racing began at half-past two, with a match for 100 sovs., h. ft.-last half of the Bunbury mile-between the Duke of Bedford's Treacherous, 8st. 9lbs., and Sir Joseph Hawley's Slang, 6st. 13lbs. The odds were a point in favour of the light weight, but the handicapping is rarely wrong in his Grace's stable, so Treacherous "won in a canter by two lengths." Fifty sovs. for three-year-olds and upwards, to start at the starting post of the T.M.M. and run to the end of the Round Course, brought out a trio; Old Collingwood, with 8 to 1 on him, winning in a canter by a couple of lengths. Few animals have turned out better than this: half-a-dozen as well managed in their youth would make a profitable stud. A Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each, for three year olds and upwards; Bunbury Mile; three nominations, and all ran. They laid 5 to 4 on Whetstone. The favourite was unkind at the post; and when he did go went as unpleasantly as he could. He was winning at the finish, when he repeated his bolt, and lost the race to Cracow by a neck. A Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each, for two year olds, four subscribers, brought the whole lot to the post, and John Scott's Albreda was the favourite, with 7 to 4 against her; the field was a wretched one. The race, if

such it must be called, was won by a filly out of Thug's dam. Match for 200 sovs., h. ft.; last half mile of the New T.Y.C.; the Duke of Bedford's Newport, Sst. 12lbs. (2 to 1 on him) beat Lord Clifden's Sieyon, 6st. 10lbs., after a very resolute set-to. A Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each, for three-year-olds; New T.Y.C. Four named, and all went. The betting made the gelding by Epirus, dam by D'Egville, first, at 10 to 6 against him-Ione 7 to 4, and 5 to 2 against Bastillian. This also was a very spirited affair, the three doing their devoirs dashingly, Bastillion the winner by a head. The Town Plate brought out half a dozen; 5 to 4 on Retail. The favourite ran after the good old plan; he took the lead, and kept it, despite a rattling rush at his heels by the filly out of Coranna's dam, and Quinine. It was a most enjoyable day's racing, albeit the stakes were of the humblest. I fear it must be added that the rising generation at Newmarket savours strongly of the same character.

Thursday. As there was a special train to start for town at three o'clock, the appointments for the heath were early. Had it been otherwise, there was no inducement to make it later. The spirit of speculation was by means active: a "pot" had been put on for the Chesterfield, and coming events elsewhere were hardly alluded to. The list was reduced to three races, and of these, that above spoken of alone command any observation. The muster beyond the Ditch was very select. The sport commenced with a 15 sovs. Handicap Sweepstakes, seven subscribers, of whom two paid. They took 7 to 4 about Taffrail, and short odds about some of the others, but the winner was not named. It was a merry spurt up to the cords, where Sultana went in front, stayed there, and won very easily by a length. The Chesterfield Stakes of 30 sovs. each, 20 ft., for two-year-olds, last half of the Bunbury mile, twenty-nine subscribers-mustered a field of half-a-dozen! Cranberry monopolised the ring at 7 to 4 on him, because of his forward place for the July; 5 to 1 against anything else. The whole came on fair terms to the hill, where the favourite, Sisyphus, and Cora came out, and ran a very severe finish home, which Cranberry won by sheer dint

of pluck, and the emphatic fashion in which Templeman kept him on his mettle. It is hardly necessary to remark that the result gives a low average of the two-year-old form at head quarters. A Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. apiece, for three-year-olds, closed the list and the meeting. The winner was Susan Lovel. Before they parted, the industrious got on about The Hero for the Goodwood Cup at 4 to 1, on the “numquam dormio" principle.

Contemporary with the July Meeting at Newmarket were Carlisle Races. Their most memorable event was the signal defeat of Chanticleer for the Cumberland Plate. This has been the especial season for turning to foolishness the wisdom of the wise. The meeting was said to have been a successful affair altogether; let us hope it may go on and prosper. Speaking of turf progress, let me not overlook the announcement of a third meeting for the present year at Epsom. Mr. Dorling has got together a fund of £500, public money, to be given for one day's racing. This is certainly doing the thing handsomely, and is every way deserving of success. The time arranged by the stewards of the Jockey Club is the Tuesday succeeding Doncaster Races, viz., the 18th of September.

The monster meeting of the month was that celebrated on Aintree. Liverpool, since the application of steam to the purposes of travelling, has become the centre of the British sporting radius. There England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales gather together without any greater exertion than each would require to attend a native tryst. Still it is a place rather for rollicking and "cutting a shine" than legitimate sport. The racing at Aintree can bear no comparison with that at Epsom, Ascot, Goodwood, or Doncaster; neither can the coursing at Altcar compete with the exhibitions of long dogs on the Hampshire or Wiltshire downs. The recent turf occasion was a mighty holiday, at which there was a show of horse-racing and much miscellaneous betting. Among the features of the fun was the impunity granted to The Dutchman, who walked over for his engagements, and the winning of the great Handicap by an extreme outsider. Suppose Lady Superior should win the St. Leger-and why shouldn't she?-isn't she big enough to carry Lord Eglinton's horse and jockey into the bargain? In lieu of the narrow turnpike road that whilom led to the course, there was a railway called the something or other "Lancashire," which put people down adjacent to the Grand Stand. But the passage was not in great odour. The usual marts for speculation, and other amusements, were open, and a considerable degree of rough-and-ready happiness prevailed. Wednesday, the 11th ult., was the first of the three days. Eight events were on the cards, whereof four were played out. It was at halfpast two on this day that the Earl of Eglinton declared his horses Belus and Solon would not start for the Goodwood Cup; at four The Flying Dutchman was scratched for the Liverpool St. Leger. There was an other in the stable could save him the trouble. Of the issues disposed of by wager of battle, the first was the Mersey Stakes for two-yearolds, won in a field of half-a-dozen by Col. Anson's filly out of Potentia; she had the call in the ring at starting. First year of the Post Produce Sweepstakes of 200 sovs. each, h.-ft., to run at two and three years old, of the nine subscribers produced four runners. The Italian

was backed at 5 to 2 on him, and they laid 2 to 1 against Tingle, the pair having all the speculation to themselves. So also it fell out with the race, Tingle proving victorious after a very game set-to. This, of course, "doubled up" The Italian's Derby backers. The second year of the Post Produce Sweepstakes of 200 sovs. each, h. ft., for foals of 1846, The Dutchman walked over for, as he had previously done for the Bickerstaff Stakes; and then there was a great gathering for a Produce Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. apiece, fifty-three subscribers, and a baker's dozen to the post. They took 2 to 1 about Sweetheart, but he was "nowhere" in the race, which Harriett" won easily by a length. Either the winner of the July was out of form, or the Newmarket running was "good for nothing.' good for nothing." A Plate of sixty sovereigns, won by Roland, closed the day's catalogue. It would be a repetition of the calendar to particularize the walks over, or to give details of mere matter of fact results having only temporary interest. I will therefore confine my notices to such events as either had prospective relation, or were subjects of more than ordinary observance.

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Thursday was the Cup day...and the three kingdoms came out in a force it was 66 a caution" to see. Was it any wonder, considering that the jaunt to the course was to be accomplished for the sum of fourpence? The reader will imagine what the thing was altogether-"at the price." A trifling sweepstakes and a walk-over preceded the race for the Cup. Of the original 123, there had been 63 declarations of forfeit; and at the last moment half-a-score were seen ready for the fray. Essedarius was, on the best possible grounds, first in favour, at 2 to 1...and-passing over several others, backed for one reason or another, or for none at all-Bon-mot was at 20 to 1. His weight was 5st., which is certainly little lumber for a race-horse of three years old, in the month of July, that can boil up a gallop of any kind. However, there were lighter weights than even that in the Cup; so let it It is said the pace was bad; but, whatever it was, Bon-mot made it better than any of his adversaries, winning cleverly by a length; the favourite next to him. There was a mistaken objection made by the trainer of Essedarius, on the ground that the Irish horse should have carried extra weight for winning a Queen's Plate, and a mistaken statement put forth, as a commentary on it, to the effect that "the penalties for winning applied exclusively to handicaps," which is not the case, and is alluded to here lest it should lead to confusion on some other occasion......A Free Handicap of 20 sovs., with 30 added, eleven subscribers, and half-a-dozen at the post, produced a fine race, which Woolwich won by a neck. For the Derby Handicap, of the twentysix named, but three had the courage to face Elthiron, who, with 5 to 4 on him, won, as it suited his jockey's orders. Sylvan won the Queen's Plate; and the Cup day set upon its hundreds of thousands. Friday was "a bumper at parting. The opening event was the St. Leger, for which Belus and Vanguard were about even each, the former having the call. It was a pretty little stake of £600 for the winner-Lord Eglinton, whose star is surely in the ascendant as re gards Olympics. Four started, the two cracks running a slashing "Who shall?" to the chair, past which Belus popped half his length first. Strongbow, with 3 to 1 on him, beat Fitzpatrick for the

Knowsley Dinner Stakes-run a match; and Col. Anson's filly by Jereed, out of Muff, won the Stanley Stakes, beating four others, by a length. The Bentinck Testimonial, Bon-mot, with 7st. 5lbs. on him, won in a canter by a length and a-half (thereupon passing into the possession of the Duke of Bedford); and the Aintree Stakes Harriott did the same by. The Match for 200, between Little Isaac and Voyageur, same weights, the former secured without an effort; and the Selling Stakes, in three heats, became the property of Mr. B. Green, with his colt Arab. Thus closed the most popular tryst of the season. In all its professional details it was most admirably conceived and executed; and it is pleasant to be able to say those by whom they were contrived had their reward...

The week which commenced on the 16th was prolific in racing, but not of the first class. Nottingham, Sutton Park (the Birmingham Elis), Oxford, Salisbury, Lancaster, Stamford, Wenlock-all had their passages of chivalry, and all were full of the social characteristics of England. Long may they be such as they are! Long may the spirit of boon fellowship give grace to our manly pastimes and recreations. Let those say who will that the sports of the field foster rude dispositions and ungentle natures, while we can point to the land wherein they are national as that to which Peace can fly from the storms that convulse the world, and find a welcome and a home!

SPORTING CLUB S.

BY THE EDITOR.

"Nature has meal and bran: contempt and grace."

CYMBELINE.

Shakspeare, a downright and earnest philosopher, is nevertheless gentle in the fashion of his phrase: Eugène Sue, who appertains to a school peradventure as sound of logic though less nice of speech, says "there are two sorts of men in the world-those that are hanged, and those that ought to be." The deduction is, that society has its goats and sheep, which should not be folded together in common. Turn where you will-to Almack's in the West or a "Free and Easy" in the East-and you will find this principle practically treated. The pastime of "ratting," which perhaps has less pretence to "grace " than any other diversion of modern civilization, has its appointed circles. A weekly journal now before me announces that "The Small Toy Dog Club" hold their meetings every Thursday evening. It then goes on to state......"The committee intend mustering in strong force on Thursday next. Many old fanciers will attend, with their beautiful Toy dogs. The ratting came off at Shaw's last Tuesday: his domestic cat killed rats in the pit, before nearly 100 gentlemen-she certainly is a phe

nomenon. Jemmy is always bringing out wonders in the fancy. Several matches are made to come off on Thursday evening, and his cat will kill afterwards-also his mongoose." (?) "And on Thursday evening next a match of great interest between two gentlemen's dogs to kill 20 rats!!"...... The Small Toy Dog Ratting Club gives notice of motion with a precision that would become either House of Parliament. There may be those indeed who will not clearly understand the nature of its "mongoose;" but do not both Lords and Commons, now and then, put forth matters that are not quite intelligible?

These are not the days of exclusiveness-but even red Paris has its "clubs;" this is the time when especially it pleaseth the popular taste to "fraternize;" nevertheless there is no republic so rampant that it calleth the Nigger to its counsels, and the Bushman to its places of honour, saying "is he not our brother?" The separate system is the great fact of our social policy. Between the Protectionist and the Free-trader there is a great gulf fixed, which whilom divided the Tory from the Whig. Though the philosophy that Horace deplores in his Epistle, commencing "Qui fit Mecenas," be as prevalent as it was under the Cæsars, the practice of consorting together pervades all the employments of life. Commerce, trade, agriculture, "law, physic, and divinity:" those who labour with their heads, their hands, or their heels, and those who labour not at all, assemble and meet over turtle or tripe, burgundy or bohea, to praise the past and abuse the present. There is nothing like leather," is still the cry of the currier: the golden age, says the farmer, is when wheat sells at 100s. the quarter. That is, so sayeth snob to snob, and hodge to hodge

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"A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.”

Hence the sympathy that draws together those of similar interests or common pursuits. Father Mathew-albeit his faith savoured more of churlishness than good fellowship, was chief of the teetotalers--" the army of martyrs" as the irreverent were wont to call them. Unity, if not brotherly love, is the instinct of civilization; class association is the shibboleth of caste in social life, whether under trial or otherwise.

In all relations thus is it-save in that community, offensive and defensive, known as the turf. For this cause I have held it not inconvenient to offer a second chapter on the subject of Sporting Clubs, the gist whereof should be the adoption of elective societies in connexion with racing. It is a subject very meet for canvass in a work of this character. The world is too busy to think for itself, but on the principle of compensation is singularly plastic to such as take the trouble off its hands. Don't deny it do not dare me to the proof. Since you will-do you remember the autumn of 1845 ?......

My opinion of public betting as at present constituted is well known to all who have been familiar with these pages during the last ten years. I felt it my duty to declare it to be that which I knew it a delusion and a snare-the resource of desperate and unprincipled men—and from that service I did not shrink, notwithstanding the efforts that were made to direct odium against the warning as well as against him by whom it was given. But full of evil as the practice is, I do not think it a subject for legislative interference. As part and parcel of the pub