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is infested with scoundrels-where the villauous company comes from is the mystery. While stopping for a minute at the Wheat-sheaf, at Virginia Water, our carriage was assailed by a party on the Cup day, whose looks and language would have scandalised the galleys-I longed to present them to the notice of M. Eugene Sue. Friday's list was an ample one. It opened with a Sweepstakes of 50 sovs., h. ft., for three years old, the old mile-6 subscribers: a walk over for the Abbot of Meaux. Then came the First Class of the Wokingham, 22 subscribers and a dozen ran. Farthingale was first in the ring at 5 to 1 against; and Slashing Alice was first in the fray, winning by a head. A Sweepstakes of 20 sovs. each, h. ft., for two years old, last half mile, 8 subscribers, followed-run a match between Rybinska and The Old Commodore-even betting-the filly winning in a canter. The Great Western Railway Plate of Three Hundred Sovereigns brought out a field of twelve. Borneo was the favourite, only 6 to 4 being taken against him; Repletion, at 10 to 1, however, won in a canter by three lengths--the Swinley Course. The Second Class of the Wokingham Stakes mustered ten of the fourteen named, Nina, at 2 to 1 against her was the favourite, and the winner too-cleverly by a length. The Borough Members' Plate "played out the play." Fourteen subscribed, and the moiety of them went. Kissaway was the best fancied, only 7 to 4 being laid against her, but Edipus solved the riddle which the ring did not, giving the victory to Lord Exeter; that the motto might be fulfilled, wherein it is written-" them as haves jackets shall get great coats"...

To Ascot succeeds Hampton-"proximus sed intervallo." The junketting at Moulsey Hurst is performed under the pretence of racing -et voilà tout. Cockneys go to Greenwich Fair, and so they do to Hampton Races. On the recent anniversary there were as many of them as the Hurst would hold; and so there was last year, and the year before. A change in the administration had taken place, and Jemmy Ducks" was succeeded by Mr. Hibburd. But the holiday folks know little of the ins and outs, and care less. They went for fun, and they found it; not of a very refined character, to be sure, but so that the matter be conventional, your London citizen is not very fastidious. The million from within and without the bills of mortality go to see the other million, and be seen of it.

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"Spectatum veniunt: veniunt spectentur ut ipsi.” The sports were of the flavour known as "small beer." Heats for five-and-twenty pound plates and chicken sweepstakes, with the like additions, constituted their staple. Wednesday was a very good "bye," and Thursday a better gala: so said the lessees and the boothees, and all who were interested in the speculation. The company was treated with all possible consideration-"the rogues cleaned them out as if they had been nobles." Thursday, at Hampton Races, is boxing night at Astley's on an enlarged scale....

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Newton Races commenced on the same day as the revels at Moulsey, But there all resemblence ends. The Lancashire tryst is held upon one of the most picturesque spots that can be imagined for such a purpose, and the solemnities of the turf are had in due account. With just the slightest possible tint of the amateur, the meeting is quite a ship-shape business affair. It opened with a Scurry Stakes, wherein gentlemen officiated as jockeys; and the Golborne Stakes came to the rescue in a

strictly professional form. It is a two-year-old race, and this year was won by Mr. Forbes's Jack Briggs, beating seven others-the second, Mr. Green's Seignor of Holderness-by a neck. The Gold Cup, handicap, five starters, was won by Pity-the-Blind, three years old, carrying 5 st.; Mr. Green again second, with Westow, carrying a stone more. A Plate of Fifty Pounds--heats, of which three were contested-fell to the lot of Doubt, in a field of fifteen; and so ended Wednesday's list. Thursday opened with a match for the Cuerden (amateur) Stakes, which Captain White won on Smuggler Bill. The Drawing-room Stakes, for three year olds, also came off a match, the winner, in a very near shave, being Duxbury. For the St. Leger thirteen started-Strongbow against the field for choice. He won, after a very severe set to with Strychnine, by a head. To this succeeded the Borough Cup, won by Westow, in another slashing finish, by a head; Smuggler Bill second. A Fifty Pound Plate, heats, Anthony carried off, in two essays, from four competitors and so the amusements ceased till the morrow. Friday began with the Stand Cup, half a dozen runners, of which the Maid of Lyme was the best. The Newton Stakes, handicap, heats! (anything more wanted?) Sir Henry Hardinge won. The St. Helen's Purse, Hardshot did the like by; and another Fifty Pound Plate wound up the meeting, won by the Pity-the-Blind once aforesaid. For a provincial, not of the first class, Newton stands high on the popular Olympic list. It is hard by Manchester, which insures the attendance of a strong speculative force. There are many larger stands in its neighbourhood, and it is essentially a sporting district. Among its features, not the least striking is to pass it in a railway train while a race is on the carpet. You find yourself leaving the "running horses" behind, as one who looks at a print of the Derby in the window of a shop which he saunters by in his morning walk! What next?

Bibury and Stockbridge are upholding each other, but it must be confessed their united strength is but feebleness. Bibury is one of the fast disappearing family of race-meetings instituted for purposes of sport. It is (consequently! alas the while!) badly attended and worse supported. Some suggestions are on foot for propping it up a little longer; but, till the system of the turf is improved, sport, as a principle, will continue to decline. That the mischief already done by those who are making it a gambling profession is felt and understood in high places, we have slow but sure indications. A sporting journal states, "Orders have been given by the authorities to withhold any information as to the time that horses are scratched for their engagements." This is a blow and discouragement to public betting for which backers-that is to say "customers," as the pleasant phrase goes-ought to be thankful. The racing calls for no details beyond those furnished by the returns in the Calendar, It was reported that the influenza had got into the stables in the vicinity of Stockbridge, which of course acted variously on those concerned in the fate of their inmates.

Newcastle-upon-Tyne Races engrossed the greater portion of the last week in June, The weather was very favourable, and, locally, things were well adapted to give eclat to the occasion. The great feature was of course The Northumberland Plate. It had seventy-two subscribers; was, moreover, a speculation under the patronage of the dealers in sweeps contrivances still doing a very considerable stroke of business— and altogether the Northumberland Plate commanded high interest,

Like most of its predecessors of the season, it was destined to turn to foolishness the wisdom of the wise. The winner was never heard of at Tattersall's; neither touched upon in the "analyses" of the possible array of the race. For all betting intents and purposes he might as well never have been born. His name is John Cosser, and his weight was seven stone-his years numbering four. Just before the event came off, he found his way to favour; but those who were not upon the spot were "put into the hole." This passing allusion must serve for the Newcastle Meeting-and one word apropos of "putting into the hole" on sporting information must wind up this notice of the turf in June. My attention was recently directed to a magnificent work, in five volumes, quarto, profusely and exquisitely embellished, and produced obviously at very great cost, in which there is the following paragraph:-" The principal stakes run for on the Epsom course are those called the Oaks' and the Derby.' AT THE AUTUMNAL MEETINGS, THE ST. LEGER ARE THE PRINCIPAL STAKES." This account of Epsom Races is from the aforesaid work, which has just been completed, entitled "A History of Surrey;" by Edward Wedlake Brayley, F.S.A., F.T.C.

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THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF YARBOROUGH. ENGRAVED BY J. B. HUNT, FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY M. CLAUDET.

Charles Anderson Worsley, second Earl of Yarborough, and third representative of that peerage, was born on the 12th of April, 1809, married the 19th of December, 1831, the Honourable Adelaide Maude, daughter of Lord Hawarden, by whom he has issue, and succeeded to the title at the decease of his father, in 1846.

This family derives maternally from William Pelham (third son of Sir William Pelham, of Laughton, in Sussex, by his second wife Mary, daughter of William, Lord Sands, of the Vine,) one of the most eminent military commanders of the reign of Elizabeth. This gentleman, in addition to some very signal services in France, was also employed in Ireland, where he was knighted, and on his return to England, sworn of the Privy Council, appointed Master of the Ordnance, and eventually constituted Field Marshal.

Tracing down four generations from Sir William, we come to Mary, eldest sister of Charles Pelham, Esq., who died without surviving issue. This lady married Francis Anderson, Esq., of Manby, in the County of Lincoln-great great grandson of Sir Edmund Anderson, Lord Chief Justice in the reign of Elizabeth; and her grandson, Charles Anderson, Esq., assumed the surname and arms of Pelham upon inheriting the estates of his great uncle-Charles Pelham, of Brocklesby, just named as leaving no direct heir. In the year 1794, this same representative of the family was elevated to the peerage by the title of Baron Yarborough, of Yarborough, which was subsequently raised to an earldom in the time of his son, the father of the present earl.

In addition to the estates and two seats, Brocklesby and Manby, in Lincolnshire-in which county we believe his lordship is the largest landed proprietor-Lord Yarborough has also a very fine property in

the Isle of Wight, which he inherits from his mother, second daughter of the Honourable Bridgman Simpson, and heiress to her maternal uncle, Sir Richard Worsley, Bart.

We gather the above from that human Stud Book, the Peerage, in accordance with our usual plan of pedigree and performance. It introduces-that is to say if a life-like portrait will not speak for itself—a very capital sportsman and country gentleman, long celebrated for his breed of tenants and fox-hounds, as his father was before him more especially for his build of yachts and British seamen. The tastes of the family, in fact, have always taken a national turn-as instance the two, fox-hunting or sailing-and so we do not know any house we ought to be more ready to honour.

We had been promised, as "our own reporter" heads his dispatch, "full particulars" from a friend who has the singular propensity of always knowing everything you do not; as, however, we have "gratefully received" nothing at the time we write, and as our ally belongs to that dashing class of gentleman author who fully believe in the wonders of the press, and who so may most likely not send in his paper till an hour or two before publishing, we go to work without him.

It has been well said by some one, as it now is by every one, that to .know a man properly you should know him at home. That is, not take him in his Court dress for a character, but follow him on to where he was born and bred, and learn what friends and neighbours, or enemies and neighbours, as the balance may be, say of him then and there. As we hear few men would bear this test better than the nobleman we speak of, we turn at once to a means of estimating his worth so congenial to our own views.

Not having followed in the Prince's train to open the Grimsby Docks, and so not having shared with our brethren of the daily press in their astonishment and admiration of the Brocklesby tenantry all mounted on their two and three hundred guinea nags, we avail ourselves of the very apropos observations of a gentleman who toured the neighbourhood rather more than twelve months since. We should premise that his letters were written for and appeared in the "Gardeners' Chronicle ;" and so our friend, with the fear of the agricultural editor ever before his eyes, tried hard to smother the sportsman within him-with what effect we shall presently show. Here, to begin with, is a spice of his quality in his character of Lord Yarborough himself, that had we taken written to order could not have suited better, even down to the fling at the John Bright worthies with which it concludes―

"The present noble proprietor of Brocklesby, like his father and his grandfather, is a keen sportsman, and has proved in his own person, contrary to the theory of chamber philosophers, that it is possible for the same man to achieve eminent success as a legislator, a sportsman, a railroad director, an agriculturist, and I may add from the universal suffrage of every man, woman, and child I spoke to in North Lincoln

*They tell a story of Dr. Buckland going to Brocklesby, and getting terribly bothered with the jolly gentleman sort of farmer he met there. "My lord," said our learned friend, when they drank his health, and had him on his legs; "My lord, the farming here is splendid, but what I want to know is, where do you get your tenants from?" Before my lord had time to answer this puzzling question, a patriarch roared out from the other end of the table, “I'll tell you, doctor-his lordship breeds 'em."

shire, as a popular landlord.

The John Bright school will scarcely understand such a coalition of qualities."

These few lines alone would well warrant our first illustration of the month; but let us proceed in the true English fashion from the owner to his house, and see how that matches him-kennels and all, of course, included. We forget, at this minute, whether our friend of the "Notitia Venatica" has instanced the Brocklesby kennels in his treatise on lameness; if not, we recommend a note on it for the next edition

"Brocklesby, the seat of the Yarborough family, stands on the edge of the north-eastern extremity of the Wolds, on the highest ground in the neighbourhood, surrounded by large plantations arranged in an indented or star-like shape. These plantations are intersected by broad green rides, so ingeniously planned, that it is said that within the circle of the domain eleven miles of riding over turf and through woodland may be obtained. Some of the avenues are almost entirely composed of lofty evergreens, affording in the midst of winter a pleasing shade and verdure. The gallops of hunting parties down these rides bring to mind the more stately and less exciting hunts in the woods of Chantilly and Fontainbleau, when Louis le Grand, in a full periwig and phaeton drawn by four ponies, used to pursue and slaughter a fat short-winded stag. The house (pleasantly situated on a sheet of water, in view of a fertile. champaign country, and well relieved by the plantations,) is a dull redbrick, capacious mansion, scarcely equal to the rank and position of the noble owner; built at an epoch when there was no choice between square brick and the bastard Italian style. An architectural genius of the Barry school would doubtless be able to transform Brocklesby into a picturesque and imposing something, in keeping with the surrounding pleasing and purely English scene. What has been done at Trentham, with much more unpromising materials, may suggest what might be done here. The house being under repair, I did not see the chief attraction-the picture gallery, but was well pleased to have an opportunity of looking over the celebrated kennels. These kennels are perfect. A series of kennels and yards, with boiling and feeding rooms on a most extensive scale; the whole built in a solid, substantial manner, accommodate two packs, beside ample room for breeding. The division walls are of brick, and very lofty, and the yards are all flagged with Yorkshire stone; the drainage and ventilation are perfect. I should have expected that these cold stone floors and lofty walls would have produced a good deal of chronic rheumatism, and other disease from colds. Such, however, is not the case, and the pack are singularly free from kennel lameness. Perhaps the southern aspect, and the site, on a well-drained gravelly soil, with a chalky subsoil, have counteracted what must have been the result of such a long range of brick and stone buildings anywhere else. The hounds, although not divided into dog and bitch packs, are allowed to be one of the most even packs in the field; they are of medium size, very powerful, handsome, and of the best blood of the country."

With the dread, no doubt, of being whipped off, our authority is very shy of speaking of sport, though he seems to have shared in it frequently; the little he says, too, is said like a sportsman, and only makes us wish he had gone more into it

"I shall not describe our sport on this or any other day. The country is a pleasant one to ride across, presenting no formidable obstacles to a well-mounted horseman-no morasses or rotten banks. The mange

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