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I did not hear whether he was let in or not. 

 Lord Seymour's Morotto, five-years old, and 

 the Vervier Society's Waverer, were the op- 

 ponents, Cockerill's Amelie being drawn. The 

 start was inimitable : the lad, all anxiety, 

 placed himself a little a-head : the bell rung; : 

 spurs and whip into his old mare ; up went 

 her heels, swish her long tail, and with a 

 salvo of artillery off she went at score, ran out 

 of the course, got in again, and went half round 

 before the " tits ;" but alas ! alas ! — there 

 Mrs. Cocotte shut up ! and malgre the young- 

 ster pitched it in most lustily, she could not 

 raise a canter once round ! What became of 

 her was never known ; but to see her start, 

 letting fly in Morotto's face, to hear the roars 

 of laughter, and witness the despair of the 

 farmer, was quite worthy Cruikshank's pencil. 

 Having got rid of their troublesome friend, 

 Morotto and Waverer ran a beautiful race. 



LIEGE RACES. 



There was here one race which was de- 

 scribed as the " Chevaux de Pays," which 

 is understood to mean labour Horses, which 

 are accustomed to go in cart harness. The 

 race we do not give as affording particular 

 sport in the rivalry of many candidates, as it 

 appears there was only one Horse entered for 

 it. We are unacquainted whether the fame 

 of this little Horse might have prevented 

 any competition ; still there is something so 

 extraordinary in the history of the little 

 animal, that we think it will be worthy of 

 the attention of our readers. It also pre- 

 sents a vivid picture of the fortunes of our 

 well-bred Horses, as well as the great discri- 

 mination and industry oi' the gentleman who 

 seemed determined to ascertain from whence 

 ho came. He saw eiouoji to convince him 



that he was sprung from no common stock, 

 and expected to find that in his youth he had 

 never been accustomed to the drudgery of 

 dragging a dung-cart. We shall, however, 

 leave the description of the race to the gentle- 

 man who witnessed it. 



" A curiously-marked grey pony spotted 

 with black patches, apparently half starved, 

 lousy, and decrepid, was the only Horse en- 

 tered. To look at him, no one would have 

 said that he could ever crawl round the 

 course ; but he not only did, but what is more 

 (a man getting permission to start from the 

 Regency on the moment, on a very decent 

 hackney), went in very good form, distancing 

 his competitor, and winning his 250/'. (10/.) 

 without much effort. I diligently inquired his 

 history, sure that a pony, fifteen years old, who 

 could carry a thumping awkward farmer of at 

 least twelve stone, his mile in three minutes 

 and half, must have seen better days. His 

 history (as I learnt it from a man who seemed 

 very communicative of his intelligence) is, that 

 Snowy alias Jack, was bred by the Duke of 

 Richmond, used as a shooting pony, and sold 

 to a clergyman, whom my informant desig- 

 nated as " Parson Towers," who sold him for 

 two hundred pounds ! ! his equal in every good 

 quality, particularly fencing, not being to be 

 found. He afterwards fell into the hands of 

 Mr. Cockerill, the great iron-master, when he 

 contracted a disease, which terminated in a 

 swelling near the sheath like the udder of a 

 cow, only hard, and of rapid increase. The 

 poor devil was destined to a bullet, when a 

 village Doctor beorared his life, and bought him 

 for a present to the groom of twenty-five 

 francs. 



" The Doctor sagelv determined that there 

 was the lump, and come away it must ; but 

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