as an opening. "Oh very much moosh-most beautiful." "Where were you? ?" "We did come late by that train, and we go into the Queen's stand below; but dat was full, and there was luncheon laid out -ham!" And here the excellent Mahometan pulled up for an instant. On again. "The King he say to me, What for the people stare so? Do they take me for wild beast? I say, Oh no, your Majesty; it is the ladies, your Majesty-they look at you because they all love you." "Who won that last race?" "I cannot tell you. It was Zi-dam. No, dat was not de name. Gyd-see-ah! that was it; thank you. It was beautiful race. I be so pleased. I see him on the left side. He make just von great plonge, and then he take it in a minute. That was de race. I like dat Fisherman. I see him come forward, and then he in his place. But de Gyd-see-that is de horse-he win in a minute, and I do scarce see it. What a beautiful horse that Lincoln !-such a sweet white facewe all like him so. But that Fisherman, he make us larf-his back just like a knife. Dey must give him no hay and corn for a week." And so these commentaries ended. I should have had four pages at least out of him, but the guard found out that there was some fun going on, and cruelly invited him into the break, "drew" him all the way to London, and I saw him no more.

Rosabel and Zitella made a clipping contest of it at Hampton, and certainly, however distinguished the Doctor may be at cures, he is no hand at making a good objection. What a form this makes of North Lincoln, who gave Rosabel 9 lbs., and could really have given her 15 lbs. up the Ascot hill! Newminster had another throw in with Minster and like West Australian, his winners seemed to come as thick as blackberries in a fortnight. The latter was in force at Newton with Adelaide, a rather leggy one, while Hesperithusa had dropped her seven-league Hunt Cup boots, and Captain White, true to his old Lancashire cocking recollections, got a rare stakes with Gilliver, "pace clipping from end to end."

Newcastle was a bad meeting, although the company was very great on the Northumberland Plate day. The ground was like flint, and the course anything but level; and it appears to have been cut up in winter. That nice even-made horse Underhand gave Fobert a turn, by winning the Northumberland Plate at 17lbs. more than he did last year. No horse has won it twice in succession before, except St. Bennett, who seems to have fetched, in his old age, just half as much as the £10 Muley Moloch. Fobert has luck with this Plate, as he won it three times for Lord Eglinton, making five times in thirteen years. Schuloff, the winner of the Tyro, is in the Derby, and will be found a smart one before the end of the year. He is not only backward, but was shut out at the distance; and if Basham had not pulled his mare out of the way, Ashmall would have been sent over the rails. Peto's win in the Corporation Plate was solely owing to his being clear of the two or three who cannoned about the T.Y.C. post, and broke Pelissier's neck in the ditch.

Abingdon brought Rosabel out in her old form, with that clever and civil young jockey, J. Goater, on her back. He will not, we trust, lose anything by having cut his Findon connexion: Wells has not; and really won everything before him at Chelmsford. It was the same story for him at Stockbridge, with Musjid, Fitz-Roland, and Beadsman. The former is a horse that we should feel rather in

clined to throw up, and keep strictly for the Derby. He looks as if he never would have great pace; and Merryman, quite a two-year-old horse, must be a rock a-head to him on the Champagne, although there are rumours that both of them belong to Sir Joseph Hawley. Of Fitz-Roland's Leger chance we have no great notion, as he looks a mere handful. If great care is taken of him, The Kelpie will not be far off there. When are we to have the great point settled, whether Ignoramus can really stay two miles? Here he certainly ran the distance, but took nearly a minute more than a four-year-old at 8st. 4lb. ought to occupy.

The histories of Cherokee, the dam of North Lincoln, and its sire Pylades, are quite a romance. In 1852, Baron Rothschild bought the dam of Orestes from Mr. Hobson,' with Pylades by Surplice at her foot, and she was sent to Iago. In the spring of the next year the young one cut the front of his fetlock with a flint, and became so useless that the Baron gave him back. He grew into a leggy sixteen-hand threeyear-old, hardly fit, from his looks, to cope with 6st., and was travelled one season (1855) in Lincolnshire. At four years old he was made fresh, and sent to Lincoln fair, where he was sold by auction for £15; and soon afterwards he died, perfectly unregretted by his county. Mr. Hobson had put Cherokee to him, and had North Lincoln out of her; and she was then served by Orestes-whose death, by-the-bye, was occasioned by being cast in his stall, and injuring his spine. He then sent her with another mare to be sold by Mr. Curtis, at York. The other mare was sold, but she found no customer; and eventually got, by private contract, into the Rev. Mr. Nevile of Thorney's, hands, who wanted to make a hack of her, when she proved not to be in foal. As soon as North Lincoln turned up trumps, three or four were after her, but could not find her. Mr. Hobson was one of them; but he had no better clue than the rest, till the man who sold her remembered that the price had been paid by a cheque through the Brigg bank. The cashier was consequently applied to; and on looking back, he found that it was Mr. Nevile's cheque. Accordingly that gentleman was at once, but very cautiously, sounded. He had not the most earthly idea that the mare was Cherokee, but simply that she was no great roadster, in consequence of a sand-crack, and was seemingly barren; and he therefore said they might have her back at the price he paid. Accordingly, back the mare came to Mr. Hobson again; and she has been just covered by The Cure, who is at present the great Lincolnshire pet. It is said that Earl Fitzwilliam has offered Mr. Hobson £500 for her in vain, and that the latter has refused £1,000 from Baron Rothschild for his half-share in the flyer. The latter was not fully found out by his stable before Epsom; and they were not very sweet on their chance there, from the fact of his having such a habit at exercise of jumping the road when he crossed it. He gathered himself up, and did the same in the race, which lost him some two or three lengths; but he could well afford that, though such a propensity might have been fatal if he had been in the Derby. It seems that Baron Rothschild and Mr. Hobson each thought that the other would have put him in that race, so between two stools he has fallen.

George Brown "has joined Schedule G"; and we have been told that Mr. Hildyard's celebrated grey cart-horse, who won at Salis

bury, and was sold for 300 gs., is dead. Mr. Jaques now wants, it is said, £2,500 for Weatherbit, whom the Yorkshiremen like much for his own and their beloved Sheet Anchor's sake. Hobbie Noble is at Cawston Paddocks once more, where Birdcatcher is lively and well, after having his back well shampooed and iodined; and Honey Dear has been to see him. This was the mare poor Cook's executors made some work about. We saw his grave the other day. There is no tombstone; and pilgrims' feet have kicked a great hole in the side of the mound, to search for memorial pebbles to sell or take away. "S. Timmis, Corn-merchant," lives in Palmer's house, and Ben Thirlby thrives among his calomel; but "Jerry Smith" died on New Year's Day. Miss Palmer has married the young gentleman who came to Rugeley in full Highland costume, determined to woo and win her, and they live with the old lady opposite the church.

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The Four-in-Hand Club had their fourth and last meet of the season on Friday last, and mustered 19 strong at the Hercules Statue. Duke of Beaufort (president); the Marquis of Stafford (vice-president); the Earl of Sefton, Sir M. S. Stewart, Hon. W. G. Craven, Captains Baillie, Wingfield, and Cooper, and Messrs. W. Morritt, Macgenis, Thornhill, and Hughes, &c., being among the number. The president's team is not great, but none excel him in his style of sitting and driving. The Earl of Sefton's turn-out was quite a new one, in his father's fashion; in fact, the Sefton colours everywhere-bay horses and darkblue drag, picked out with yellow. Captain Cooper is one of, if not the best driver, and gets out of difficulties at a glance. His drag also derives a good deal of character, from its red blinds. Mr. Macgenis's team of browns is perhaps as good as any for work; though, take it altogether, Mr. W. G. Craven's turn-out- —a dark-blue, picked out with red and white-can challenge anything, as the horses are remarkably showy. One of them, a bay leader, with white stockings, will be long ere it finds a match. The club was originally confined to 26, but its numbers are beyond that now.

The hunter sales of May and June, excluding Sir Watkin Wynne's, have not had very many crack horses in them. Cassio (who has held endless levees along with King Dan), has been the horse of the 1858 season as Maximus and Abd-el-Kader were of the last. The latter has not, we believe, turned out particularly well, either in steeple-chasing or hunting. At Tattersall's, few have attracted more notice than Mr. S. Lucy's Grayling. Considering that they were only a twelve stone lot of horses, none have comparatively fetched such prices since Sir William Stanley's sale. The Grayling is a remarkably nice coloured grey, about eight years old, and was second with his owner up, for one of the Warwick steeple-chases. We first remember his being sold for 60 gs. by Mr. Oldaker, then for 120 gs. twice over; then came two sales, the figures of which we do not know, the last to Mr. Lucy, at which time the horse had not seen a fence, and even now he will not always have it. Mr. Padwick bought him at 280 gs., for Mr. Tredcroft, of the H.H., who is said, by-the-bye, to have more than 70 couples of hounds in his kennel. Another grey, Bluebeard, was bought by Lord Winchelsea for 220 guineas; and then Lord Chesterfield and Mr. Kench had a good rally for Brown Stout—- short-legged, long and low huntsman's horse, up to weight, and with fired hocks-and the commoner won at 230 gs. There has also been a draft of six from

Lord Yarborough's, two of which-Provost by the Provost, and Sleight-of-Hand by Sleight-of-Hand-were knocked down to Mr. Anderson, of Piccadilly. Another black horse only fetched 35 gs.; and Tom Smith (who has not been so well mounted as his whips) was no doubt not sorry to get rid of him. Mr. Beavan's were all bought in, save Hornpipe, who went at 190 gs., or thereabouts, to Lord Sandwich-we trust for Davis. Buying-in was also all the order of the day in the Cheshire sale, on which the Times has fastened. This was the drop-scene of the Cheshire trago-comedy. It had been freely said, for weeks before, that after the manner in which Captain Mainwaring had treated the M. F. H. committee, and the announcement of his expulsion from Boodle's in consequence, many great hunting men would not bid; and it was no doubt owing to his cognizance of their intentions that he determined to protect himself by heavy reserves in the hands of friends, and took eleven horses back. Magnet, a yellowish bay, was as much talked about as anything, but he is said to be very warm with hounds. He ran in one of the Brixworth Steeple-chases this year, and is now in Sir George Wombwell's hands, at 240 gs. Lord Grosvenor has not been to Tattersall's for his Cheshire horses, but is picking them up by agents in the country. Two have been got near Melton, and some more in Lincolnshire-the figure generally between 80 to 150 gs., or perhaps hardly so high. Some of Earl Shelbourne's carriage-horses were very handsome, and Mr. Banks, the dealer, gave 220 gs. for a black one with white legs for Mr. Todd Headley; while Mr. M'Almont bought another, a rather Roman-nosed dappled-brown, which was not so gaudy, for 175 gs.

Tom Sebright's favourite, Ottoman, who has run six seasons tohead in his hands, has been lent to Mr. Arkwright, who has long been. anxious to have him. The two couple of bitches by him out of Rally are doing well, and with another litter, will form part of the sixteen couple Tom is putting forward this year. Last season he was unlucky, and hence there was only one dog and bitch entered by him. Since then he dipped into him pretty deep, and several of the puppies out at quarters are by him. Will Goodall (who has borrowed Norman from Mr. Meynell Ingram) has a very good Ottoman in his pack, and John Walker and Charles Payne, Mr. Scratton, and many other kennels, have sent bitches to him. Two couple of bitches out of the three, which the latter gentleman sent to Milton, were so destined. He is a low, lengthy dog, with especially great bone, and requires rather an airy Dick Christian's grandson, who was second whip here, has gone to Badminton's, and is succeeded by a lad from the Danebury stable.

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The Earl of Yarborough's prize hunting whips, for the best dog and bitch puppy, have been awarded to Mr. Frere Holgate, of Keelby Grange, and Mr. Thomas Brooks, of Croxby. Fifty-two couples were out at quarters (which is 35 couple short of what have been put out), and 32 couple came in. Of these 14 couple were selected, but Tom Smith put two couple back, and only brought 5 couple of dog-hounds and 6 couple of bitches before Captain Percy Williams, who was the sole judge on this occasion. There was no question as to Nero by Nelson (by the Duke of Rutland's Falstaff), out of Flourish, being the best dog; though Notable, a son of old Noble's, and bred by Mr. Bingham, of Swallow, was very clever. Nelson is an old blue dog, and has gone to

the Duke of Buccleugh's. Noble by Ranter has been lent to Will Goodall, and Tom Smith has got in exchange Comus by their Champion, out of their Barmaid. Noble is rather a shabby hound, somewhat long and weak below the knee, and knocked down a bit by seven seasons of work. Mr. Brooks has never won a whip since they were first given ten years ago, and in this case his bitch Prattler by Villager (by Mr. Foljambe's Royster), out of Parody by the Duke of Beaufort's Remus, was hard pressed by Needful, who was walked by Mr. William Brookes, of Fonnerby. She was a sister to the prize dog, and was fully as clever as Prattler, but hardly big enough. The whips are made in Callow and Son, of Park-Lane's best style, of Malacca cane, ornamented with a silver-band, on which is represented a fox at full speed, and pounds after him.

The distemper has been very bad in the kennel, and 6 couple have been lost, dying in fact, almost eighteen hours from the time of their seizure. It seemed to attack and paralyze the loins at once; and when they were opened, there were long deep furrows of matter on each side of the back-bone. One or two have since been blistered instantly, which seemed to arrest the complaint. The reports of foxes are still not great, and it will be long before the county gets over the effects of the foolish counsellor who whispered to the second Lord Yarborough that foxes were far too thick, and caused some seventy brace to be dug out, killed, or transported. They are making great exertions to get foxes again, but it is said that eight cubs have been worried. Hunting, owing to the scarcity, ceased late in February, and they did not renew it when the frost broke up. They had, however, one more, and that a tremendously fast thing of twenty-five minutes, when they were out at exercise, early in April. Crossing the line of a fox, off they went; and the whips and huntsmen, who were merely on cubbers, could not stop them, and so to ground at Kexby. Last year the three gorse covers were sown down, and this year Chase Hill has been taken in hand, and several views in the woods going towards the Mausoleum, which had been devoted to barley, have been turned to gorse account once more. Rockwood and his son Regent seem the fashionable hounds of the kennel; and Jack Morgan has sent some bitches to the latter and Villager. Sir John Trollope has got two couple of the draft this year, and Tocock took a couple with him to Surrey. Mr. Arkwright has bespoken the draft for next year; and we hear that Lord Dacre and Mr. Drake have divided Will Goodall's between them this year. Francis Beers, who whipped in here a couple of seasons, has not gone to Pau, but to a hunting-box near Odessa, where he is huntsman to Count Brunetsky's wolf-hounds.

Among later changes, we hear that Mr. George Cooke has taken the Tiverton. The Craven men ought to scratch fifteen or twenty couple together, and let old Ben Foote try his hand again twice a-week; for no one understands their "cold, cheerless country" so well. Mr. Theobald intended to have taken it, but a friend who would have joined with him in the responsibility, died very suddenly, owing to a severe fall from a pony. Powell, who was first whip to Lord Southampton for a few weeks, has gone to Lord Middleton's; and Charles Neale, who was second horseman at Lord Henry Bentinck's, has entered with the Southwold. John Jones is now hunting the Linlithgowshire and Stirlingshire. The complaint is everywhere, that decent first-whips are not to be got, and