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fully Grampion, in particular, gave Fovius hard work to win.

The Third was a Match between a pony belonging to Lord H. Seymour, carrying feather weight, and a little mare of Mr. de Royère's, carrying 120lb., three times round the course, in one heat, for 500f. a-side, which was won by the former by full a quarter of a mile! The public curiosity was wound up to the highest pitch in anticipation of this race. The little mare was all the talk; she had gone four times round the Champ-de-Mars in almost no time, some thirteen or fourteen minutes, and everybody thought that Lord Henry was sure to lose but how were they deceived! The little pony proved more than a match for the little mare, notwithstanding an accident which befel him. This circumstance, which, we believe, is unprecedented in the annals of racing, was as follows. In the third round, having passed about a quarter of the distance, the pony broke completely out of the course; the rider (a boy of fourteen years old) succeeded in turning him back; but, in entering the course again, he became entangled in the ropes, when both horse and rider fell, and the public were for a few moments in the most painful suspense, thinking the boy was dreadfully hurt, if not killed however, he almost immediately jumped up, re-mounted, just as his adversary arrived at the spot, gallopped off, in a few minutes left him an immense distance behind, and came in, without further accident, amidst the plaudits and congratulations of the assembled multitude. We are happy to add, that

neither the pony nor his rider sustained the slightest injury.

The Fourth race was a Match between Lord H. Seymour's Fovius and Mr. Salvador's Grampion, each carrying 115lb., once round the course, in one heat, for 500f. a-side, which was one by the former by half a length. This was an excellent race, and so well contested that it was impossible to determine which would be the winner until the horses had nearly arrived at the winning-post.

I cannot conclude my report without contributing my mite of praise to Lord Henry Seymour for the spirited and noble manner in which he supports the interests of the Turf here. As has been seen above, his Lordship has been again successful this year, and he really deserves to be so, for no one pays so much attention, to his own stud! in particular, or gives so much encouragement to the sport generally. His Lordship, by his example, excites a spirit of emulation in the minds of the other Nobility and Gentry, which otherwise would, I fear, droop gradually, until horse-racing at Paris would sink into a mere holiday amusement. ment. But his Lordship, by his indefatigable exertions, has roused them to look more (especially this season) to the end and intent of this sport, namely the improvement of the breed of horses in this country. His Lordship, in short, is the life and soul, the primum mobile of horse-racing in this city.

A circumstance occurred during these races which is worthy of remark. Some malevolent person (jealous, no doubt, of his

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Lordship's success on the 2d instant) spread a report that the King's mare (Pamela) could have won the prize of 6000f. that day, but that Lord Henry had bribed the stud-groom at Meudon. On P.S. There has been published this coming to the ears of the here, for about a fortnight, a stud-groom (an upright and in- daily evening paper, intitled telligent Englishman), he imme- Vert-vert," (a familiar diately solicited and obtained an for a parrot,) which has obtained audience of His Majesty, who re- considerable success, It is conceived him with his accustomed ducted on the English principle, kindness and condescension. is sold in the streets of Paris, and each Number contains at least one wood engraving. It treats of the theatres, literature, manners, and the Fine Arts: a part of its columns is, moreover, appropriated to the chase, the turf, and everything which can interest the sportsman; and I recommend strongly to your readers the perusal of this varied and very teresting periodical, as giving a lively and succinct description of all sports in this part of the world. The Editors are Gentlemen of profound erudition.

He stated the circumstance to His Majesty, and said, that, as his reputation was at stake, he had made bold to come to His Majesty at once, as the best means of obtaining redress, and having the imputation, thus cast on his character, removed. His Majesty replied, in the most gracious manner: Frederick, you may go home perfectly satisfied and contented, and need not give yourself the slightest uneasiness about this or any other calumnious report which the malicious

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RIVER, the trotting pony, is said to be by Lord Egremont's Driver-his dam a racing pony-and first brought into notice by Macdonald the Jockey; passing through the hands afterwards of the Duke of Gordon to Mr. Lorton and others, for whom he has done some wonderful things, considering his diminutive size:-amongst them, trotting seventeen miles in one hour for a great sum of money, on the other side of Croydon, on the Brighton road. He also took an active part with Mr. Osbaldeston in the untimely and lamented death of

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the great American Rattler, in a contest of thirty-four miles. We say untimely, because all was not done that ought to have been done to preserve a life so valuable; and lamented, as it is said Mr. O. shut himself up in his room on the occasion for nearly an hour, and refused to be comforted, and, in spite of his manly heart, absolutely shed tears! but whether this was for the loss of the animal (the means of gain), or that of the one thousand guineas at stake against Mr. Payne (which of course he loses), or from fear of being accused of

want of tenderness in not pulling up the poor creature when he found him dying, under particular excitement, in his service, must remain for ever with Mr. O. him

self. This faithful portrait of DRIVER is engraved, to our satisfaction, by ROMNEY, from an approved picture, by MARSHALL, Jun.

THE GOONHILLY BREED.

"Now on his half-Goonhilly he sat still,
His wonted station some commanding hill,

Where, the hounds opening on the adjacent height,
He spurr'd his pony and yet held her tight."

OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN.

'Tis midnight's gloom!-the tempest, driven
O'er the broad deep of frowning Heaven,
Spreads darkness thro' the sky,
And fearfully the daylight breaks,
As the slow eye of morning wakes,
So dim and cold on high.

No fishers ply th' unavailing oars,
The shrieking sea-mew scarcely soars
'Midst billows breaking nigh:
And, as the falling deluge pours,
How fierce the vollying thunder roars,
While Scilly's woods and rocky shores
Re-bellow their reply.

Far, far the boiling surges sweep,
Where rolls the broad Atlantic deep,
His wilderness of waves;

From realms that hail the noon-day sun,
To those that mourn his journey done,
Old Ocean wildly raves.'

Oh! 'tis a dread and glorious sight!....
And, seek'st thou Nature in her might
Thro' all the dark expanse

Go, hie thee where yon flashes bright
Incessant gild the stately height

Where Michael's Mount holds stance:
Thence, mark the hissing lightnings tell
What boiling surges heave and swell
The horrors of their watery hell,

From shores of laughing France,

To where the Wind-god hath unfurl'd
His banner o'er the liquid world,
By the stern might of tempests hurl'd
Against thy shores, Penzance!

Even from this high and haughty place,
The wild waves beating 'gainst its base,

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