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In spite of the intense cold on Saturday morning, the attendance 

 of spectators was up to the average, though many of them looked as if 

 they longed to be under the blankets again and in the land of dreams. 



The start took place at the Juggernauth Car, the paper being laid by 

 the Brothers Latham on Unknown and J. M. 



We noticed among the starters, the Mem Sahib on Saunteress, 

 Captain McCausland on St. Patrick, Mr. Cochin China on Telescope. 

 Captain Muir on a raw-looking bay, Mr. Allthere on Pilgrim, Mr. 

 Harbord on a nice-looking grey, Mr. Beresford on Zoe, the Messrs. 

 Petrie on Milkmaid and Sappho, Captain Haines on a fidgetty one, Mr. 

 Rare on Rob Roy, Mr. O'Malley on his now famous steeplechaser, Gipsy, 

 Mr. Pedestrian on Cinders, Mr. Simpson on Morning, Mr. Sandilands 

 on Zoedone, Mr. Kill'us on his fiery one, Mr. Lauderdale on Morning, 

 The Doctor on a black, Mr. Bombay on Zil, Mr. Mac on Rocket, Mr. 

 Rivers on Magpie, Major FitzGerald on his bay, Mr. Sniktaw on Rona, 

 Mr Bertram on his cob, Mr. Lawyer on Tailless, " The Tougall " on 

 Bantam, Mr. Boyd on his moke. Captain Rochford on a ditto, and 

 several strangers, who, however, did not distinguish themselves one 

 way or another. At the word " Go" we dashed down the road sharp 

 to the left, and over a hurdle and big wall in full view of the Gallery,. 

 Cinders led over the first two jumps, closely followed by Zoe and 

 Captain Haines As we crossed the road Mr. Pedestrian's mount 

 turned rusty, and the Aides-de-Camp went on with the lead for some 

 time, followed by Zoe, St. Patrick, Saunteress, and Rocket. After going 

 through a bit of jungle we went over several jumps, the course winding 

 to the left, Mr. Sniktaw, somewhere in the dense jungle, went to earth. 

 We now came to the two wide ditches, which stuck up Mr. Beresford and 

 Mr. Bombay for a period. The leaders were now St Patrick, The Doctor 

 and the Mem Sahib, the pace being decidedly slow. As we neared the 

 water jump two sportsmen shot ofif, one to the right and one to the left, 

 evidently considering a cold bath an unpleasant prospect. Mr. Allthere 

 tumbled off, but we believe his mount kindly landed him on dry ground. 

 A mud wall soon afterwards disposed of the Irish Major, who nimbly 

 landed on his feet. We observed Mr. Cochin China soon afterwards 

 doing Pedestrian's business. After going through a small clump of 

 jungle, we appear in view of the gallery and the leaders quicken their 

 pace. When it came to racing, however, there was nothing in it but 

 St. Patrick, who coming away at every stride, won by about a street, 

 his owner's face beaming with smiles of joy. Cinders who picked up in 

 the last mile, second, Rocket third, Magpie fourth, Saunteress fifth. 

 The course was as near perfection as could be, and every one appeared 

 pleased with it. As the going this season is much softer than usual, we 

 hope the Cup chase will be deferred as long as possible, as once Lent 

 begins, Paperchasing will be the only dissipation left to us. 



