8 W BRIGHTON RACES. [RACES. S 7 38 18 TAUNTON r 4 3519 9 9 [Dorset. s 7 3520 9 34 8 45 3 25 3 42 3 59 4 16 4 32 4 51 1 5 11 5 29 s 7 31 22 10 30 5 50 6 12 3 6 33 6 59 9 T Cr.-At Weymouth, England v. r 4 382110 10 F CIRENCESTER RACES. 11 S Dog-days end. Morning. 12 Tenth Sunday after Trinity, s 7 27 24 11 42 7 26 7 56 8 29 9 9 9 4710 26 911 46 0.19 1 2611 2 31 afternoon 3 43 0 50 1 19 [Cup. s 7 15 N SETS 1 46 2 10 19 7 52 2 34 2 56 20 M Cr.-Kent v. Eng., at Canterbury s 7 11 2 8 19 3 18 3 39 21 T HUNTINGDON RACES. Elebenth Sunday af, Trinity. r 4 53 1 r4 57 3 8 43 3 57 4 17 22 W Torbay Regatta. YORK RACES. $ 7 7 49 8 4 38 4 26 Twelfth Sunday after Trinity. s 6 59 811 25 S 9 27 M Cr.- England v. Derby, at Derby r 5 6 911 50 8 11 8 48 7 15 7 41 Eton (Watermen's). 8 High Hill Ferry London Y.C.. Colne, at Mersea (Upper Clapton). 14 Royal Western Y. Stone... 8 | Royal Squadron 15 & 17 C. at Plymouth 28 6 Coldham (Norwich) 9 Chelsea............ 20 Worcester...... 9 & 10 Teignmouth Lothians Club... 30 22 Tiverton 14 Plymouth.......... 22 | Paisley. 15 Stourbridge. ....... 27 REGATTAS IN AUGUST. Royal Southern Y.C. Poole and Bourne- Custom House .. 6&7 mouth 10 Torbay Whitby ........ 7 & 8 Manchester and Sal- Cornwall Southwold ford.... 13, 14, & 15 | Beaumaris.. 30 30 92 22 23 23 27 &c. 20 Reading........ 28 16 Great Yarmouth. 28 21 2 Lincoln 22 Rainford (St. Helens) 7 Cirencester ...... 10 Tunbridge Wells... 22 8 | Canterbury 10 York...... THE RACING IN JULY. BY CRAVEN. "Whenever you go to see the monument, you mustn't give in on the door-steps, or you'll never get up to the top."-MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT. Four years ago the Times denounced the railway rabies, then in its early paroxysms-plunging into ink that exterminating quill which has never been dry since. Those who trembled for the consequences which they foresaw, propounded all sorts of vindictive propositions in their rage -attributing the course adopted in that journal to the disappointment of its proprietary at being forestalled in the market-to their desire to depreciate shares, so that they might go in and purchase them at their leisure, and their own price-in short, to every cause but an honest or a respectable one. The Times, however, still kept battering away. We read in its columns how a railway monarch had been added to the roll of European sovereigns "King Hudson" his subjects call'd him, Day by day the Court Circular told of the Fire King's dining with dukes, and marquises, and earls: and night by night was Almack's seen at the feet of his imperial lady. And thus it was till his steam boiled over, and the bubble was detected by the public eye. Then came panic, and down went the potentate "body and breeches," and the voice which whilom shook the senate cried" peccavi!" in the tones of a penny trumpet. "Magna parvis componere," as the leading journal dealt with the Hydra of Capel Court, this monthly serial saw occasion to do by the lesser Snake of Hyde Park Corner. When almost every public house in London had become a racing hell, and nine-tenths of those in the provinces had followed suit, it spake out. It suggested the social inconvenience of placing before men facilities for emptying their pockets at the precise time when they are putting into their mouths that which Shakspeare tells us "steals away their brains." If the great folks who managed the Shares turned their occupation to their profit, what do you suppose the " ignobile vulgus" were about who got up the Sweeps? The schemes" the rogues contrived were enough to make angels weep. With what shouts of laughter and welcome they must have been received in Tartarus! But the lottery swindle is no more. It is to be hoped" Baxter's Shove for Heavy Christians" helped the eternal welfare of the lukewarm it is a comfort to know that our Shoves for the heavy-headed in their temporal concerns have, at least, put temptation out of their way. The system of Metropolitan Racing Sweeps is now concentrated in the person of an individual who may be seen any afternoon perambulating the neighbourhood of Charing Cross between a couple of deal boards-a kind of premature coffin-on which there is stuck a bill announcing that he has Sixty Thousand Pounds to give away upon the Goodwood Cup. That which the many have ceased to do has, however, been taken in hand by one vast speculator. I do not allude to the gentleman in the "wooden surtout," but to another who, as George Hudson, Esq., was once denominated "the Railway King," is called "the Leviathan of the Ring." Let me disclaim all purpose of personal discourtesy. I know nothing for or against that enterprising capitalist, who, in the same way that certain persons are born with silver spoons in their mouths, appears to have come into the world with his pockets stuffed with thousand pound notes. But I don't see what service the turf is likely to derive from such accessions. Leviathans are creatures of the deepracing has already too many of the deep. This great fact-like others of its class-will not be received, peradventure, generally, till it makes itself known after the fashion of an earthquake. "The Eastern Coun ties proprietary were wholly ignorant of their financial condition," said the Times of some ten days ago, till they awoke one fine morning and found themselves ruined." It will be as well if those who are concerned in the affairs of the ring become "awake" without waiting for such a summons from their slumbers. These hints, I am aware, cannot please everybody. I am well satisfied to learn that they do not. One gentleman, who dates his communication from Manchester, assures me unless I desist from them, he shall cease to buy this periodical. To deal with that "heavy blow and great discouragement' as a financial measure, assuming that he may not be au fait to the art and mystery of publishing, I beg to inform him that booksellers do not realize quite such good profits on articles they sell for two shillings and sixpence a piece as he is able to get out of those cubic inches of card which he disposes of for a similar sum in his half-crown "Sweeps." The " deep" having fathomed Mr. Fobert's course of Goodwood policy, and embarked a large venture upon the run, Lord Eglinton has declined the honour of their convoy, and given up the enterprise altogether. If free-trading met with the same fate more frequently, the class of land sharks would speedily become "Small by degrees and beautifully less!" The following appeared in a sporting paper of the 22nd ult.- We have received a long list of names of persons whose absence from Tattersall's we are called upon to advertise, with legal guarantees against consequences!" This looks like business: but the paragraph was thus continued-" We are unwilling to lend ourselves to these exposures without giving the parties the chance of setting themselves right." "Aye! there's the rub!" Denounce a defaulter, and write a receipt in full at the foot of your demand against him....bite off your nose to spite your face. How many brazen repudiators are there at this moment in the ring, suffered to remain there by their creditors that they "May deceive more men" in the forlorn hope "something may turn up?" Is not "Nil desperandum" a bye word and a proverb? There are such names as Rutland, Richmond, Bedford, Exeter, Stanley, Eglinton, Chesterfield, Clifden, Glasgow, Pigot, Hawley, Peel, and those of other worthies, that my memory at the moment does not supply, shedding honour on these modern annals of the turf, who should never suffer the contamination of being named in any possible association with the vampire rabble of the ring......This in reply to our Manchester correspondent, together with the assurance that his hint will be turned to good account. There is a great deal of dirty work still going on, although we have got rid of the "Sweeps." "Whenever you go to see the monument, you mustn't give in on the door-steps, or you'll never get up to the top." I intend to make the ascent; there are views, which when accomplished, more than repay the trouble they have cost. Oh! that melancholy end of the Easter Counties Railway—that terminus, as the professional phraze goes-which stands in the region known to Cockneys as Shoreditch. What a characteristic vestibule it would make for the London Sewage Company's concerns; that is to say, should that society ever have a local habitation. . . . . ...... He that would see this hall aright when a couple of thousand London particulars are bound to Six Mile Bottom for a day's pleasure; or on the occasion of a meeting of the Royal Agricultural Society of England, at Norwich, when Smithfield, is with one voice, demanding tickets from the clerk. Reader, dost re member the days in which the railway porter wore purple and fine linen, and savoured of rose-water? Well, he does nothing of the kind now-which is illustrating the change in his condition as mildly as may be. This, or something like it, constituted my musings as I fought my way into a carriage of the Newmarket special train, on the morning of the third ultimo. Our destination was the July meeting-three days of interest, not dependent altogether on the character of the sport which they give existence to. Many of the great stakes close in the middle meeting, as the natives call it; besides, its staple consists of two-yearold racing. I may anticipate, by observing that the entries for the Derby and Oaks for 1851, though numerically inferior to some of their predecessors, are the healthiest, perhaps, that have yet appeared. There are no lots of dozens; but a catalogue assorted of bond fide materials for the most part. Indeed, the recent sales of racing stock prove, without the necessity of any corroboration, that the taste for horse racing is more popular than ever is not this the season to purge the turf of all offence? All was couleur de rose at modern Elis; but rumour, or spite, had been busy, and a report was rife that some deadly disease-putrid fever, or the like-prevailed in the town. This kept some of the regular attendants away altogether, and made others take to their heels the moment the day's list was run out. It was all a fabrication; for if Hygeia has head-quarters anywhere on earth, it is surely not far from the Devil's Dyke, in Cambridgeshire. The card for Tuesday was an ample one, but business did not commence till half-past two. The racing in the July week takes place, for the most part, on the site of the Round course, that part of the heath being or enjoying the reputation of being-softer, or not so hard as the cis-side during midsummer. The attendance was good, but not great as regarded numbers. There was all the accustomed activity-lungs of brass, with appropriate accompaniments, proclaiming the odds that would be given and accepted. Still business was slack, too many of the Epsom accounts were open. I saw promises to pay at Goodwood, which, if performed, must send down consols below zero. But let us to the fun. A handicap sweepstakes, of 20 sovs. each, for three-year-olds and upwards, new T.Y.C., brought to the post five; whereof The Widow was the best fancied, at 7 to 4 against her; Jim Robinson "up." The pace was true all the way, Nina winning rather cleverly by a length: but she must have "come" very late, as from the point at which I saw the finish I thought she was beaten. Match for 100 sovs., h. ft., new T.Y.C., Minto, 8st. 12lbs., against Stirabout, 6st. 10lbs., the "old one," with 6 to 4 on him, won in like manner by a like distance, We now come to the principal feature of the meeting-the July stakes. They had five-and-twenty nominations, and of these nine "shewed," as the saying is. The betting at the start brought Sweetheart all but even with the field, his price being 5 to 4. The opinion of the stable was that they should win, if a better was not in the lot-rather a natural conclusion-the meaning of which was they were not disposed to book "safe." Tordesillas was the best esteemed some time before the day; but either he is an imposter, or the winner was better than they had tried him to be. Sweetheart, as soon as they entered the cords, had it all his own way, winning without an effort by two lengths; but there was nothing of a Derby dash about the performance-of that there was no second opinion. Match for 200 sovs., h. ft., 8st. 4lbs., each; last half mile of the new T.Y.C. Estafette-Scampa Via being fancied at 2 to 1 on-went away in front, was not caught, and won by half a length. This was a passage of chivalry, where Greek met Greek— the names of the heroes, Flatman and Butler. A sweepstakes of 10 sovs. cach, for three-year-olds and upwards; T.M.M.; three subscribers, and all to go, wound up the list. They laid 3 to 1 that Lord Orford's colt, out of Mandane, won; but he did not. Mr. Combe's filly, out of Chadlington Maid, ran the stoutest and the fastest, and won with case by a length. Two matches having paid and compounded, we took our way homeward. Wednesday was another sample of what the good old English sum mers used to be. The heat literally poured down in a stream, and the ground was as hard as a hearth-stone; how bone and muscle at two years old could stand it was a natural-history miracle. The town was as quiet and gentlemanlike as if there was nothing on the scene beyond the ordinary routine. Nevertheless, people were on the qui vive: some buying horses, some selling them-or their neighbours: Newmarket is a market for all manner of merchandize. The programme was a long one, not less than seven events being set down for discussion. The |