tion previously unknown to any course in the kingdom. The present Duke has always been master of a racing stud; and, as proprietor of the domain and dispenser of its hospitalities, he has, indeed, won golden opinions from all classes. Olympiaca præmia palma. Long after the establishment of Goodwood races, their locality was of very inconvenient approach; and when you reached there, “ worse remained behind." Of all the unconscionable places in Christendom, perhaps Chichester was the most unmitigated during the race week. They asked you what they pleased, those Sussex Shylocks; and as there was nothing for it but to fast or to pay them their price, the consequence can be easily guessed. Now it is a very different affair. Both the Brighton and Portsmouth lines offer facility to the dwellers in the great city; and from every corner of the kingdom there is easy and reasonable access by railway. Thus, on the occasion with which we are dealing, the company bivouacked on the Isle of Wight, at all the watering-places on the coast between Southampton and Brighton, at all the towns and villages within reach of the lines; in short, everywhere except at Chichester its very name was an abomination in men's ears. To ourself fair Ryde afforded shelter; and such means and appliances, to boot, as memory will long store in her honey cells. Hence we sallied-what time an amphibious breakfast was done justice to each morning-to solve the problem embodied in our quotation from England's bard, with such fortune as will be found in the sequel. We The opening day of the meeting was remarkable for furnishing an especial sample of golden summer weather, shedding glory over the hills and valleys that meet the eye of those who journey through Surrey, Hants, and Sussex. Nothing could surpass it; save, indeed, the bright promise of a harvest a hundred-fold more lavish than hope could have dreamt. The approach to Goodwood was all that the lover of the sylvan and picturesque might desire; but the ascent to the course is a sad drawback for such as yet have a memory left of the post-horse, and that he is a locomotive with the property of suffering; but on the present occasion, truth demands that it be confessed, he had a smaller amount of labour, as a class, than we can remember for many years. The attendance was infinitely below the average of late seasons; and over the revellers there was a gloom which spread its influence upon you, however brilliant the spirits that you brought to the scene. will not speculate as to the cause of this undesirable dulness; but proceed to observe another characteristic of the day, and, as it shall prove, of the meeting, quite as obvious, though by no means equally to be regretted. This was, that men had "no speculation in their eyes," or hearts, or mouths-for betting was little more than nominal. For the hundreds that formerly were laid in the ring at Goodwood there were not sovereigns risked-if that word be fitting where chance is not, but rather the certainty of a foregone conclusion; the assurance of being done the moment that cabalistic word was uttered-by one of the miscellaneous public. The possibility of winning is confined to a privileged class-the certainty to a clique-whose philosophy is that of Captain Mirvan in "Evelina. Suppose," said the gallant officer to Beau Lovell, “I thought fit to say you hadn't a tooth in your head?" "But how would you prove it?" asked the maccaroni. "By knocking them all down your throat," replied the captain. 66 It's pretty That's the method by which the legs make things sure. sure betting against a horse that either don't start at all, or does 30 with a dose inside that would effectually stop one of Stephenson's engines. Well (and it was well), the odds were without friends; not so the sport-or the animals that made it. At one o'clock the Craven was run won by Wilderness, by reason that Ziska was a rogue. The Gratwicke followed in half an hour--the chronometrical order of the racing --Red Hart winning in a common canter: they called in Phoebus to witness he would win the St. Leger. The Lavant again fell to the lot of the Goodwood stable with Nectar. The £300 Sweepstakes for fouryear-olds, ditto by means of Lord George Bentinck's Ennui; and the Ham Stakes, ditto by the agency of the same nobleman's magnificent colt, Surplice one of the finest two-year-olds ever seen; in his points, the ditto of his mother, Crucifix. Considering all that has been lately said and sung of the doings and poisonings in the Goodwood team, such throwing in was rather fortunate! The 10 sovs. Sweeps, with Mr. Mostyn's 50 added, was an easy conquest for Campanile; as the Drawing-room Stakes proved for Mr. Gully's Mathematician. The Goodwood Club Stakes were won by Camera Obscura-or her jockey (some said the latter); and with the race for the Innkeeper's Plate the list concluded. It was all running-from the moment the first bell sounded until the last trumpet announced the Plater's homeward-bound. For this reason, beside the running, there is nothing to record. That it will materially influence events yet to come, however, there cannot be a doubt. On the second day the weather was delicious, the bill of fare prodigious, but the attendance far from brilliant. Business, too, was "weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable." Your "leg" might mouth him never so energetically, echo had "no effects," neither had his eloquence. We must, perforce however of time and place, be brief in our treatment of the sport. The Goodwood Produce Stakes were walked over for by Red Hart; and then Hydrangea won the Goodwood Stakes in what is called "a canter" on the turf. To this succeeded the Steward's Cup-a very fine race-won by The Cur by a head, The Quaker falling and breaking a leg. Camera Obscura won the Queen's Plate-no race; and the Stand Plate Wilderness walked over for. The Member's Plate Clarendon won in a canter, and then the Cowdray Stakes gave us one of the most stirring contests ever seen on a course-won by the King of Kildare, beating the Daughter of Toscar ; a brilliant wind-up to the day's sport. Stultz was scratched for all his engagements, in consequence of falling lame; his noble owner stood to win £15,000 on him for the Stakes. His judgment in horse-racing may be measured from this fact, barring that it was all guess work. Just before the Stakes were started for, he said, in the ring," Hydrangea will win, and Lothario will break down ;" and so it was. Thursday was a Cup day indeed. It was as hot as Timbuctoo, and as complete a crush as the Black Hole of Calcutta. We shall only observe, by way of introduction, that the quotations of the Cup betting must be received-relatively. For instance, the Hero was backed at odds very much affected by the price to which he once receded; those who laid 10 to 1 against him being compelled to back him at any price to get back some of their money. Of the approaches to Chichester whither tens of thousands were flocking-that by rail from Portsmouth was as bad as it could be; no human ingenuity could have made it worse. It is a great scandal that railway lines should be opened to the public before a single precaution or arrangement has been perfected for public safety or accommodation. For the Cup, young John Day made his return début on the turf. The only remark one cannot help making upon it being, that poor Alfred Day had his virtue for its reward. He has always gone straight on; it was hard on the first opportunity that he went straight off. The opening event, a 25 sovs. sweepstakes, Nectar walked over for; then Quicksand won one for a hundred very cleverly. A 200 sovs. sweepstakes Lola Montes did the same by, in the same fashion; and the Molecomb, Glendower won stylishly, in a field of four. This put the Cup on the scene, nine starters; and as they paraded in front of the Stand, like a cavalcade at Astley's, it was really a very striking pageant. The Hero was backed to win at 5 to 4 on him ; and the instant the flag fell he flew in front. The lead, however, was presently taken by the Arab, with an infinitesimal portion of humanity up. At the dip beyond the hill, the steed of the east was regularly done for decidedly baked. Then Eryx came; whereupon a fierce struggle ensued between him and the crack, terminating in the victory of the latter by a length. The Cup was thus put on the scene : The GOODWOOD CUP, value 300 sovs., the rest in specie, by subs. of 20 sovs. each, with 100 added; the second to receive 100 sovs., and the third 50; New Cup Course; 38 subs. .... ..J. Prince 2 . .Nat 3 ..F. Butler 4 Mr. J. Day's The Hero, by Chesterfield, 4 yrs., 9st. 6lb..J. Day, jun. 1 Lord E. Russell's Sting, 4 yrs., 9st. 4lb..... Templeman 0 ...J. Marson 0 Crouch 0 ...... ...Sly 0 Capt. James's gr. h. Monarch (an Arab), aged, 5st. 4lb....Dockeray 0 Betting at starting: 5 to 4 on The Hero (tk.), 4 to 1 agst. Wolfdog, 6 to 1 agst. Eryx, 10 to 1 agst. Halo, and 100 to 1 agst. Golden Rule. And now came the race for the Duke of Richmond's Plate of 100 sovs., won in rather a superior way by Alboni; her performance, like those of the talented warbler of the new opera, being entitled to the undisputed category of No. 1. The Racing Stakes of 50 sovs. brought to the post Van Tromp, Red Hart, and Planet; the betting being 5 to 2 on the Dutchman, 3 to 1 agst. Red Hart, and 4 to 1 agst. Planet. Red Hart led, Van Tromp following, and Planet in the rear. At the distance the Dutchman took up the running, Planet emerging from his position to that of second; at the Stand he struggled with the favourite, passed him, and came in the winner. This result must not be looked upon as being by any means a proper test: Red Hart most unquestionably was not himself, and Van Tromp was two stone worse than when a twoyear-old. The Duke of Beaufort's Plate of 100 sovs. was carried off by Mr. Gratwicke's Joyful in a canter. The 10 sovs. sweepstakes were won by Mr. Osbaldeston's Giselle in what may be characterized "the most easy manner imaginable.” The Widow succeeded in depriving her competitors of the Anglesea Stakes; the result adding one more instance to the few of a widow being run after without being caught. The last day was one of the most genial kind. The sport exhibited on this occasion was of a very negotiable description. The Holywell Stakes of 10 sovs. were borne off by Lord Eglinton's De Witt, who defeated the Duke of Richmond's Hornpipe by a head. Mr. Mostyn's Surplice won the Produce Stakes of 300 sovs., for two-year-olds, in an uncommonly slashing style. The Mostyn Plate was won by Mr. Clifton's Brown Bess in a canter. After this had been disposed of, expectation ran high on the Nassau Stakes, which came off in this wise: The NASSAU STAKES of 50 Sovs. each, for three years old fillies, 8st. 71b. each ; the winner of the July, Clearwell, Criterion, or Prendergast Stakes at Newmarket 3lb., of either Riddlesworth, Column, Newmarket, 2,000gs., or 1,000gs. Stakes at Newmarket, or Drawing Room Stakes at Goodwood, and the winner of the Great Produce Stakes at Ascot 6lb., of the Derby or Oaks at Epsom 91b. extra ; a winner of both Derby and Drawing Room Stakes 12lb. extra; the owner of the second horse to receive 100 sovs. out of the stakes; the New Mile; 21 subs. Mr. Payne's br. f. Clementina, by Venison, 8st. 13lb. (including 6lb. extra) Mr. Mostyn's b. f. Slander, 8st. 7lb.. Lord Exeter's b. f. Cosachia, 8st. 7lb.. Nat 1 2 3 H. Bell 4 5 J. Marson Mr. Mostyn's b. f. Archness, 8st. 7lb.. Lord Eglinton's b. f. Nerissa, 8st. 71b.... Betting: 11 to 10 agst. Slander, 5 to 2 agst. Cosachia, and 5 to 2 agst. Clementina. Mr. Mostyn declared to win with Slander. The Chesterfield Cup fell to the share of Mr. Rolt, whose Collingwood was the victor, without experiencing any great difficulty in cutting down the field. Brown Bess succeeded in bearing off the March Stakes; the Second Class being allotted to Mr. Irwin's Patriot and Mr. Day's Kismet, who divided, after an excellent race terminating in a dead heat. Mr. Merton's African winning the Challenge for the March Stakes, brought to an end the meeting of 1847 at Goodwood. The racing fixtures of the month just flitted by were many and various, consisting of, in round numbers, no less than forty-eight. Many of these we will not stop to particularize, from the nature of their details being of sorry and meagre complexion. Imprimis, our attention is claimed by the late gathering at Brighton; a town once celebrated for its courtly sojourners, now looking in vain for royal residents. That remarkably pepper-box fashioned edifice, wherein a monarch was wont to repair at seasons memorable, to enjoy his peace, is now, alas! no longer the favoured dwelling of the sovereign, whose desire, sooth to say, is that it may be taken to pieces. Notwithstanding royalty has turned its back upon this town, however there are still those of ton who hesitate not to make it their rendezvous. The townspeople displayed their good sense by contributing liberally to the exigencies of the meeting; the consequence was that scarcity of sport was not a fault that could be reasonably advanced. Perhaps the arrangements might be made more conducive to the comfort of the visitors in more ways than one. The veritable weighing stand that in bygone anniversaries "has braved the battle and the breeze" of popular indignation continues to grace, or rather disgrace, the Olympian section of the South Down. Surely it cannot require much weighing-the urgent desirableness of converting this hideous structure into matches for the million, or into Stygian conveniences for the completely ultra animal generation. On the first day, the racing commenced with the Pavilion Stakes-for which four started -won by Dover, the favourite, in a canter, the second place being awarded to Reflection. The others, Mastiff and Egremont, were in anything but respectable places at the finish. The Brighton Stakes of 25 sovs. were carried off by Lord Stradbroke's Lynceus in an uncommonly facile manner. The Town Plate became the trophy of Mr. Gratwicke, whose Lady Cecilia won the two last heats-the first giving rise to a misunderstanding, being won by Messenger; but owing to his having carried overweight without a declaration being made to that effect, Chatham was declared the victor in the first heat. On the second day the attendance was decidedly good. Her Majesty's Plate was won by Lynceus; the Tradesmen's Plate by Mr. Meiklam's Duncan. The third day gave rise to a sweepstakes of 10 sovs., the Sussex Plate, and the Railway Plate; the first being gained by Sir J. Hawley's Vanity, the second by Mr. Osbaldeston's Lanercost filly, and the last by Millwood. So much for the past; for that in futuro we are inclined to augur well. The meeting of 1848, under the stewardship of Lord Strathmore and Mr. Seymour, with the thorough determination of the residents of Brighton to devote their time and money (that important auxiliary) towards effecting vast improvements in the general arrangements, will, we confidently hope, prove to be productive of sport. The three days of Wolverhampton cannot, assuredly, be classed as glorious; for the first day, in addition to its not being remarkably rich in amount of visitors, was attended with a degree of moisture not to be relished by the unpaletot'd and unmacintosh'd section of humanity. The performances commenced with the Trial Stakes, won by Yardley without any difficulty; Lady Lift contrived to carry off the Produce Stakes in slashing style. Next came The WOLVERHAMPTON STAKES (Handicap) of 25 sovs., 15 ft., and 5 only if declared, with 100 added; the winner to pay 20 sovs. towards the expenses, and the second to save his stake; two miles and a half; thirty-six subs., of whom twentyseven paid 5 sovs. and four 15 sovs. each. Brookes 2 Lord Chesterfield's br. f. Cherry, by Elis, 4 yrs., 6st. 12lb..G. Oates 1 .....Tasker 0 Betting: 2 to 1 agst. Cherry, 2 to 1 agst. Lyme, 4 to 1 agst. Pal, 4 to 1 agst. Milliner. On the second day matters assumed a brighter appearance, both in respect of the attendance and of the weather. The first race of the day was the Patshull Handicap, for which Blackbird, Romance, and Patriot ran--the first-named proving the winner by three lengths. The Chillington Stakes gave rise to a spirited contest between the King of Kildare and Shylock, the former eventually proving victorious by a neck. The Cleveland Cup brought to the post only Inheritress and Jocose, the betting being 6 to 1 on the mare, who was beaten by a length; Jocose took the lead, and never was headed. The last day, if not attended by so numerous a company as the preceding, still boasted of a respectable show. The opening race was that for the New Stakes, won |