Benazet; 31lbs., however, was more than the old horse could concede, and he was beaten by a couple of lengths. On Wednesday a statement appeared in all the morning papers, to the effect that The Nun was struck out of the Metropolitan Handicap, which turned out to be untrue. The affair naturally excited a great deal of ill feeling, and many unpleasant comments were made; but it has been thoroughly sifted, and the mistake seems to have arisen from a stupid blunder of Mr. Topham's clerk, and was apparently unintentional. Several things connected with the race, were, however, rather peculiar, as The Lamb did not appear in the list of arrivals, being conveyed quietly to Kingsbury, and not one of the first four in the race was included in two or three lists of probable starters. Eleven "sported silk," and among them two Grand National winners, Alcibiade and The Lamb, the latter of whom was made favourite in spite of his 12st. 3ib. Halfa-mile from home The Nun, The Lamb, and Flatcatcher were the only ones in the race, and after a grand struggle, the mare won by a head, Flatcatcher being beaten two lengths from Lord Poulett's grey. Globule was fifth, and old Alcibiade, whose day has passed, did not go the course. Lord Poulett's luck was most tantalizing, as he ran second for both the great events of the meeting. On Thursday, the "private day," the sport was very inferior, Roving Maid won again, and Brick, at about the sixth time of asking, managed to come in first for a steeplechase. Greenland was so much shaken during his transit to Kingsbury, that he was unable to run, and Mr. Welfitt is about to commence an action against the railway company for damages. One or two flagrant cases of " roping" disgraced the two days at Bromley, but otherwise the sport was good, and the fields very large considering the time of year. Mars, who is a very superior plater, won two races, including the Bromley Winter Handicap, in which he carried 8st. 9lb., and conceded either weight or age to the other eleven. The Hurdle Race Plate was carried off by Pakrita, who is half-sister to Rama, and Vision (10st. 10lb.), won a Steeplechase Plate.

It may not be amiss at this season to run over a few of the principal winners from Sultan's day. Oscar, British Lion, Gilbertfield, Barrator, Waterloo, Canaradzo, Scotland Yet, Ciologa, Neville, Sam, Canopy, Jacobite, Cardinal York and Picton, Bold Enterprise, Blue Light, Black Cloud, Border Union, Matilda Gillespie, Motley, Tollwife, Ladylike, The Baron, Selby, Clive, Monarch, Mercury, Hughie Graham, and King Lear, &c., have all been touched upon in volume "South" of Field and Fern. Any quotations are the words of firstclass professional judges, from whom, in fact, the whole is derived. Sultan was own brother to Empress," and a good dog that Southport week," ," when he had 167 against him for the Cup; but he was not first-class, either in work or pace. Empress was the best of the pair, and her defeat of O Yes! 0 Yes!! 0 Yes!!! with one of the terrific Eaglesham hares, where "fur" does "run like fury," was her finest performance. She was a very handsome squarey bitch, with lots of wear and tear, and good all round, and was left in amongst the last six with her brother at Southport. Bugle was a short, thick and not a fashionable style of dog, with great pace and muscle, steady to his game, and clever in every way, though not a smooth runner, and with a curious style of pitching himself from his hind legs. His blood always united remarkably well with King Cob's. Earwig was not a

flyer, but he went a good steady pace. Emperor, the sire of O Yes! 0 Yes!! 0 Yes!!! was left in with Earwig for the Waterloo Cup, but Mr. Easterby declared Earwig (the worst of the two) the winner. Emperor was a very good dog, but rather thick and plain. Both of them were blacks; but one of them had a white tail end, nose, and claw. When Glider was in the slips with Rocket, there was no telling them apart, except by Rocket's black muzzle. Lord Sefton mistook them, and galloped back, shouting "Glider's won!" Mr. Robert Bennett bought Rocket, Ranger, Reuben, and a bitch for 120 gs. at Chatsworth, and Mr. Nightingale always considers that Rocket is the fastest he ever tried over, and Neville and Judge the next.

There is little question that Bloomsbury is the worst runner on the Waterloo Cup roll. Priam, by Emperor, was, " perhaps, the best big dog of his day." He ran at 74lbs., and yet he was a first-rate worker, and never gave a chance away. Mr. Pollok's Major was a fast, but not a first-class dog, and beat, among others, Father Tom McGuire's celebrated Irish bitch for a cool hundred aside. Still he could'nt use his hares as some of them can. All that can be said of Titania is that she was "6 a good steady bitch, but not a great one." British Lion was an every-lay dog, very game, and always ran respectably. Harlequin, a slow son of Emperor, won his courses by steadiness (which was his sire's speciality), and had a memorable one with Oliver Twist (brother to Senate). "Oliver" was "a great dog, and a wonderful killer." He won a 64 dog stake at Lytham, without being once challenged, and he killed every hare. This talent, with his teeth, was the more remarkable, as he had a short thick neck. He had great power, and went a rattling pace. Senate was a bad killer, but a rare wrencher, and a steady racing-like dog. He ran a hare at Lytham for a quarterof-an-hour, and in the next week he won the Waterloo Cup, for which Webb's Flirt ran up. He was "a wandy dog, full of muscle, and his wrenching had always this grand peculiarity, that he did not wrench. too hard; did not put them too far round, but gave no opening, and kept the game to himself. It was done in the real Eglinton Waterloo style, he never wrenched the hare out of his line."

Shade was a useful steady bitch; handsome, but with no remarkable pretensions in pace or work. Slater's Sandy ran hares in a dodging sort of way, but he got well placed for all that. Magician was a racing-like dog, with good speed to his hare; high on the leg, but with no great wear-and-tear about him. Hughie Graham's finest race in the Waterloo Cup was with Staymaker. He got very badly away from the slips, and Staymaker led in a most splendid racing stretch. Hughie got up inch by inch, and headed the dog sixty yards from the hare. He gave two or three wrenches, and then turned her into Staymaker's mouth. The shouting was tremendous. Tom Oliver was so delighted, that he threw himself down on the bank, and roared with pleasure, and kicked up his legs "like some one daft." Mr. Temple, true to his usual way of expressing his satisfaction at a very grand course, promptly lay on his stomach, and threw his heels over his back. Hughie had another fine trial with Mocking Bird, in the Waterloo Cup. She had a particularly fine eye to a hare, and when it disappeared in a ground hollow, she exactly marked where it would re-appear, and gained a length or so, while Hughie ran out a bit. She got two or three wrenches, and then Hughie was busy again, and

she killed out of his mouth. "The Bird" wanted a very fast stout hare, as she was not a remarkable worker, and Ebb fairly beat her on this point at Amesbury, "She threw herself at her hare farther off than any greyhound I ever saw." Egypt was a thick, little, short, dog rather like Jacobite.

Cerito had fine pace, and sense to correspond; and her heaviest beating at Altcar was when she met Dalton-a dog who put in a great deal of work in a little time-for the Plate. "As a

killer, there was nothing like her for safety and science. Her measure was perfection. She would never make a flying kill, but draw herself back and be ready for the turns, and kill them just on the bend or the broadside." Grass was her forte. Waterloo

(a bad killer), on the contrary, was all for bare fallows, and went as light as a cork over it. Wicked Eye was a rare drain-jumper; in fact, she skimmed them in her stride like a swallow, and could always make a couple of lengths at them. Protest ran very much in her style, and with great spirit; but she was not in such small compass, and took more time to settle. For pace she beat Riot in a short course; but Mr. Randell's bitch was a steadier worker. Sackcloth was a good steady dog, and a very close worker, beautiful both at his turns and wrenches. He was one of the British Lion blood, "an every-day dog," and the amount of travelling which he had to Ashdown and back before he won the Waterloo Cup has known no equal. Judge, whom he beat in the fourth course for the Cup, was a grand dog, and a great worker when he settled. For work, pace, and fencing combined, Riot has perhaps never had a peer, but like Patent she failed twice in the Waterloo Cup. Reveller (Seagull) had not her pace, but he ran in very determined style when he had steadied down and ceased to rush. Rival was a lovely fencer; and she never gave coursers a greater treat than at Sundorne, when the hare threaded a holly-fence near the Castle, and she and the other dog were in the air, like acrobats, one after the other. There were never so many lamentations heard at Altcar as when Sunbeam failed to beat King Lear for the Cup. He had had a fearful bucketing the day before, as, when he had run Tempest to a standstill, he took off with a hare to Hill House. His great point was his beautiful, smooth working; but his pace was not like Judge's. Effort went a great pace, and put in plenty of work in the earlier part of the course. If the hare lived, he would slacken and then come again. This style was very observable in his courses both with Barman and Prizeflower at Hampton Court. Regan went with great fire, which he did not communicate to his stock, and was a rare timber and iron-hurdle jumper. He had fine pace, and led Woodpigeon at Patshull Park farther perhaps than one greyhound ever led another. Cardinal York's style was nice, but not equal to Picton's. Little Trip-the-Daisy had a low, stealing way with her, and was wonderfully game. When she beat Belle of the Village at Sudbury, she ran the hare till it dropped dead, and was so exhausted that she had to be carried to her carriage in Mrs. Cartwright's rug. Bribery had a slow, game, and persevering style. She would get to her hare, drive it a mile, but not kill it. Sapphire was great over the Downs. He would go through a 64-dog stake without ever being challenged, and made courses short by killing.

Maid of the Mill was a fine big racing bitch, a little too arched in her back, and a trifle lacking in length. At Waterloo she fairly ran round Blue Hat in a short course; but she beat Sampler handsomely in a noble one. Roaring Meg was very determined and steady-not very fast, but so very persevering. Canaradzo had very fine pace, fire, and working power. He commanded himself beautifully, and was particularly determined and clever in closing with his hare. In his Waterloo Cup he gave Faldonside a regular towelling, and only let Gilbert get first turn by favour of the ground. His stock were generally rather quarrelsome, and required work. If they were bad, they were very bad, or the reverse. The dogs, on the whole, have been best. His sister Sea Pink always went best over Altcar; but, owing to temper, she would often throw out very wild turns, like Protest in her first course. She was a game bitch, and she never showed it so much as when she came again in a course at Sudbury, where Bribery had got her beat. Sea Foam was rather faster than her, and very much steadier. Chloe's thighs, hocks, and back-ribs are perfection: if she has a fault, it is that she is half-an-inch too long in her fore-legs. She was a little short of fire from the slips, but had good pace, always greater than Rebe's in her stretch, was smooth in her work, and clever with her teeth. It is upon this last point that her consort King Death's fame principally rests; and some of his cross-kills were very beautiful to see. Bluebell had the same talent, and saved some courses out of the fire by it. Ciologa, the best of the Scotland Yets, was also a wonderful flying killer, and went through a 32-dog stake at Sudbury with only one point against her, made by Klaphonia.

Patent was a dog of great power, not especially fast, but very cool and steady, and certain to kill when he once got possession. He had a nice style of driving, and went beautifully from his turns; one of his cleverest kills was at Tredegar, when he fairly grabbed puss as they flew a fence together, and again when he beat Calabaroono in Scotland. Like all the Davids, he did not excel on marsh or ploughed land. Like David, again (whose bitches don't require much work), he never seemed tired. After being beat at the Waterloo, he wound up with three cups in a month at Hereford, Ashdown, and the Scottish National. In the Craven Cup he had a splendid half-mile straight with Riotous Hop-picker. They ran almost locked from Kingston Warren Bottom to Compton Bottom; and then the dog began to draw out, and reached his hare two lengths first. Save and except Master Macgrath, Mr. Warwick considers him quite the best dog of the last seven or eight seasons. David was a steady and cautious dog, and not a flyer. He had ordinary pace, and did not close resolutely with his game. He was unlucky in his Waterloo Cup, and went head-over-heels into a ditch; but his name lives in his stock, when far flashier greyhounds are forgotten. Calabaroono had fine pace, and a deal of cleverness. Still, Jessica was very nearly too much for him in the Plate at Altcar. She was getting very busy at last; but the hare did not live long enough. Rebe was one of the most persevering bitches that ever was put in slips at Altcar; and she went a good pace as well. She had a remarkably clever way of taking a drain and then stopping herself; and she twice over did Sea Pink by that dodge, as the latter got over and tumbled about, while the black was uncommonly busy. King Death had only just the best of the pace

with Rebe in the Waterloo Cup run-up; but the hare soughed. Theatre Royal "just wanted a little pace, or she would have been quite first-class." Kingswater's action was as smooth as oil, but he was rather soft-hearted. His pace was wonderful, and he had cleverness to correspond. His finest course was with Romping Girl for the Douglas Cup, in the Greenfields at Abington, Crawfurd St. John. It was a very long slip; and they ran neck-and-neck for three hundred yards, when Romping Girl drew out and got first turn. Kingwater had the second, and the bitch the third; and then she raced past him, and ran her hare to a standstill. Romping Girl's daughter, Restless Belle understood driving in the highest degree. She would drive them a mile, and never bring them round, and let nothing else get in. Prize Flower could go a good pace, and delighted in long, game courses; and Belle of the Village was very staunch, and excelled in a long, driving course on the downs. Cauld Kail was a very steady and smooth runner, but not exactly brilliant. Fieldfare was not fast, but smooth at her turns; Silkworm had good pac', but did not like to be punished; Cheerboys was a very game dog, and ran like a puppy at Ashdown, in his fifth season; Grand Master was a rare puppy until he met with his accident; and Mr. Warwick always quotes the way in which he knocked about a hare on the Black Hill, Abington, as a marvellous specimen of “high art."

Brigadier went rarely through the Liverpool Cup, and was only once challenged by Field Fare. He was so clever with his hare, that she must have jumped over him to get in. This was once done at Hordley, by Butterfly by Lopez, and she won the Cup by it. His daughter, Brigade, is a beautiful bitch, with great pace, very determined, and very clever withal. She goes faster from her turns than Jane Anne (now Sweet Briar), who clever and game as she was, rather lacked pace. Bab at the Bowster was hardly so brilliant as Brigade last season, but very determined and clever, and goes a great pace. In fact, she is good all round, and seems even better this season than she was last. Lobelia was good at all points, and never was greyhound more cut up than her in her first course, for the Waterloo Cup, with Lord Soulis, and yet she went through the stake, and won it. She was just too clever for Trovatore all that season; but Master Macgrath was in turn too much for her, when they met in the Waterloo Cup. The Irish dog's pace and tact were almost supernatural. He jumped a ditch into the road with Lobelia ; the hare came short back over the hare-bridge, and the dog jumped back, and nailed her as she came over, to use Mr. Warwick's words, "just as a cat does a mouse." "It was," he added, "the cleverest thing I ever saw." In the early part of the course, Lobelia led on the inside, he raced past her, and put the hare to her, then he gave her another go bye, and then came this remarkable kill. Cock Robin is a brilliant, but still a deceptive sort of dog, whom no one cares exactly to back. In his Waterloo Cup, run up with Master Macgrath," The Cock" was favoured from the slips, and it was a species of circle sailing, but the black always went past him, although Cock Robin ran very honest and true. Many said that Charming May would have done more with the Irish wizard, but Mr. Warwick thought very differently.