Osborne seemed to make a great effort, which left no doubt on our minds that he had won, and we were not prepared to hear that he had had quite such a tight fit. The pace, calculated to half a second, was good for the last half of the distance, but still four were too near at the finish to make the year a great one. Ryshworth was "the surprise" of the day, and the Duke of Beaufort stuck to his old friend Pero Gomez with a pluck which was refreshing. As for the complete overthrowal of all Two Thousand running, except as regards the winner, we can only conclude that the hot pace which Belladrum made when he had a flat to stride over, and not a house-side to climb, somehow completely upset the stayers. The vast assembly in the enclosure were ominously silent. The ring had had a "nosc-ender," and no mistake, and the outer world had exhausted their sympathies on Belladrum, as he cantered down.

Of the jockeys, not one was up that rode in the Flying Dutchman Derby twenty years ago; and in fact all of them, except Bumby, have ceased to ride, and at least ten out of the twenty-six are dead. It was in that year that we believe John Osborne first came south (on a retainer for Šir Joseph Hawley), to ride Van Dieman, 5st. 6lbs., for the Goodwood Stakes. He began in '48 ; so he has just had a twentyone years' lease of the saddle before he takes that Epsom D.D., which fate denics to Fordham, as it did to Sam. Rogers before him. Old John was very proud of his lad being sent for, and running second, but he did not live to see him just oust "the cherry" for the Derby. Tom Dawson has now trained two Derby winners, Ellington and Pretender; a St. Leger winner, Blue Bonnet; and an Oaks winner, Our Nell, besides having a dead heat for the latter race with Gildermire ; so that he has done his part nobly. They may well drink his health, and "Johnny's," and "the Young Pretender," and all that sort of thing, wherever racing men do congregate this weck. Adventurer takes the Derby with his stock in his very first year, and settles the point decisively as to Newminster No. 2. Mr. Sadler, the breeder of the brown, waited and hoped long with old dead Ferina, and he has done the trick at last. The removal from "The Dust Hole" to the present sale field at Doncaster has been one of good omen. Kettledrum was bought in the D.H.; but already Formosa and Pretender have crowned Messrs. Tattersall's efforts since they shifted their pulpit into "a grass country." Mr. Padwick was strongly urged on by Mr. Edmund Tattersall to have a shye at Pretender, but the flash Peter from the Sadler lot the year before had disappointed him, as the "Finches" did when he followed that line of blood so boldly at the Royal sales. There will be some rare Dumfriesshire doings in honour of Messrs. Johnstone and Jardine. The former (brother to the late owner of Charles XII.) is well remembered in India as "Josto King of Spears," when he hunted his wild boar hounds; and whether it be coursing, racing, or foxhunting, Scotland has no truer supporters of the sport than himself and his cousins the Jardines. The Corrie meeting and the lawn meet at Castle Milk, "are witness if I lie ;" and Annandale may well rejoice that its sons have given the southrons such "a Lockerby lycke " at last.

OLD FRIENDSHIPS RENEWED-EXPLANATIONS.

Jemmy Wadham! With what astonishment did I look upon him-with what cordiality and warmth did I receive him! A contention of feelings-love, friendship, and surprise-ran through my heart with such rapidity that my brain reeled with the confusion. My love for him had always been with me an uncontrolable passion; and friendship, which, to my thinking, gives rise to even stronger sensations, being a tie more lasting and deeper-seated, if not so engrossing and selfish, as love, had never ceased to fill my mind. How indiscribable are the sympathies that spring from a mutual sincerity and good faith! The love of schoolboys is everlasting; the friendships of youth are enduring and unchanging; equally so are our first and early dislikings. How many of us have known and been intimate with boys in our own class that for no particular reason, no definable cause, do what they would, however kind or good-natured they might act towards us, we could never bring ourselves to like, trust, or fancy; and this, perhaps, throughout a long school career of several years. This is genuine juvenile discrimination of character, pure, unprejudiced, and founded on natural causes, which of themselves are unaccountable, but are nevertheless based upon an intuitive knowledge of opposite dispositions. And so unalterable are these impressions once formed amongst schoolfellows that, should they thereafter meet when in the bustle and business of the world, it matters not under what circumstances soever, whether in prosperity or adversity, in wealth or in poverty, instead of time having softened the rancorous feelings, it instantly revives at the sight of its antipathy, stronger even than ever, from its having perhaps smouldered in temporary oblivion.

Jemmy Wadham! Yes, there he was, in all the glory of youth, beauty, and high spirits-still apparently the same indomitable, highcouraged lad as of yore. His appearance, bronzed and darkened by climate, declared his daring nature, which had doubtless increased by experience and rough rubs in the service at sea, which was then in active action with the enemy. He was the picture of a man-o'-war's man, just such an one as Nelson loved to look upon-all heart and devil-me-care. His hat, thrown back off the forehead, gave loose to his flowing curls; his blue serge shirt, open to the breast, was held together by a broad black silk necktie; a short monkey-jacket; a pair of those peculiar-cut trousers, so cruelly pinching in certain unmentionable quarters, and so plentifully free in the extremities; shoes; a short stick, with a bundle at the end; and a quid of tobacco in his mouth to

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help him along his journey on the road. Such was now my quondam schoolfellow and runaway comrade Jemmy Wadham.

Real friendship must certainly contest the ground in the heart, even with true love and gallantry to back it; for I was in the act of getting down to re-enter the mail to my beloved Agnes, whose state I was momentarily more anxious about, when his presence completely averted my intention, and for the instant I confess that I gave myself up to friendship and Jemmy Wadham.

"Wadham!" I shouted, " is that you?" which is certainly a singular although a common mode of addressing one of whom I was sure of; but that, I believe, is the accepted and perfectly English method of making sure of identification on both sides.

He instantly stopped short, as if brought up by a gun. Looking up, it was evident that he could scarcely believe his own eyes, he was so amazed and overjoyed at the sight of me. It was also clear that he quickly recognized me, which was not very surprising, for I was indeed but little altered during our long separation. He knew me at the first glance.

"What, Guy! Good heavens!" he answered. "Well, I'm shivered! D―n me, but this is almost too good."

Without more ado, he threw up his stick and bundle, and in another second was seated by my side, our hands and hearts united.

Now if the reader will be so good as to refer back, he will find that the circumstances under which we parted were so extraordinary, and filled with so much suspicion against Wadham, that in the first heat of the moment of the unfortunate transaction, even I, his dearest friend and companion in the adventure, had serious doubts not only as to the propriety of continuing his acquaintance, but even as to the possibility of our ever again fraternizing and renewing our intimacy; but time, which "at last sets all things even," had so hardened my susceptibility and delicate sense of honour, and, after all said and done, there was so much room for easy doubt in the case against him, and that in truth he really had picked up the note-case as he had stated, that my entire regard and original admiration for him returned at the first grip of his palm, unaffected and more engrossing than ever. Besides, on reflection, I found my opinion of the honesty of society had greatly changed by my experience in the world, and I had begun safely to distinguish and pick out many rogues who were passing for upright, just, and moral men. Nevertheless our meeting was of such an exciting nature that it was difficult for some minutes for either of us to break the ice and commence a conversation, which of course must necessarily be filled with explanations on both sides.

At last, when our agitation had somewhat subsided and our hearts beat less violently, I ventured to ask Jemmy where he had been and what he had been doing for so long an absence?

"Everywhere and everything," he carelessly answered, "and have seen nearly everything worth looking at. I have been in the land of war and the land of peace; smelt powder in earnest, and made love in fun at every port; and, for a wonder, have brought away with me a good character for each accomplishment ;" and at this he drew from his pocket his parchment discharges. “But for all that I'm not a bit changed-not a bit, Guy. I am still the adventurous, impetuous boy,

that ever I was. I feel I must be stirring, ever moving, and seeking some fresh excitement; and, if I don't get on ashore, Guy, to my fancy, I shall be off afloat again as quick as I can. Ah, Guy," he burst out, "if you knew but half the delights of a life at sea, you would never crawl about the streets to make one of a crowd of good-fornothings, with hearts no bigger than peas, and their hands idly discussing what they were made for. Here on earth it is all falseness, lying, and deceit, mate with whom you may; expect nothing but selfishness and insincerity. If you have no money, you have no friends; if once down, there is no helping hand held out to you-no! down you may keep, and flounder about as best you can; or become dependent on relations, which is worse than slavery, and to which death is a relief to all parties; or, wandering about, you will be punished as a vagabond, and made to pump water for your brothers in distress. There is no more genuine feeling of humanity ashore than there is in the sole of my shoe when I've kicked it off."

At this manly sentiment he very nearly suited the action to the word, throwing up his leg high into the air, to the imminent danger of the coachman's hat. But, Jemmy, where are you going to?" I continued; "so far from home ?"

"Home, ah! you said home," he sharply replied; "thank God that delusion is over. I have none but old England, Guy; and if that is not home enough for a sailor, he will always find one big enough, and good enough, and ever ready to welcome him between hard planks of British Oak and his own dear wooden walls. One that awaits him filled with truth, sincerity, and a fellow feeling of kindness and affection ;" and his countenance lighted up with enthusiasm for his profession: "but let me tell you what you asked me, Guy," he resumed. "My father died whilst I was abroad; in the 'Mauritius,' I think; and he had so much affection for his only son, as to cut him off with a shilling; and here it is," said he, producing the galling legacy; "and be d-d if I don't keep it in the family too, now I have got it, and I made them give it me for shame's sake. The consequence of this generosity and paternal regard for me is, that my two sisters are heiresses, and have become all the rage amongst fortune hunters. The old stupid has been dead these two years. I have nothing to weep for, on the contrary, I can't help laughing at his petty spite and his ignor ance of my character. The girls, now they are so well to do, want me to stop with them, and have made me all kinds of offers not to go to sea again. However, I think they are better by themselves, for I don't suppose we should agree for a week together. The old man's money will do no one any good; it was got by the glorious uncertainty of the law, which has ruined many a confiding soul, and I don't regret the loss of it so much as I thought I should, at any rate I am free."

I was agreeably surprised at the great alteration in him for the better: his voyage round the world, together with his bold, honest, open-hearted associates had mightily improved him.

"Where are you bound to now Jemmy?" I asked, with considerable curiosity, at finding him so far from any sea-port.

"Oh, I'll show you, Guy, in half a minute," he hurriedly answered; at the same time feeling in his pockets, he produced a letter, which he opened and handed to me. "It is from my uncle," he gaily continued,

"I have never seen him; he disliked my father and was on bad terms with him; and for many years they had never spoken; but hearing of his will, he thought it a cruelty towards me, and you see has held out his hand towards the despised sailor boy."

The letter itself was to the following: "Dear James.—As soon as you arrive in England, don't waste your time in London; but come to me here at once; come as you are a man-o'-war's man, that I may the better judge of you.-Your Uncle Charles."

"There is something so genuine, so kind and meaning in the tone and insinuation of these few lines, although it is more than a twelvemonth old, that I could not resist it; so you see I have taken him at his word and am on the road to Carlisle, from which town he lives about ten miles or so. I preferred walking after such a voyage it will stretch my legs, besides the old gentleman is an out and out sportsman, and will admire the feat."

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"Bravo, Jem," I exclaimed; "it's a plucky thing to do, and no doubt it will help to put you on the right side at starting."

"Well you see Guy, he is very eccentric, as most old bachelors are, whimsical in most things, and fanciful in many, and has his own ideas upon everything." He then added with a sly wink, "besides he'sv ery rich; first of all he made a large fortune as a merchant in the city, and then inherited his grandfather's estate on which he now lives. He keeps hounds, harriers I believe, and shoots, hunts, and fishes all the year round; and is reckoned a keen hand at all three sports. He is very popular with his tenants and neighbours, and is noted for being a strict man of his word. Depend upon it, my dear Guy," he said smilingly, "he does not send for me for nothing; and he will be wonderfully pleased at the manner in which I come to him."

Having brought thus much of his doings to a close, he turned quickly round and faced me. With a dry, solemn, searching expression, he quaintly thus addressed me: "Pray, Mr. May, if you will excuse my inquisitiveness; may I be so rude as to beg of you to tell me what you are up to; and whither you are going; and what you do here; also what you have done with yourself since the day of the fight?"

"It being fairly my turn to unbosom myself, I very soon acquainted him with the particulars of my medical and legal careers, to which he listened with the greatest interest and was, at some passages of these, apparently highly amused. Getting towards the end of my history he suddenly interrupted me with great eagerness:

"But where are you going to now?" he inquired, "what the deuce brings you on to the mail?"

"Don't be so impatient, Jem," I answered, "and you shall hear all, however to ease your mind," I whispered, "I am hastening to Gretna."

"To Gretna-green ?" he echoed. "Well but I don't understand you at all. What takes you there?"

"The lady inside," I quietly replied.

With a loud and long whistle Wadham started back fairly astonished. This truly extraordinary expression gave evidence of disbelief. Fresh explanations only produced fresh wonderment in him; until at last, completely convinced of my position, he held out his hand, and with the affectionate squeeze of hearty friendship, he said in a low voice: