of course become void. Four of them, viz. the grey colt by Falcon, dam by Blucher-Camillus (3 yrs old); the Brother to Tarrare (1 yrs old); a bay filly by Brutandorf out of Melrose's dam (3 yrs old); and Clarence, were with King at York on their way to Beverley Meeting, when an express was sent to him to announce his Lordship's death, and stop them from proceeding farther. They immediately returned to Hambleton.

As I before stated his Lordship had recently been suffering from the ravages of age, and latterly had become much enfeebled; yet he was not considered in any way worse than usual, or in the least danger, on Thursday, June the 14th, when he entertained a party of friends at his residence in London, on which occasion he became much indisposed, continued to grow worse, and finally left us, never to return, on the succeeding Saturday evening, at the fine old age of seventy-six years, having only been ill two days. His title and estates devolve on his brother, the Hon. and Rev. John Lumley Saville, of Rufford, in Nottinghamshire, for which I believe he resigns property of much greater value.

The Sporting World may indeed deplore the event. His loss has left a vacuum amongst us that we cannot, dare not, ever hope to see filled up. Months and years may roll away, and new aspirants arise on the turf; but

Long shall we seek his likeness-long in vain,

And turn to all of him which may remain, Sighing that nature form'd but one such man.' June 23, 1832.

ALFRED HIGHFLYER.

Our valued Correspondent's view of Lord Scarbrough as a Sportsman is fully borne out by the following original letter from his Lordship, which shews the estimation in which he held the Turf in general, and his own stud in particular:

"Sandbeck, Bawtry, Yorkshire, Nov. 16, 1823. "I have been writing all the morning;

but thinking a speedy answer to yours (received last night) may be a convenience to you, I write by return of post.

"With regard to Regalia, independent of his being a useful horse in my own stable, and one we cannot conveniently

spare, from circumstances lately come to my knowledge, I have reason to believe that he will next year be, probably, the best horse in the North of his year, for

any race, but certainly for heats, of which

there are a larger number than usual advertised. Now, as the money is no object to me, and my pleasure consists in hearing of, or seeing, my horses come first, I have made up my mind not to part with Regalia, though I once offered him for 300gs. As I am writing, I will just mention that I should have no objection to part with Coronation (own brother to Regalia), and for something less than you have offered for the latter. Coronation is rising six years old, near, if not quite, sixteen hands high, and nearly as fine a horse as his sire Catton. He had a very slight ailment in one of his hind-legs, which prevented his running in his form latterly; but he has been at grass for a month, and is now apparently sound. My reason for offering him for sale is, that though sound enough for other work, he possibly inay not stand training; and if he does, there is but one stake in the North which is worth win

ning. Should you really want a horse to send abroad (and not to run about for Plates here), I have no hesitation in saying Coronation is five times a finer and fitter horse for your purpose than Regalia.

"Should you think, from this description, that Coronation would suit your purpose, it would be well worth your while (and more satisfactory to me) if you put yourself, or some person you could depend on, any night in the Glasgow mail-coach, which would land you at my gate-way, half-way between Worksop and Doncaster, by three o'clock next day. "I am your most obedient, "SCARBROUGH."

IN

N order, Mr. Editor, to fulfil the promise I made to send a short account of Ascot Races, I arrived at head-quarters, Windsor, on Monday, sought the place from which I might hear, see, or guess at what was about to take place; found but few arrivals, and these all one side, and that side their own; took a stroll about the town, which I was happy to see improving on every side; and the Castle going on in that progressive way as if they intended paying as they went on. On taking my usual station on the Heath the next day, I was agreeably surprised, from what I saw at Windsor, to find the company so numerous and good. I hope the people in that pretty town-because they might feel a temporary falling off in business have not attempted to make up the deficiency by excessive charges. If they have, I can only tell them it is putting the seal to their own ruin. Let it but get the name of a dear place, and the dear creatures will soon find themselves alone in it. The KING came to the ground with all the punctuality of his excellent father. Pleasure glistened in every eye, and gladness and gratitude seemed to warm every heart: it is, however, to be lamented that an idiot or madman should have put a stop to the prevailing harmony existing between the KING and his People, by savagely throwing a stone into the Royal Stand: but, as this will go the round of all the public papers, I must leave it to those who can dwell with melancholy, and know how to describe it: all I can say is, THIS WAS NO ACT OR SIGN OF THE BRITISH NATIONAL SPIRIT.

FIRST DAY-TUESDAY, JUNE 19. Match for 50 sovs., three quarters of a mile, between Mr. Gardnor's Ida, Sst. 9lb. rode by Pavis, and Mr. W. Day's colt by a Brother to Interpreter, his dam an Arabian mare, rode by some one foolishly fond of whipping, or thought himself so deficient that a morning's practice might do both the

horse and his rider some good: it had the effect, however, of keeping them back in the race and making a very easy winner of Ida.

The Oatlands Stakes (one of the greatest events at Ascot) of 30 sovs. each, for horses of all ages, two-yearolds excepted, tempted ten to the post

Priam, Alea, and Spaniel paid forfeit. The start was a very unceremonious one, forming as long a string as I ever saw, Mr. Payne's Paddy at their head, making rather severe but steady play; Chifney bringing up the rear on Rowton, waiting with the greatest patience; and George Edwards on The Saddler about the centre, as if always ready to join either extremity. They preserved this order of running without gaining or losing an inch of each other over the Swinley Hill, along the Bottom, till they came to climb the ascent, about three quarters of a mile from home, when they began to shorten the line by (many supposed) Chifney going up to take his place for the run in. This, however, was not the case: it was the hill and the pace (no sinecure even under the immediate eyes of Majesty) made them fall back and join him, more from necessity than choice. After getting well round the turn, "then began the tug of war:" Chifney on Rowton took his favorite station, in order to take all advantages over tripping negligence or want of skill. Near the Betting Stand he took a delicate taste scarcely perceptible, with which he seemed satisfied till past the distance, when, with that graceful modesty peculiar to himself, he went in an easy winner by three parts of a length. Those who can take pleasure in seeing riding to perfection had a great treat; and those who saw him, and can remember his winning the Oatlands on Zingance three years ago, saw this race to the most minute particular. Paddy! who made play and made work of it,' was second, The Saddler third, the rest sadly beaten.

Produce Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, h. ft., for three-year-olds, colts 8st. 7lb., fillies Sst. 3lb., the Old Mile, ten subs. for which three started; and, if we are to judge by what we see of performances, three worse, chosen from such a number,seldom meet; and those who content themselves by saying “a race is a race" could but admit that this was no race at all. The Rosanne filly, bred and named by Mr. Nowell, won it by three lengths; Lord Jersey's fil'y out of Filagree, second, though, I believe, first in the betting. His Lordship's fine judgment and his jockey's fine riding must have done this; but nothing could save Mr. Scott Stonehewer's Emma filly from being last every way, in the slowest

run race ever seen.

Sweepstakes of 50 sovs. each, for colts 8st. 7lb., fillies Sst. 3lb., was a walk over by Lord Lowther's Lazarone.

His Majesty's Plate of 100gs, for horses of all ages, four years old 10st. 7lb., and the highest weight 12st., four miles. To this old-fashioned affair we had eight names; but in the hour of trial Priam, Spaniel, Sarpedon, and another, wisely withdrew from the contest, being considered either too good or too bad for the purpose-too good to risk for so small a sum, or too bad to stand any chance of winning it: G. Edwards on Crispin made very steady good play, once round and a half (about three miles), when the snob bristled his last end," and Lucetta took his place to the distance: but what she had done in following Crispin, and had still to do, with the weight against the hill, her ragged frame and broken spirit sunk under it, May Boy coming up at the moment with Pavis upon him as jolly as a Jack-inthe-green, winning it by two lengths: Crispin second, Sheldrake and Paddy quite defeated.

Colt Class of the Produce Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, h. ft. four subs., two of which came to the post: the Duke of Richmond's Cassador, Boyce upon him, making rather severe play for a Middleton up the Old Mile Course as far as the distance,

where Connolly overtook him on Spencer," cut the matter short,” and went in a length and a good half first, an casy winner.

A Filly Class--the same course and conditions-was a walk over by Corset.

Post Match, Mr. Gardnor's Cinderella, the best of his two, beat Violante, Mr. Vansittart's choice of two, for 100 sovs.-Pavis's third winning race the first day.

Mr. Gardnor's King William received forfeit, and England's KING WILLIAM the most enthusiastic congratulations ever offered to a beloved Monarch; when the company began to separate after a fine long day, but without one well-contested race.

SECOND DAY-WEDNESDAY.

A fine morning, and promising list; but as it was well known that the King and Court could not grace and gratify the course and gay company, very few attended, unless such as had engagements, or were staying in the neighbourhood.

Produce Stakes of 100 sovs. each, h. ft., colts 8st. 7lb., fillies 8st. 4lb., and such as had won the Derby, the Oaks, or other great things, to carry 5lb. extra, New Mile, eight subs., but two only came to the post-Lord Jersey's Filagree filly and Mr. Thornhill's Sal colt. They came rather smartly to the distance, where Robinson on Filagree had decidedly the best of it, and of which no jockey knows better how to take care. thing that Connolly had learned in Ireland, or practised in England, could make the least impression, so that he was obliged to suffer defeat by two lengths, and with the odds as high, some said, as 4 to 1 on him.

No

Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, the conditions the same as the last, except the course a little more severe, the Old Mile instead of the New, with six subs. and three to the post. This was won in very good style by Lord Lowther's (Mr. Rogers's) Scep tre.......Yes! Lord Lowther's Sceptre! Mr. Rogers has no Sceptre!...... This ensign was borne worthy of the

winner of the Oaks to carry 5lb. extra; eight subs. and five to the start New Mile-a straight course, and from some situations a very beautiful one. Amongst this company were some pretty names and some sinart looking racers, which the pace proved. Corset, late Mr. Payne's, now Mr. Houldsworth's, won by half a length; Mr. Batson's Banquet second, finely rode by Wheatley: indeed the struggle between these two was most delightful.

The ECLIPSE Foor, with 2001. given by HIS MAJESTY, added to a Sweepstakas of 1001. each, for horses the property of Members of the Jockey Club-three-year-olds to carry 7st. up to aged horses 9st. 91b.-two miles and a half-the reason, perhaps, for not throwing open this beautiful relic to the public, the same as the Cup-which would have been a failure, had not the liberality of His present MAJESTY allowed any one to run for it conforming to the rules: but as this Foot is liable to be chal lenged for and claimed every year, it might in time fall into hands where it would be difficult either to find the man or the Foot. This being a new prize, and the name of Priam at the head of the list, many, no doubt, deferred the honour to another year, and two only came to the post. John Day, on General Grosvenor's Sarpedon, made what may be truly called play, followed by Connolly on Priam, who never disputed the matter with him till he came to the distance, when "Och! good morning to you, Mr. Day!" and went cantering in first two lengths.

it was

Sweepstakes of 30 sovs. each, 20 ft., for two-year-olds, colts 8st. 5lb. and fillies 8st. 2lb., a winner to carry 3lb. extra, Two-year-old Course. This was a very interesting engagement eleven names, and nine came to the post, nearly all novices: they were, however, very handy at starting, and got off well together, with the pace good. At the distance the contest appeared to be between Young Rapid and Lord Exeter's Aspasia filly till very near home, when John Day on

Mr. Rawlinson's Revenge came up in a most surprising way, and won by a length.

The GOLD CUP, the great attraction to Ascot.-The KING and the Cup cheer all hearts; but although so much benefited by the one, they were worse for the other towards night: but if joy as well as the Cup is intoxicating, well might the people get drunk, for, having attended Ascot for nearly forty years under three Kings' reigns, I never heard such real honest enthusiastic cheering as on this day. There were only seven entered for the Cup, and three brought to the post; but, although few in number, they were sufficient in character to put expectation on the tiptoe. Chifney on Rowton, reluctantly and against his practice, particularly at the weight, made play, followed by The Saddler

he could neither play nor work— with Robinson on Camarine close up, and always ready to do both. This regularity was kept to the distance, when one of the most severe things took place to both men and horses ever seen, which ended in a dead heat between Rowton and Camarine. Rowton hung a little upon Camarine

the first time I ever saw a horse hang with Chifney in deep running in my life; and this nothing in itself, except to bring forth a bouncing, breathless, blustering complaint from the owner of Camarine..... What! against Chifney, Sir Mark? No!What! against his horse, Sir Mark? No-Sir Mark, on cooling a little, perhaps found out that it is the particular province of the jockey to complain against foul riding; but Robinson has too much good sense not to know that a horse must of necessity be before the other, or he cannot make a cross; besides, he knows that nothing was done that could be avoided. He also knows, from the experience of his whole life, that Chifney CANNOT do anything unfair, or even unkind to a brother jockey, nor in fact to any other living creature. In running it over again Chifney made still stronger play with Rowton, still preserving the most beautiful