Mr.

being the outside of what any one would bet against him. Houldsworth's Stable got an extraordinary lift on the 14th-1000 to 8 had been betted against Rough Robin; 12 to 1 was the top of the odds against him on this day; he has again gone back, and is not at all talked of. Sorcery (now Cadland), since winning the Two Thousand, has been backed freely, though The Colonel is decidedly first in public estimation. Southcote is gone quite to the outside; neither can the Duke of Grafton's stable get their accustomed place.

On the Oaks there has not been much done; and the betting on the Leger has been still slacker: in short all are wary. The meetings have drawn the attendance from Tattersall's in a great measure; but the following may be taken as the regular market terms of doing bu siness.

Tattersall's, April 26, 1828.

DERBY.

Z. B.

7 to 2 agst The Colonel (taken freely). 4 to 1 agst Cadland (taken).

10 to 1 agst Lambtonian (taken).
12 to 1 agst Giraffe (taken).

12 to 1 agst Zinganee (taken).
14 to 1 agst The Merchant.
16 to 1 agst Rough Robin.

18 to 1 agst Southcote (no takers).
30 to 1 agst Navarino (taken).
30 to 1 agst Oppidan (taken).
40 to 1 agst Mariner (taken).
Enthusiast (gone).

25 to 1 agst Emmelina (taken). 25 to 1 agst Louisa (taken). 25 to 1 agst Economist. 33 to 1 agst Marion. 33 to 1 agst Herbert Lacy. 40 to 1 agst Southcote (taken). 50 to 1 agst The Abbot. 50 to 1 agst Murphy. 65 to 1 agst Ben Lomond. 100 to 1 agst Lady Vane.

Navarino not mentioned since the run

ning for the Two Thousand Guineas.

THE TWO THOUSAND AND ONE

THOUSAND GUINEA STAKES.

Newmarket, Thursday, April 24. E have just room to notice,

WE

that the Sorcery colt (now called Cadland) won the Two Thousand Guinea Stakes, and Zoe the One Thousand. Navarino was backed at even for immense sums to win the former, but was the first horse beaten in the race; and he has sorely disappointed the expectations of his owner and all Newmarket. The race was all between Cadland and Lepanto: nothing else had a chance; and it was only won by a head. This has occasioned considerable alteration in the Derby betting, as will be seen by our account above. The Colonel having last year beaten Lepanto easy, when belonging to Mr. Ridsdale, has deservedly become first favorite; for it was clear Cadland had his work cut out to beat Lepanto on the present occasion.

The Filly Race almost excited as much interest as the preceding. Zuleika went off at score, and did all the work for the first half mile, when Trampoline let loose, and completely beat her. Zoe was behind, Robinson holding her tight in hand. He brought her out at the Ropes, where she ran up to Trampoline, gave her the go by, and finally won by two lengths. Zoe of course stands in high estimation for the Oaks..

ON Sunday the 8th I left Quorn, and proceeded to London on my road home, ordering my groom to make the best of his road to Lynd. hurst with my horses, to enable me to top up the season in the Forest. The first thing I thought of after passing Leicester, was to look out for the place where the London mail coach had been overturned a short time since, and a valuable life the sacrifice. So much having been said of it at the time, I particularly noticed the situation of Mr. Cooper's garden wall at Great Glen; and I have not the least he sitation in declaring, that, as far as I am competent to judge of the situation of the horses and coach previous to the occurrence of the accident, the said garden wall had no more to do with it than my own garden wall here. No; the melancholy catastrophe had its origin in the too-common practice of trusting highly-fed and wellbred coach horses to weak reins, which, sooner or later, must give way-and an overturn under similar circumstances must have happened on any road. There was another thing which ought to be made known: the guard was unfit for duty at the time, having injured his knee, which prevented his getting to the assistance of the coachman, which he might have done by crawling over the roof. The horses, it seems, were beyond the controul of the coachman for nearly three miles; and all practical men must know, that on such a length of ground there must have been some parts of it on which they must have been brought

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to their collars, and when, with the assistance of a man who knew what he was about, their mad career might have been restrained. However, this is an old story now.

We cannot be much surprised at what we read of the divine honours paid by eastern nations to the Sun, in acknowledgment of the benefits they receive from that glorious luminary; for, without its salutary and vivifying beams, all would be darkness and death. An April sun and fox-hunting, however, do not by any means assimilate; and Leicestershire, at the time I am speaking of, impressed me with the idea that its land was intended for other purposes than for fox-hounds to run over. Looking at it with the eye of a farmer-or, I would rather say, of a grazier-it is certainly a noble county, and was just now shewing itself to advantage, by a fine display of young grass. For a sample, there is a field by the road side at Oxenden, two or three miles from Market Harborough, which contains one hundred acres; and the summer before the last there were depastured on these hundred acres-and not only depastured but made fat-the astonishing number of ninety-seven bullocks and two hundred sheep, with the addition of one horse! The field is the property of a Mr. Harrison of Leicester. Notwithstanding this, I should not choose Leicestershire for a perpetual residence: but this I should very much like-I should like to pass one hundred winters at Melton Mowbray, with a good stud of well-bred B

ones. I would ask for no greater reward for the very few virtues I may be found to have possessed.. Having now turned my back upon Yorkshire, I began to ruminate upon what I had seen in it; and, as I proceeded on my journey, amused myself by noticing a few heads in my pocket-book on which I might hereafter descaut. The first of these, as might naturally be expected, was its character as a fox-hunting country, which, according to my judgment and experience of it, is comprised in a few words. It is, like all the provincials, too close to enjoy hounds in, and subject to everlasting interruptions from coverts, rivers, canals, and rail-roads. The ploughed land in some parts may rather be termed rotten than deep though, generally speaking, this is by no means its characterbut in the Bedale country the grass land is particularly sound and dry. The fences, with the exception of the brooks, are such as do not so much put to the test the spring and power of a hunter, as his temper and the ready use of his legs; but the finger of his rider is almost constantly put to the trial. It is a country in which men who ride quickly over it must get falls.

For scent, I should say, Yorkshire is upon the whole favorable, and Holderness good to the proverb; but, notwithstanding this, I have reason to think straight-forward runs are scarce articles in this land of sporting. It must, how

ever, be recollected, that the ma jority of the coverts are whin-or gorse, as we call it in the Southand ringing runs generally prevail where they abound; which accounts for the ease with which gentlemen now jump upon their second horses in Leicestershire. A fox breaking from a wood has usually time to look about him, steal quietly away, and make his point; but from a gorse covert he is almost always viewed away, is alarmed, gets blown, and turns

short.

As a sporting county, Yorkshire has no parallel, neither is it possible it ever can have one. In extent (ninety square miles) it is equal to several of the petty German principalities; and every man in it-aye, even the Archbishop himself-is a sportsman. There is not a "boots" at an inn that has not his guinea on the St. Leger; and the manufacturer with his apron, who, in other places, knows no more of a horse than a horse knows of him, will take "foive to one" he names the winner. In short, the horse is the Yorkshireman's idol; and had Virgil visited its plains previous to writing his first Georgic, he would have assuredly given it the preference to Epirus.

There is one thing relating to the horse, in Yorkshire, which fell far short of my expectation. Having heard so much, all my life, of the great North Road, I was sorely disappointed in the posting*. Both horses and carriages cut a poor

appearance-the former not more than half fed; and the turns-out of the head inns of Worcester. Reading, or Newbury, would put all Yorkshire to the blush. Coaching also is not more than half done as it should be; and the only thing I saw that I cau commend in this department is, the pretty general abolition of the linch pin, and the substitute of the cap and nuts to the wheels, to the great security of the public. The substituting of the active nag horse for the heavy-moving cart horse, I have already alluded to with pleasure; but I do not think I described the method of putting horses to farmers' wagons in Holderness. Four of them make the team, and they are harnessed in the following manner.-No shafts are used; but the wheelers are pole-chained, like coach horses, to a pole, and the wagoner rides the near-side one. The leaders work in swing bars attached to a main bar, as in a coach, and the wagoner drives them in reins. Their general pace appeared to me to be about six miles per hour with an empty, and four with a loaded wagon. What an improvement upon the general system, and how practicable in all counties where the roads are stoned and hard!

The Bible informs us there was a time when the whole earth had but one language, and the same words; and perhaps I might say, that, but for my namesake Nimrod, such might have been the case now. As it is, however, not only has every country its own lingo, but some countries have more than one. I am of course here alluding to the corruption of language which Hudibras distinguishes by every-day suit," or, in plainer English, the proverbial and fami

"the

liar diction of each respective district. Certain, however, it is, that, were a man born in London or Westminster to be dropped in some parts of Yorkshire and Durham, he would have almost as much difficulty in holding a conversation with the lower orders of the inhabitants as if they had addressed him in Hindoostanee. As for myself, I gave it up as a hopeless case; and, if on going to meet hounds I got out of my latitude, I sometimes preferred trusting to chance, rather than stopping to ask questions to which I could not comprebend the answers. In Durham this peculiarity is still more striking than it is in Yorkshire; although the latter county is not much behind it. Who, for instance, but a Yorkshireman could understand the following, from the lips of a Ripon crier? or, indeed, who could well read it without a glossary?

The Bellman's Cry at Ripon, in Yorkshire, in a great Frost, and a fall of Snow-I Is to gie notidge that Joanie Pickersgill yeats yewn to neit, to moarn at moarn, an' to moarn at neit, an' nea langer as lang as storm hods, cause he can get na mair eldin."

The Translation.- "I am to give notice, that John Pickersgill heats his oven to-night, to-morrow morning, and to-morrow at night, and no longer as long as the storm lasts, because he can get no more fuel."

So much for Yorkshire lingo. During my visit to Raby, Lord Cleveland told me I missed a treat by not being present at an interview he had with one of his Durham earth-stoppers; but I will answer for it I should not have understood five words he uttered. Language, however, is the dress

of thought; and there is something very amusing in the native laconism, as Mr. Pope calls it, of these people, when neatly and aptly applied. The following is no bad specimen. The Marquis was changing horses some time since at an inn in his neighbourhood, when he expressed a wish that no time should be lost, as he was in a hurry. "Drive my Lord well, lads," said the landlord; " but (by a side wind) mind me―don't overegg t pudding." Anglicè, "Don't kill my horses*."

The monosyllables cars, gylls, and stells often appear in Lord Cleveland's book. "What is a stell?" said I, one day, to a Durham sportsman. "A stell is a beck," he replied. "What is a beck?" added I. "A beck is a brook," was the answer. "Oh, now I have it," resumed I.

The character of men's native country is for the most part as strongly impressed upon them, as its accent is on their tongue; and such is the case here. The county of York is a proud and bold feature in the map of England, and its inhabitants do not disgrace it. They are good soldiers, keen

sportsmen, and a fine manly race, worthy of British soil. I was sorry to hear of the distress that existed in many parts of the county the two last winters, which I hope is not an usual occurrence. So pressing was it in the West Riding, that, I was told, if a poor man killed a pig, he was obliged to sit up at night to watch it, if he wished to save his bacon; but hunger will break through stone walls," says the proverb.

I shall now take leave of the North, with presenting my readers with a celebrated hunting song, made some years since on Lord Cleveland's Hunt, when his Lordship had the Badsworth country. I have heard it sung several times by an old friend of mine, now gone to his fathers, who added one more verse to it, in which himself was signalised. He was a native of the county, it is true; but I have reason to believe he was some hundred miles distant at the time. The cheat, however, was a harmless one. Several of the characters mentioned here no longer exist, but it was considered a welldrawn picture at the time.

With my, &c.