GREEN; YELLOW SLEEVES, BELT, AND CAP 



general view. Irish Mail was at the top of his form. 

 In January he had won a steeplechase at Manchester, at 

 Hurst Park he had beaten Balscadden, Rory O'Moore 

 and Growler. It had of course been demonstrated that, 

 to revert to the familiar expression, he was a Liverpool 

 horse. No one could have been surprised to find him 

 on the morning of the race a strong favourite at 6 to i, 

 just preferred to Lord Marcus, about whose ability to 

 jump the fences some doubt existed. A grey horse 

 called Silver Top stood at 9 to i, a horse with rather an 

 interesting history. He had been hunted continuously 

 when one of his riders, feeling himself carried along at 

 a great pace, suggested that the horse appeared quite 

 likely to win a little steeplechase, and he was put into 

 training accordingly, thoroughly justifying the opinion 

 which had been formed of him, for he finished second 

 for the National Hunt Steeplechase of 19 14, and did 

 distinctly well in other events, though as was to be here 

 demonstrated a National was beyond his compass. That 

 good horse Balscadden, together with Lord Suffolk's 

 Father Confessor, were backed at 10 to i, followed in 

 the market by Bachelor's Flight and Ally Sloper. 

 Balscadden was one of those horses who could not be 

 put in the wrong place. He won races on the flat, races 

 to which class attached, two Newbury Cups among them, 

 won over hurdles and over fences alike, calling to mind 

 the achievements of Soliman, the son of St. Simon, of 

 Count Schomberg, of I should also add Wavelet's Pride. 



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