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cession, as they did nearly the whole of the following day. I was thus soon convinced, that, inauspicious as were first appearances, we should have a bumper, which was made manifest. Monday presented as splendid a show of company as I ever witnessed, except on two occasions, during my knowledge of Newmarket, now upwards of some thirty years or more.
Seven races appeared on paper, and an incessant deluge of rain for the like number of hours, occupied the attention of the people the first day.
The Craven Stakes closed on the previous Saturday with the unusual small number of ten subscribers, and six of these only came to the post-no doubt the owners of the other four, choosing to throw away ten pounds each, rather than expose their horses to weather so unpropititious. They came well away together a very small part of
may be called running; but of all
The Riddlesworth (once called the Great), now dwindled down to only five at the post, was the third race, and, except in numbers, almost as ridiculous as the last the Brother to Emilius won like an Eclipse; and so little was it expected, that the friends of his Noble owner desired that he should pay forfeit; but the Duke happen
way (which is across the Flat), when Lamplighter and Pastime, as first and second, took leave of the rest, and bustled along handsomely to the bushes, head for head; here the rider of Pastime very cleverly for a time concealed from her and the public her defeat, but which the veteran Buckle, on Lamp-ed to say on one occasion to his lighter, soon discovered, and calling upon his horse, shewed his superiority-the two made a good race; the rest beat a long way, and all easily placed. Chateau Margaux, who was first favorite, shewed that he is either gone off, cannot run a short distance, or go in dirt. Belzoni exhibited similar deficiencies.
The second race, also a sort of Trial Stakes, but handicap-threeyear-olds in some instances giving weight to four-year-olds, and several running on equal terms-if it
groom, previous to leaving England, "do as you like with this colt;" so, having authority, the groom chose to exercise it, and accordingly ran him, by which he put thirteen hundred pounds into his excellent master's pocket, and made the horse of considerable value, who previously was worth but a mere trifle. Magnet could not run a yard: Advarce, the favorite, still worse. Here the superstitious might say, they with the rest were spell bound, and not ridden, for there was no riding in the case.