeared in blinkers, finished third, several good points have been discovered in him : : our note-book says, weedy and narrow, with bad forelegs and light back ribs ;" and we are not prepared to alter this opinion, even should he win the Leger, for which we do not consider he has the remotest chance, as an additional quarter of a mile is like putting 7 lbs. extra on his back. Enough has been written of Cockney Boy, who is

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