those who choose to make a little exertion on the MONDAY, in order to rest themselves, their servants and horses, on the day previous, the sports did not begin till two o'clock-in the following order: The Craven Stakes, according to custom, the first race; but Sir Mark Wood's Camarine, from what has been said of her, and from what she has done, spoiled the show as well as the trade. Where is the interest and the expected pleasure of seeing a parcel of countrymen on foot running after a wild stag? and where the chance of gain by betting, when all the people are of one opinion?...... four to one being offered on every side on Camarine against eleven others, and no takers-though amongst them were names of note, and others with secret pretensions, but with hopes so slender and money so scarce, the peoples are from necessity become too wise to throw it away. There was a little bungling in the start-the man, perhaps, a little nervous from not being quite warm in office after such a long winter; so that, after the race was over, it was deemed to have been a false start, which Camarine won by a length in a most tantalising canter rode, I was going to say, by Robinson, but there was really no riding in the case. Boyce, on Rubini, was second; the rest anywhere (except in front), everywhere, and nowhere. Mr. Wagstaff's Fang and Lady Charlotte now claimed the privilege of exposing themselves, not having taken any share in the last; the others having already had enough. These two undertook to pluck the laurels from the unconquered Camarine, and got beat for their temerity by about six lengths, with the odds at eight to one (and more) against them.

The second race was a Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each for two and three years old, Ab. Mile, Handicap, for which eighteen started, the betting not very brisk, and the odds four and a half to one, 66 pick where you will." There were only about four out of the eighteen that came up to this price; and the odds against the winner anything you might choose to This was Mr. Forth's colt by

name.

Whisker, his dam Scandal, rode by Charley Edwards, at 7st. 11lb., well jockeyed at the weight, and won by two lengths: Mr. T. Wood's Ambrosio second, beautifully brought out by G. Edwards as both groom and jockey; but nine stone could not contend against one of the same year and almost the same pretensions, giving seventeen pounds. Sam Chifney rode his brother's Emiliana delightfully, giving thirteen pounds, but with all his skill could not do impossibilities. Nothing else seemed able to get up, or to remain there even if they had done so.

The Nineteenth Riddlesworth Stakes of 200 sovs. each, h. ft. colts 8st. 7lb., fillies 8st. 4lb.-where the dam had not been tried as a brood mare, to be allowed 3lb., or where the sire had not been tried, 3lb.; if both, 5lb.— There were nineteen named to this great adventure, now rising three years old, but at the last moment three only were prepared to start that were opposed to each other. Lord Jersey, by way of mystifying the thing, brought out two, winning with Lucius by Emilius, his dam Cobweb (the mare that so delightfully graced the Sporting Magazine about three years ago). Robinson rode him to the very stride, I should think, of his employer's wishes, and won it by a length without letting us know whether this was all he could do, or whether he could have done more. Lord Tavistock's Anglesea second, rode by G. Edwards, equally well managed, though unsuccessful; Mr. Wilson's Silvertail colt third, directed by Wheatley, who must have had an unpleasant ride of it, from his horse running unkindly with him. If this was occasioned by the pace being too fast at first, he ought to have forgotten it, as it was very accommodating at the finish; and, as far as appearances go, if these are the cream of the year, the milk must be like that from the Alderney Dairy, where the master and man both watered it. The betting also was of the passive kind: you might have had any one of the three on the same terms.

The Desert Stakes of 100 sovs.

each, h. ft. colts, 8st. 71b., and fillies, 8st. 4lb., five subscribers-four of them ran, and Lord Tavistock's Phantom colt paid, A. F. (Across the Flat). They came a smart pace to Ab. M. Bottom, when Weeper became cheerful all at once, and went in, with Connolly smiling upon her, a good length first: Mr. Payne's Miss Stephenson colt second. Lord Conyngham's Brother to Blythe ceased to be gay, and the Duke of Richmond's Ketchup (though from the real Mushroom) would not keep good, and the two were both left behind.

Lord Chesterfield's Brother to Marcus cantered over for a Sweepstakes of 200 sovs. each, h. ft. to which Lord Lichfield's Elizabeth filly, Lord Verulam's Camel colt, Lord Exeter's Mountebank colt, and the Duke of Rutland's Lunatic colt, had the mortification to pay.-Four other engagements were disposed of in a similar way, as far as paying goes, which is the least loss with a bad horse, as well as a saving of time, and prevents disappointment.

TUESDAY's list gave us some reason to expect five races, but four only were decided which could go the fastest and last the longest. The first of these, a Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, for foals of 1830: colts, Sst. 7lb.; fillies, 8st. 4lb. R. M.; three pounds allowed for untried sires, and the same for dams, but not both-four started and came well together to within twenty yards of home, the Duke of Grafton's colt Fidalgo the favorite at two and a half to one on him, when Arnull just won a head" by very good riding on Mr. Shard's, or rather Gen. Grosvenor's Falernia by Chateau Margaux, her dam Selina by Delpini; Fidalgo second; Mr. Mills's colt by Lapdog, his dam Effie Deans, third-beat half a length only by the winner, and the fourth well up :-a pretty smart race, well got up, but with nothing wonderful in the materials.

Shoveler filly second, rode by Henry Edwards, equally elegant, but not so successful; Lord Exeter's Marinella colt third. Darling tried every variety in the art of persuasion, but could not win. Mr. Thornhill paid forfeit with his Merlin colt out of Specie......out of Specie! what a horrible sound in a pedigree! Mr. Scott paid with his Zoe colt: this, I suppose, has something to do with specie too, and Mr. Chifney to be made first favorite, and not winning, is not to be done without.

Lord Orford's Clearwell, by Jerry, Sst. 7lb. beat Lord Chesterfield's Weeper, 7st. 11lb. a very interesting match for 200 sovs., the Two-YearOld Course, each party decidedly sanguine, although the betting was 6 to 4 on the offspring of Sorrow; but Clearwell was on his favorite course, was always, or could have been, a length first, and with this advantage the race ended.

The Oatlands Stakes of 50 sovs. each, h. ft., D. I., now engrossed every consideration, and if the weather had been fine, the company more numerous, and money plentiful, we should have had some spirited betting, as there were four or five favorites on nearly equal terms, 4 and 5 to 1 against, with backers and takers, though not numerous, yet strong and willing: it is, however, by no means uncommon, when people have great things to look upon, to neglect little ones altogether. This was the case on the present occasion: some sly handicapper, while others were dazzled by great names, put 6st. 12lb. on Mr. Hunter's Rouncival, one of the prettiest powerful horses on the Turf, and a weight just suited to Natty, one of the best light weights now in practice. Every three-year-old in the Stakes gave him weight-Beiram, for instance, 17lb.-a long distance, hilly course, and heavy ground : Rouncival of course won; the Duke of Cleveland's Trustee very near it, very forward, and Tommy Lye upon him much more so. Many think this lucky jockey "sets to," as they call it, much better on the North of the Trent than on the South of it; but 44

this must either be fancy or comparison: Mr. Walker's Consol, finely rode by Wm. Scott, was well up; as was Mr. Gully's Lady Fly. Beiram, Mouse, and Argent, all began to fail together somewhere near to the Duke's Stand. Many thought the pace Across the Flat far from killing. Be that as it may, it was the wet state of the ground that made it so distressing. I could not learn that anything like sums of money were won by any one but Mr. Hunter; and to prove that "it never rains but it pours," he received forfeit in the next race of 100 sovs. each, seven subscribers, to Forester, his Derby horse.

The list for WEDNESDAY presented us with the appearance of four interesting races, promising a slight peep into futurity; but the horses were either so well rode, or other matters so well managed, that we left the Heath with about the same stock of knowledge we took up with us.

The first race was the Column Stakes of 50 sovs. each, h. ft., R.M.: colts, Sst. 7lb.; fillies, 8st. 4lb.; mares that had not bred a winner allowed 3lb., sires the same; and if both, 5lb.-fifteen subscribers. Eight came to the post, and seven paid forfeit. Mr. Batson's Revelry, by Reveller, very nicely rode by Natt, got placed first by half a length, after being second in the betting; Lord Chesterfield's Dirce, first favorite, second (Connolly): Mr. Scott Stonehewer's Tarrare colt, although rode by Robinson, and his mother a witch, could only get third, but beat only half a length from the second. In Abingdon Mile Bottom the three looked like winning, with confidence in their faces, whatever their private notions might be; Revelry, however, shewed in the last few strides that she was equal at heart and better in stride. "How lucky Mr. Batson is, always to have a racer or two, and never keeps more than three or four horses!" Lucky! Oh! how (but for one reason) I hate the word, as if there was no such thing as merit in breeding, rearing, training, and riding. If I am to be on the Turf, pray let

me build my hopes on these, and not on luck.

Subscription for a 501. Plate: twoyear-olds, 7st.; three, 8st. 7lb.; and four, 9st.-Sir M. Wood's Contriver, his dam a Sister to Scheme, came in first. The people were delighted, particularly those that won, with the name Sir Mark gave his colt, and his plan of winning the race, which was done by a head, and the workmanship by Pavis, his jockey, quite equal, to the design; Lord Berners's Oscar filly, Camarine's dam, was second, but hanging to the left the last hundred yards no doubt made her lose ground: the other three being well up, made the thing quite complete. Lord Jersey liked the arrangement so much that he withdrew his Blunderer from fear of spoiling it; but those who lost their money lost their taste and good manners, when they told his Lordship he ought to have done it.

The Anson Dinner Stakes of 200 sovs. each, h. ft.: colts, 8st. 7lb.; fillies, 8st. 3lb., Across the Flat.Nine promised to be of the party at this sumptuous meal, but four of them made excuses and three deaths (which is no excuse, as you pay the same, dead or alive, unless you die yourself). This reduced the company to two. Lord Exeter took the head of course, with his colt by Sultan, his dam Emmeline, proposed by General Yates, and waited upon by Sam Darling. Lord Lichfield's filly by Sligo, which is no go" at all, at all," was lucky enough to be second when two started.

Sweepstakes of 30 sovs. each, 20 ft., for two-year-olds, Ditch Mile.— Three ran, and two paid:-a smart race; won by Colonel Peel's Malibran, half a length, rode by Natt with his usual excellence; Lady Charlotte second, equally well steered by little Rogers, who gives progressive promise of being first-rate; Mr. Ridsdale's Emperor third, beat by a head only from Lady Charlotte. Great desire being expressed by many to see Mr. Wood's Landscape colt in this race, Mr. Wood politely assured them> that according to his notions of the fine arts, a Landscape never looks so well as in fine weather.