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If Eleus could only run when he would, may we not fairly suppose that by beating a horse when in the dumps, who at all other times was fairly entitled to be deemed a good animal, his party acquired a false estimate of their favourite's powers ? I myself, knowing the facts to be as they are here stated, formed a just estimate of this much vaunted Danebury nag, and looked upon Attila and Auckland, as the only horses “ for choice," of all the long line which filled Dorling's “carract card."
I have a prejudice—a foolish one I own it to be-but still a strong one, that a horse with a
crackjaw" name can never win the Derby. For sixty-two years has that event now annually taken place, and when did such a name as COLDRENICK ever occur? Mündig is the only one nearly approaching to the plebeian, upon which I can at present fix my memory. But what chance then has Fulwar Craven of ever again winning the Oaks, if he persists in such nomenclature as “I wish you may get it,”—“ Don't say no,” &c. &c?
The Danebury nag, however, in spite of his name, kept his place in the world's opinion, to the moment of starting. How his backers felt on looking for him in vain, at Tattenham Corner, may, as the news. papers say, “ be better imagined than described.”
I will now proceed at once to the business of the week.
The first race on Tuesday, for the Craven Stakes, brought out Forth's Oaks mare Lucy Banks, against the Leger winner, Satirist, and ten others. Satirist made the running, and the race home lay between him and Lucy Banks, the mare winning on the post by a neck. It may, or may not be remembered, that I, last year, gave Satirist but an indifferent character, which his performances in the present season have in no wise tended to improve.
For the Shirley Stakes, Mr. Sydney Herbert's Derby nag Nessus, beat Iole and Arkansas, in a pretty race.
The Woodcote Stakes were won by Mr. G. Ongley's filly by Camel, dam by Octavius, beating a field of three; and the Manor Plate won in two heats by Ajax closed the racing of a day, which is always as uninteresting as the first act of a play, or the first chapter of a fashionable novel.
“ The Derby Day” brought with it all its usual concomitants of carriages with loads of hampers—drags, with loads of mustachios, -and hack cabs, one-horse taxed carts, -and two horse vans, - with loads of cruelty. There was the usual show of new bonnets and smart parasols, the same array of silk jackets and white hats, and the customary consumption of cigars and oaths. The only difference was in the dust, and this, owing not to the liberality of the “ Pikemen," but to the plenteous rain of the preceding night, was for the nonce, quiescent. The features of the course were all the same; there was the same gay line of booths, with the same gay fluttering of flags as ever. The same crowd of pedes
trians and vehicles within the ropes, looking as if they had slept there ever since the Derby, 1841-and the same half-guinea aristocracy crowning the hill in glorious confusion.
Moreover there were more than the usual number of Aying reports. Barrier had been beaten in a trial by. Defier, and would not start :Auckland had an accidental (?) leg, and could not start,- Jack was on the rise under the impression that the Scott's had a second horse, and the same cause had depreciated Attila, who had fallen from three to four and five to one. In the meantime, Coldrenick“ held his own" until the ring broke up, and the horses came out for their preliminary gallop. Now this I take to be a sight to puzzle any judge.
The horses on this occasion, more especially the nervous ones, seldom appearing to the best advantage. Here, however, was enough to satisfy any man who knew a horse from a handsaw, as to the pretensions of Coldrenick ; his fault, a fatal one in all cases, was instantly apparant to a practised eye, he was weak under the saddle -in fact so utterly deficient was he in anything approaching to the passable as to loin and carcase, that as I turned away, I mentally muttered to myself—if that horse wins the race to day, I'll enter a Red Herring for next year, and ride him myself."
Attila went quickly, but short ;-Jack looked in better condition ; Combermere strode along in a manner which gained him many friends as an outsider ; Policy looked full of running, and in first-rate order ; and The Agreeable colt, with veteran Sam on his back, looked as though he meant to astonish all his friends agreeably. My favourite in the race however, Auckland, looked dull, and heavy, and so much out of sorts, that one might readily give some credit to the many rumours which were afloat respecting him; moreover he had Tommy Lye upon his back, therefore I turned away at once in utter despair, and whistled “ all is lost now.”
The ring had broken up with the following odds current: 11 to 8 agst Coldrenick. 5 to 1 agst Attila (6 to 1 laid two or three times) 12 to 1 agst Jack, 12 to 1 agst Forth’s lot, 14 to 1 agst Seahorse, 20 to 1 agst Agreeable colt, 30 to 1 agst Chatham, 40 to lagst Combermere, 40 tol agst William de Fortibus, 40 to 1 agst Lasso, 50 to 1 agst Auckland, and 1,000 to 10 agst any other, and after two or three false attempts, and dodges, peculiar to a Derby array, a bungling start was effected; and the following twenty-five were “off”.
Colonel Anson's b. or br.c. Attila, by Colwick (W. Scott)
Mr. Greenwood's, jun. br. c, Lasso, by The Saddler (Heseltine)
General Yates's br. c. Seahorse, by Camel (Nat) Combermere went off with the lead, making strong running up the hill, at the top of which he found himself in company with Belcmur, Attila, and Lasso-of these, Lasso was the first to fall off, the other three carrying the running round Tattenham Corner, where Attila had the race in hand, and successively beat off each opponent, going in an easy winner by two good lengths. The only race was amongst the field for second ; Robert de Gorham came up from the rear, passing all his horses in succession, until he collared Belccur at the Stand, and beat him cleverly for the second place, by a length. Auckland, who ran a very good horse, was so well up with Belcæur at the finish that I am inclined to think him best entitled to the third place; the Agreeable colt was fifth, Policy sixth, and Seahorse seventh, Coldrenick was beaten before he had got up the hill ; Chatham fell lame; Robinson declares the race to have been fast throughout; and William Scott vows (what I can readily believe) that Attila could have won by six lengtlıs if he had liked.
Attila's "party" are said to be good winners, in addition to the stake, which amountsto £4,900; and rumour has already been busy with some names which are said to be opening a communication with “ The Levant,” so that I fear Tuesday will not bring about an easy settlement.
Did anybody ever see any one of the races after the Derby, on a Derby day? I never did. However, on this occasion, the loss was little, since the first race was a Selling Stake with the winner valued at £120. The second with a winner worth £100; and the last with a winner at £80. “ The force of sinking could no farther go.” Nine
rips” started for the first, Forth running first and second with Camel lino and Trident. Six “bokickers" scrambled for the next, which Forth had also the honour (?) of winning with Knightsbridge; and twelve“ knackers" limped for the last, a Mulatto colt beating Captain Rous's Nicholas by half a length. What an equality of wretchedness! —and what a termination to a Derby Day! Here is contrast indeed ! The first race of the day run for £4,900, and raising the value of the winner at once to at least £5,000; the last, a stake of £95, eagerly contested by twelve wretches, all running to be claimed for eighty pounds. Alas! this little incident bears but too striking an analogy to the events of this great festival. First we see wealth and splendour wasting their substance, and lavish of every luxury, and in a few short hours, hungry want and squalid misery are eagerly fastening on the scattered remnants of the rich man's feast.
Lassitude and weariness are the-day-after the-fair attributes of the intermediate Thursday; the beggars outnumbering the visitors by two to one. The racing was good, and moreover plentiful ; but it was like evaporated seltzer or fat “third day” Chainpagne.
The first Race, a Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. was won by Mr. Herbert's Teatotaller, by a head, beating, Mr. Goodman's Miss Fidget, 4 yrs. old, allowed 211b. ; Lord Exeter's Revision, 3 yrs. old; Mr. May's Master Aaron, 4 yrs. old, allowed 211b.; Mr. Nightingale's Ajax, 4 yrs. old, allowed 9lb.; Mr. Treen's Haitoe 3 yrs. ; Captain Ives's Folly, 5 yrs. old, allowed 21lb.; Mr. King's Tommy, 3 yrs. old, allowed 141b.; Mr. Forth's Vibration, 3 yrs. old, allowed 9lb.; Mr. Phillimore's Rochester, 3 yrs. old, allowed 9lb.; and Mr. Kling's Dahlia, 5 yrs. old, allowed 21lb.
To this followed a free Fifty Pounds, for any horse entered for any of the races on Tuesday and Wednesday; others to pay three sovs. each; three yrs. old, 6st. 10lb.; four, 8st. 7lb.; five, &st. 1216. ; six yrs. and aged, 9st. llb.; mares and geldings, allowed 3lb. The winner to be sold for 200 sovs. ; &c. Mile heats, which was won in four heats, by Mr. Fulwar Craven's That's-the-time-of-day; and The last race, another Fifty Sovs. free for any horse which has been entered for any of the preceding races ; others to pay three sovs. each; 3 yrs. old, 6st. 10lb.; four yrs. old, 8st. 7lb.; five yrs. old, 8st. 121b.; six yrs. old and aged, 9st. llb.; mares and geldings allowed 3lb Winner to be sold for £150. Mile and quarter heats - produced three beats, won by Mr. Shelley's b. c. by Glaucus, out of Malibran, beating five others.
Friday brought a beautiful day for the benefit of the Oaks, and of the “ select few” who prefer that anniversary to the more tumultuous Derby. There was a fair attendance, hardly so large as in former years, and, of course, not to be compared with that of Wednesday, but yet large as compared with the attendances on any other race course.
The first race of the day was, as usual, for the Oaks, for which the following sixteen came to the post :
Mr. F. Marshall's cb. f. by Bran, out of Fury (Lye)
After four false starts, in one of which that unlucky jockey Nat got thrown,-Topsail went away with the lead at a good pace, making running for Firebrand, Dilbar,-Firebr and, and the Fury filly lying close behind her. Topsail gave way to Firebrand at the turn, and at the same place Dilbar swerved out, and lost her “ little” chance. Firebrand carried on the running to the distance, where the Fury filly came out, and won very cleverly by a length. Meal caught Firebrand at the stand, and beat her for the £100 by about a length, Ma-Mie was fourth, Coral fifth, and Lucy Banks sixth.
The value of the stakes was £3,150, and much money (for an Oak race) will certainly change hands. The prominent question in every body's mouth is “Who is Marshall.” To this the answer is, that if hitherto comparatively unknown, he has made a very good beginning for fame.
A £50 race for three-year olds was won by Tole, beating Cheops,