sant ways. At Wetherby he was seated on the first benches, side by side with Lord Hawke (who is also dead and gone), watching Orvis, who was so chaffed about coming in grey trowsers, bring out the beautiful Badsworth lemon pyes, Niobe, Nosegay, and Novelty, for a wellearned victory.

Mr. Anstruther Thomson was to have judged at Beverley, but he could not leave London, where he and Iris were having their portraits taken by Sir Francis Grant. Mr. Scratton was his proxy, and made up, with Lord Galway and John Walker, an excellent bench. It would have been well if this mode of making up the bench had been resorted to years ago, as the presence of a professional judge, like Walker, gives force to the decisions, which never attaches when the bench consists entirely of gentlemen amateurs, be they M. F. H.'s or not. Mr. Chaplin's two couple, all of them by Dorimont, came on and won again. They had more power than the Brocklesby, and were more even than the York and Ainsty lot, in which there were some of the Nelson and Comedy litter. Nosegay and Novelty, of the same litter helped the latter kennel, to a well-earned victory in the class for two-couple bitches, but Peter had left Niobe at home, and put Dauntless in her place. The Brocklesby was second again, and here it was not upon the score of substance, but of quality, that they were beaten. The Burton were not so even, and one of them was a pure white. Lord Middleton's were not remarkable, and Norah had a set of paps almost on the ground. The Brocklesby then began to pull up, and after a long struggle, Royal, a clever, but not a dog of great substance, defeated Leader by Lincoln, of the Holderness, in the dog puppy class. The judges thought Leader a little heavy on the top of his shoulders, but one or two of the masters of hounds did not see it. Jack Backhouse, with his beaming face, was there with Leader, and full of his curious Yorkshire sayings. He said at Wetherby last "I've been year, what they call commended,' and I'll get a prize yea now.' was the prize at last, a £5 for second, and a £2 gratuity. struck with the getting up of the tie of one of his brother huntsmen, that he would insist that it was starched and ironed on him. It certainly is quite a Beau Brummell tie, and we understand that it is frequently put on without "a failure," which the beau's, if history be true, was not.

And here Jack was 30

The Bishop of Oxford, who was staying with Mr. Sykes, came in about this time, and took his seat between his brother peers, Lords Macclesfield (the master of hounds in his own part of Oxfordshire) and Lord Wenlock. His lordship could not resist Jack's look, so he went up to have a word with him; and Jack, holding Leader first by the stern and then by the head, and lecturing over him to a church celebrity who knew as much he could tell him about hounds, was a very quaint grouping. Jack must call one of his next batch of puppies "Winchester" in honour of the interview, as his lordship is apparently booked for that diocese.

The bitch puppies for which Bramham Moor Syren beat Middleton Safely were not remarkable; and Brocklesby Royal won the cup for the puppies of both sexes easily. The representatives of Brocklesby, Holderness, and the York and Ainsty had then a determined tussle for the stallion "fiver." Holderness Lincoln was perhaps a little too

heavy forward and too full of flesh, and at last the neck and shoulders gave it to rather a plain dog, Racer, from the York and Ainsty. Lord Galway was very communicative, and called out the decision and reasons fto Lord's Macclesfield, Wenlock, and Mr. Fox, who were sitting together, rom the flags, and added "I daresay you think us wrong!" We did not like the York and Ainsty brood bitch, and she had no chance with the Brocklesby Graceful by Grove Bellman. Mr. Parrington called up the huntsmen and distributed the sovereigns when all was over; and Nimrod long might well be congratulated on his lucrative Manchester, Lincoln, and Beverley circuit.

On the whole, it was not such a lively affair as we have sometimes known it, and the covered seats were never more than half full. Mr. Hall's lunch was a great attraction, and before the show was half over there were a good many cases of "stoleaway" to the flesh pots of Scorboro'. Old Will Danby came over to the old spot, and, when a photographer got the huntsmen and the judges into a group, he was hanging back in his modest way till Mr. Tom Parrington took him by the collar and compelled him to come for "auld lang syne" on to the flags. Will yielded to "the gentle violence," and he and his little round hat will reach posterity with his juniors. There were many there who do not remember the time, between '28 and '40, when Will was the most faithful of first whips and kennel huntsmen to Mr. Tom Hodgson, and when, with only a horse apiece and 30 couple of hounds, they performed such prodigies among the foxes. Will is very busy all summer with his garden, at nearly eighty, but he couldn't resist coming to the old spot. The Tiger, the scene of so many merry nights in his time, has disappeared. Mr. Hall was again reminding him about the Lammas stream business, and Will was nothing loath to remember how he got over on a £15 grey, while "the Squire," on his 400 guinea brown, got" stabled between banks." The meeting was quite a success, and that unhappy railroad between Malton and Driffield, which loses a cool thousand per annum, must have had a small benefit. Wakefield is the fixture for next year, and, as it is in a good fox-hanting district, we hope to see the scarlet coats in their wonted place once more, with a still stronger entry. We see that some complaint has been made about the press not learning the hound decisions. It must be a mere sentimental grievance. Mr. Tindall was the steward in attendance, but there was no need to ask him about the decisions, as they were virtually given out as they were made. Lord Galway called them out to his friends, and the winning huntsmen were formally informed; and, in fact, there was no difficulty about the matter, and certainly none thrown in the way by Mr. Parrington. We wish the press received half the consideration in many places that they do at that gentleman's hands.

Poor sport at Goodwood and a horrible mixture of fog and rain at Brighton served to make the Sussex fortnight far less enjoyable than usual; while the two-year-old running was particularly tame and uninteresting. Blue Gown and Vespasian met for the fourth time in the Craven Stakes, and the former scored his third win by a head, though "a very exact reporter, who puts almost "too fine a point on it," says three hundred yards from home both were pulling double, but Vespasian was pulling the harder." It was "hard lines" for the old New

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minster, who was beaten the same distance in this race last year. Sunshine hardly maintained her Epsom and Newmarket reputation, as the Basquine filly got every ounce out of her in the Lavant Stakes. admirers, however, aver that she requires a distance, and she was firmer than ever in the Derby quotations, in spite of the heavy support awarded to her "dark" stable-companion, Macgregor. Fichu's performance in the Stewards' Cup was only a second edition of Tibthorpe, and as old Salliet, who was third in '68, managed to run second, carrying 8lbs. more than on that occasion, she ought to win at the next "time of asking." Hermit broke another blood-vessel, and is said to have run for the last time. The rich Ham Stakes fell to Kingcraft, who had nothing but Sunlight to beat, which he did in rather a slovenly fashion; and as his defeat by Mahonia over the severe Ascot course is still fresh in our remembrance, we should like to see him win over more than half-a-mile before taking 10 to 1 about him for the Derby. A slight sensation was furnished in the Findon Stakes, as neither Guy Dayrell nor Alaric had any chance with Burgundy; but to make up for the defeat of the favourites in that race, The Starter carried off the Stakes just as he pleased, after lying second all the way. Gamos and Gertrude, both Saunterers, had a head-and-head fight in one of the Bentinck Memorials, but the former is still unbeaten. "The Course, which was now a thick and yielding carpet, over which the thoroughbreds bounded with joy"-we quote from one of the sporting papers-did not save Brigantine from breaking down in the Cup, and Restitution was left to fight it out with the everlasting Blueskin, who was again second. The six-furlong Molecomb Stakes was not too far for the Basquine filly, and she most effectually nipped the Derby aspirations of The Swift. Friday's racing was perhaps the best of the week. Vespasian repeated his last year's win in the Duke of Richmond's Plate, carrying 9st. 7lbs. each time; and then, after Morphia, another of the winning Macaronis, had come in first for the Nursery, the old horse eclipsed all his former achievements by carrying off the Chesterfield Cup under the weltor of 10st. 4lbs. The Palmer, for some unaccountable reason, started a tremendous favourite; but the winner held him quite safe on their Doncaster running last autumn.

The first day at Brighton saw the Goodwood form terribly upset, as Blue Gown, fresh from his victory over Vespasian, had no chance with Suffolk, though only giving him 7lbs. This running must be set down to the fact that the Derby winner is very stale, as besides six or seven races this year, he has repeatedly tried Pero Gomez and Morna, and half the youngsters at Kingsclere; while the Baron's horse is a clinker when he chooses to try, which, unfortunately for his backers, is but seldom. He was pulled out again for the Stakes, but nearly two miles under 9st. 3lb. was not at all to his taste, and he declined to participate in the finish. Burgundy, another Goodwood winner, came to hopeless grief in the Corporation Stakes, and the victory of the penalized Blue Bell colt was very meritorious, as extra weight tells terribly at Brighton, and we well remember seeing the moderate Chignon gallop away from Knight of the Garter over the same course, though in receipt of 11lbs. only. It has become an established custom for the Goodwood Cup winner to repeat his performance at Brighton, and Restitution followed in the steps of Ely, The Duke, and Speculum. Morna looked all over

a winner at the foot of the hill, or rather was reported to look so, as, owing to the fog, a great deal had to be taken on trust, but she died away when the pinch came, and it is pretty evident that the Beadsman's, with all their racing powers, are not at home beyond a mile and a quarter. Arlington, bred by the late Dr. Bowe, of Richmond, who never deserted Voltigeur, began his series of successes on Thursday, though beating The Maze at 16lbs. did not promise much. The Nursery at Ripon St. Wilfrid witnessed another Macaroni and Lord Clifden struggle, the rival sires being represented by Morphia and Catalonia, and though the latter walked over after the dead heat, the Sweetmeat again had the best of it, as his son was conceding a stone. Lewes afforded the best sport of the entire fortnight, and the fields were larger than at either Goodwood or Brighton. The Blue Bell colt was not disgraced by his defeat by Green Riband, as he could not be reasonably expected to concede 12lbs. The winner was put down in all the morning papers as having paid forfeit, and did not appear on Wright's tissue among the arrivals; this occurred also in St. Mungo's case, with regard to the Queen's Vase at Ascot, and as similar mistakes have been made two or three times lately, more care should be exercised to avoid the very unpleasant remarks which such blunders occasion. Vespasion, with all his 10st. 3lbs., was backed against the field for the County Cup, but he succumbed to both Queen of Hearts-perhaps the best two-year-old of the year over half a mile-and Cymbal. Those who burnt their fingers must have forgotten how easily D'Estournel beat The Duke (a faster horse than Vespasian over the T.Y.C.) in this same race, and thus made staunch friends for the Derby, who never gave up hope till they saw him left at the post on his hind legs. Robespierre was unfortunate in meeting the feather-weighted Arlington in Lewes Handicap; but that the latter's running gives him the shadow of a chance for the Leger is absurd. Martyrdom has been much benefited by the good performance of his stable companion, and some time before the Leger we shall be sure to hear that he has given him weight and "lost him ;" however, Robespierre was the better of the two last autumn, and we are not at all sure that he is not so still, when in the humour.

Arlington won twice at Egham, while the King John Stakes fell to Stockhausen, one of Mr. Graham's very smart team of youngsters; but although the Blue Bell colt carried a penalty, he ought to have finished before Paté, who was out of her distance. The ridiculously light weight given to Filon was a blot on the meeting, and with 3 to 1 on him, "won in a common canter" was the natural result in both his races. Curio appeared at Wolverhampton, in the sweetest of tempers; and, as at Epsom, won two races on the same day. Perfume brought off another of her ten-length victories; and Vagabond, a "judgmatical" purchase of Mr. Moreton's, had no difficulty in disposing of a very moderate field in the Cleveland Cup. The Thursday at Windsor will long be remembered by unhappy backers, as not a single favourite won throughout the day, a contingency on which £20 to a pot of beer was laid and lost at one of the clubs. Over her favourite course, half a mile, straight," Paté ran as well as over, and just managed to give 12lbs. to Lady of Lyons, who made such a good fight with Gamos at Bath; and her bad third to Queen of Hearts on the fol

lowing day says much for Mr. Rayner's filly, whose form looked better than ever when Cymbal gave Soucar 15lbs., and just beat him on the post.

Stockton in the north, and Dover and Bromley in the south, made up a very full week's racing; but while the two latter meetings brought together large fields of platers, Mars, a regular "triton among minnows," winning the two principal events, Stockton, one of the most enjoyable fixtures of the year, furnished some high-class sport. Zeno, an own-brother to Ladas, made a successful debût in the Cleveland Stakes, just beating Syrian; while Lady Mary, a regular Tupgill filly, by the sire of Pretender, out of the dam of Thorwaldsen, was unplaced. The policy of running Lord Hawthorn, who seemed to have a 4 to 1 chance for the Ebor, in the Stockton Handicap, was very questionable. However, he beat Viscount, after a punishing finish, at only 4lbs. for the year; and the latter, who ran true as steel on this occasion, refused to try a yard the following day, and let Mysotis canter away from him. The last race of the day fell to Toison d'Or, and recompensed Whitewall for the defeat of Viscount. The Great Northern Leger will furnish plenty of discussion until the decision of its Doncaster namesake. We should imagine that Pretender was by no means wound up, that Osborne had orders to ride him tenderly, and that the bad pace enabled Islam and Fichu to be "in it" at the finish. The betting is the best proof that little importance is attached to his neck win, as the £2,000 to £1,000, offered on the spur of the moment, was promptly accepted by an adherent of the stable, and he is now almost as good a favourite as ever. One critic writes that he has improved amazingly since the Derby; and another says that he has quite lost the fine development of muscle which he then enjoyed. The Derby pretentions of Torreador were quite disposed of in the Hardwicke Stakes; while Hawthornden's status will not be much affected, as a 10lb. penalty and a shocking bad start are no joke. As it was, La Rille, a daughter of the French" conqueror of Blair Athol," won, though Mr. Thompson nearly caught Chaloner napping. Morris was substituted for Mr. Thompson in the Zetland Biennial; and though Falkland met La Rille on precisely the sanie terms as in the Hardwicke, he turned the tables; while Zeno, who appears an improvement on Ladas, could not give him the 9lbs. George Osbaldeston did all required of him in the Middlesbrough, but had he carried another stone, it would only give him a very outside chance for the Leger. Lord Roseberry won his first Northern race within sight of Roseberry Topping, and when he has another idle three thousand odd in his pocket may his lordship have a worthier object than Ladas to bestow it on.

SHEPHERD F. KNAPP,
THE AMERICAN TROTTING HORSE.

ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING BY E. CORBET.

Shepherd F. Knapp, bred in America in 1859, is by Scythian, dam by an Arabian.

Scythian, bred by the late General Anson, in 1851, is by Orlando, out of Scythia, by Hetman Platoff, her dam The Princess, by Slane. Scythian, in Mr. Padwick's colours, ran well up for the St. Leger, and