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for so young a fry. At about forty yards from home, Connolly on Kittums, the favorite, took a high place in his class, but was soon taken down by Miss Mary Ann; the whipping she received an hour before made her a good girl, brought forth her best exertions, and made her an easy winner by three parts of a length. Great merit is due to Robinson for his good management in administering a just quantity of punishment to a headstrong and disobedient beginner. Connolly was second on Kittums. Mr. Ridsdale's Tramp colt and several others were well up, and it be safely called a fine good race.The perverse disposition displayed by Miss Mary Ann in her first lesson made the odds 10 to 1 against her; Mr. Chifney took 100 to 10 in sovereigns three times; many others put a proper value upon his judgment, and followed his good example.


Fifty Pounds for two-year-olds -colts 8st. 4lb., fillies 8st. 2lb. (Second Class), T. Y. C.-Nine started for this trifle, and came well together, a pretty pace, when Boyce, on Col. Peel's Non Compos, came out in a bold straightforward sort of way, and won gallantly by two lengths, with the

betting at 5 to 4 upon him. Three ran a dead heat for second the Helena filly, the Mustard colt, and the Scratch filly. Any one may tell by the names that there must have been some close, keen, sharp work amongst them.

The Clearwell Stakes of 30 sovs. each, 20 ft., for two-year-olds colts 8st. 5lb., fillies 8st. 3lb.-the Two Year Old Course; for which thirteen started and twenty-seven paid forfeit a great event, being

for a large sum, with much betting, and some first appearances; with others, though young in years, still high in rank. The start was good, with perhaps one exception; the appearance quite beautiful, and the line of march quite true. Sam Day, on the Margrave, to be sure, was somewhat out of order: from his rank and evident power he ought to have taken the lead; instead of which he was fumbling in the rear, the left too much extended for him, the right too difficult to obtain, and in the centre they would not have him; so that he was indebted to chance for a place: he, however, was a good second at the last. Mr. Chifney's Emilius filly (in the Derby and Oaks next year) was the fortunate winner-Robinson, upon her, took his usual pull thirty or forty yards from home, and won with it as usual.

WEDNESDAY.-Captain Rous's Crutch, 9st., beat Lord Worcester's Haymaker, 6st. 7lb. Robinson, on the winner, made severe running towards the last: Teddy Edwards rode the loser like a man, but had no chance of ever catching the old one on his Crutch.

The Oatlands Sakes of 30 sovs. each was won by Erymus, the horse given in our August Number.

He certainly is indebted for this success to his own excellent game qualities, to the fine patient riding of Pavis, and to the good management of his trainer, Lumley, who has kept him going on little more than three legs for a great length of time. This must have been very satisfactory to Mr. Maberly, who, it is said, won a handsome sum upon him, independently of the Stakes. The

Duke of Portland's Amphiaraus (J. Day) was a good second, and beat by a head only; at twenty yards from home he was nearly a a length first-and then could not endure to the end. Harold was loudly called for, but could not come. The early part of the race has rather a severe hill; then a flat for a time, which encourages running; and then a hill to finish upon, twice as big as it looks; this has put the stopper upon thousands as well as upon poor Amphiaraus.

Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each, for three-year-olds, D.M. 5 subs. This was won by Vagrant, Lord Exeter's, two lengths, rode by Arnull-Lioness second. Lioness looked as if going to win several times during the race, but whenever it came to extremities her heart always failed her. Elvas, Blunderer, and Tam o'Shanter came up in shameless procession.

THURSDAY-fine weather and good sport. The first, a match between Lord Chesterfield's Kittums and Gen. Grosvenor's Kitty Fisher, Kittums giving twelve pounds, D.M. for 50 sovs. It was a curious condition that Kitty Fisher was to be allowed to take the lead a certain distance; the reason for which, however, I cannot see; for that most likely would have been the way the race ought to be run without the bargain: when poor Kitty's short reign was over, Connolly, on Kittums, shot a-head, and won cleverly, which Chapple on Kitty could not prevent: to be sure there is no knowing what tiring the legs of Kittums might have done.

Then came the GREAT MATCH, made only two days before, which, had there been time for

publicity, we should have had a company as numerous as a meeting of reformers. Indeed the excitement was so great that it is difficult, till the nerves are settled, to set about giving a description of it. As soon as it was known that Priam and Augustus were matched, away went every other consideration, and a system of such heavy betting commenced as I have never seen exceeded, according to the number of people here. Priam had to carry 9st. 21b. and Augustus 8st,, a most disproportionate weight for horses of the same year, and the latter considered amongst the first horses of the day-the distance Across the Flat, and the money 300 sovs. each in the first instance; but the Priam party, by giving 10 sovs. to Lord Exeter, made it 500 each. To this circumstance, and vast sums of money coming to market, Priam became the favo rite, and so continued till the Ring broke up, when the betting left off at 5 to 4; for all the anti-reformers of the Old School persevered in saying that "the thing was impossible that it could not be done;" whilst the other party as strenuously declared that there was as much difference in the speed of Priam and Augustus upon Newmarket Heath as there is between Brougham and Old Bags in the Court of Chancery. Priam won with ease three-fourths of a length, his case conducted by Robinson; Augustus had justice done him by Arnull, and there could not have been a more able advocate; and poor Augustus, whatever faults he may have (like his friend elsewhere), that of sticking to his place is not one of them.

Handicap Plate of 1001. for

four, five, six-year-olds, and aged horses, sixteen entered, and twelve started; four of the best were drawn-viz. Priam, Variation, Augustus, and Erymus. The twelve came from various causes the best pace, with the line but little deranged, to Abingdon Mile Bottom: here Arnull, on the game, good-hearted little Varna, came out, and won handsomely by a length; Mr. Mills's Goshawk (J. Day) second; with Coroner, Carthago, and The Cardinal so well up as not to obtain a preference.

The Town Plate of 501. for horses of various ages and corresponding weights, was unexpectedly won by Mr. Payne's St. Patrick colt, his dam Lisette, tastefully rode by Natty; a Brother to Christina second. There were four others of the party, but no addition to their respectability. FRIDAY, Lord Chesterfield's Titania, 8st. 8lb., got beat by Sir Mark Wood's Galantine, 8st. 2lb. D.M. There was no fault either in the horses, jockeys, or masters; but, unfortunately, Titania is not fast enough, stout enough, or strong enough to give weight.

The Prendergast Stakes of 50 sovs. each, h. ft. 26 subs.-something like finding a gold mine, only with the coin ready made. This the Marquis of Exeter won

with his Beiram-whether Priam still tingling in the ear, and sounding like Beiram, kept them away, but three only out of the vast number dared meet him at the post. Arnull, upon him, won quite in a'canter. This horse is justly a favorite for the Derby next year, having greatly improved since Ascot, where he was then an easy winner; Wheatley, on the Scratch filly, second. Mr. Peel's Eccentricity (not Sir Robert's I believe) third; and Gen. Grosvenor's (not thought just now to be in force) last.

Handicap Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each, T.Y.C., Sir Sandford Graham's Little Fanny and Mr. S. Day's Barabbas ran a dead heat; four others quite out of the hunt. Pavis rode Fanny for the dead heat; after which, as they were so near winning, "would it not be better to take Pavis off, and put Robinson on, and make a certainty of it?" This they did, all but the winning, as Arnull, on Barabbas, beat Robinson, on Little Fanny, quite easy.

After this Coroner walked over the Beacon Course for one of the Five Sovs. Stakes--thus finishing the Meeting.-Yours, &c.

Norfolk, Oct. 22, 1831.



SIR, THE HE venerable George the Third very often made abrupt hits, of which the following is a specimen:

At a review of a certain regiment of Heavy Dragoons (we must not state which), the condition of the horses and the discipline of

the men fell far short of what His Majesty expected; and he shewed great signs of displeasure thereat. The Commanding Officer, in a tone of humble apology, begged leave to ask what particular fault the King had to point out, that it might be attended

to, and immediately remedied. "All I have to say about the regiment," observed the King, "is, that the men are ill-mounted, and the horses worse." Upon which he rode off, leaving the Officer in the utmost confusion.

It is known to all those who were honored by the late King's confidence and society, that he not only possessed the superficial accomplishments of dancing, riding elegantly, et cetera, but that he was a good Classic and Linguist. He even at times indulged in Latin puns and bons mots. Among the former, one made on the occasion of his going to a masquerade in defiance to his Physician's advice, was very clever, but rather savored of irreligion, for which reason we shall omit it. The following one will, however, give some idea of this


When Madame Mara was so much admired in her day, a difference of opinion arose as to her talent, on which one of the Court observed, "that he who did not admire her vocal powers, could certainly have no real taste for music."-"Certainly," replied His Majesty (then Prince of Wales), "for dulcia non meruit qui non gustavit a Mara."

At a time when a number of Ladies of high quality, who frequented the Court, and who had not been enceinte for years, exhibited perceptible signs of a happy increase, it was observed that the season was particularly prolific, and that there must be something in the air." I hope you do not mean the air (heir) apparent!" exclaimed the humorous Prince.



"A more able sportsman ne'er followed a hound,
To a country well known to him fifty miles round."

I Regret, Mr. Editor, having sent you a little article on the Chase before I was aware of the following meeting, which would have made as neat a finale to it as any scribe could desire. Trusting, however, you have, like Goldsmith's Dinner Party waiting for the venison pasty (which through the perfidy of the baker never arrived), a corner still left for atit-bit, I beg to enclose a short account of this affair, given in honour of Sir Harry Goodricke's acceptance of the Quorn Hunt. Sir Harry Goodricke! Sir Harry Goodricke! "the Lord bless thee, Sir Harry Goodricke!" and keep

thee ever what thou now art— one whom the gods delight in, and men adore! a true Gentleman, and a "devil among the foxes!" It glads me to see the prime qualities inherited by this Gentleman appreciated by the true hearts of Leicestershire--a feeling as plainly manifested at this opening dinner, as in Essex was evinced on the much-regretted occasion of Lord Petre's retirement. It glads me, I repeat, to see in these degenerate days, that the March of Intellect (which I fear has marched out many customs that might as well have remained) has failed to influence the department of hunt



ing; and cold I hope will be this beating heart, mouldered this hand, ere England shall cease to be famed for her brave sailors and varmint hunters! My pen loves to dwell upon this theme; but, pleasing as it is, there are bounds which it would be both rudeness and folly to overstep, therefore I will at once to my tale.

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Such general satisfaction was felt by the Gentlemen and Yeomanry of Leicestershire at Sir Harry's acceptance of the kennel, that "one and all resolved to celebrate the event (in the true English style) by giving a dinner. En passant, I must say, John Bull is the most dinner-loving animal in the creation; and the French, who by the bye eat ten times the quantity we do, ridicule us amazingly on this head: mais n'importe! a dinner was resolved on, and given and eaten on the the 6th instant, at the George Hotel, Melton. The newspapers no doubt have given a very precise account of the feed, which of course was an illigant one, as the Irishman says. I shall therefore merely remark, Sir Harry must have been highly flattered with so full an attendance of the most respectable people of the neighbourhood, assembled together to do him honour. To one who loves the sound of "Yoicks! gone away !" what could afford so lively a pleasure? It was in tended the thing should have been kept secret from the person most interested; but he, like a well-trained hound, got scent even in Ireland, and forthwith killed his fatted buck, and sent it to grace a feast of which he has reason to be proud. Lords Rancliffe and Kinnaird also gene

rously contributed their offerings of Champagne of the first quality and game of every kind. The names of ninety-three Gentlemen had been registered to attend the dinner; and, in spite of wind and weather, and the thousand tiresome little occurrences of life that so often spoil a pleasant party, above eighty sat down to the well-spread table of mine host of the George, who performed his part to the life.

The worthy proprietor of Kettleby Lodge, Mr. Inett, took the chair, and did the honours ably, supported by the veteran Mr. Marriott, whose smiling eye

and honest countenance shewed, though the frost of age had come, it was a kindly one, and had not nipped the bright feelings of his more youthful days. After "A health to the King, God bless him!" had been drunk by his loving subjects, the worthy Chairman rose, and proposed that of the Lion of the day, introducing it by a neat speech, in which he observed, it was not his intention to set forth the various claims Sir Harry Goodricke had upon the affections of the company, for they were well-known and felt by every individual present; the best confirmation of which was the full attendance he had the gratification of witnessing on the present occasion; an attendance which had far outstripped the most sanguine expectations of its projectors, and which could not fail to insure the lasting gratitude of him for whom it had been projected. "The health of Sir Harry Goodricke, and may he long retain the direction of the Quorndon Hunt," was drunk with the true hunters' shout!

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