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nose. But the fun was not yet over, for up comes Mr. Nosredneh calm 

 and cool, but his calmness was considerably ruffled and the coolness dis- 

 appointed, when his mount bungled and sent him a flopper on some soft 

 clay. We now went over several big ditches, a couple of walls, and a 

 hurdle, and then pounded down the road, Captain Rochefort, Lord Alwyn 

 Mr. Rivers and Captain Muir being at the head of affairs ; then away to 

 the right over some stiff going, and on the direction of Jodhpore Thanna 

 the finish taking place about loo yards behind that edifice I Two jumps 

 from home Mr. Rivers appeared to be winning easily, but running rather 

 wide, he let up Captain Muir who managed to beat him for first place. 

 So many sportsmen claimed third honors, that we are afraid to decide 

 but we noticed the leading division was composed of Mr. Aocar 

 Captain Haines, Mr. Beresford, Lord Alwyn, and Captain Rochefort. 



The course was a capital one and the going good, the pace was 

 fast, and the spectators witnessed much fun, which must have amply 

 recompensed them for their early rising. 



The next meet is again a long way off, for those who have to start 

 from town, but at this season of the year it is next to impossible to get a 

 good course nearer to home. The gallery, we understand, need not 

 travel so far, as a good view of the finish ought to be had from the 

 neighbourhood of the Red Road. 



The hot weather which threatened at the beginning of the week 

 has luckily passed away, and paperchasing is still a pleasure. Let us 

 hope the cold weather will continue until the Cup is lost and won. 

 The races on Saturday gave the public a good idea of the form of 

 several of the probable competitors, as the Stirrup Cup (a hurdle race 

 confined to bond fide paperchasers) was run for by six well-known nags. 

 The result is well known, Premier, splendidly ridden by his owner, 

 just gaining first honors from Skipper. St. Patrick who made the running 

 was third, and he would have been nearer had his young rider indulged 

 him with a pull at least o?tce during the race instead of letting the game 

 old horse run himself to a standstill. According to this running the 

 Cup appears to be a gift for Lord William, but as Premier is by no 

 means an easy horse to get over a country, we would humbly suggest 

 (contrary to the public opinion) that it is ?iot all over bar shouting and 

 we fully expect to see The Skipper give the gallant grey a good deal of 

 trouble, even if he does not beat him over a long distance. 



Now that cold weather dissipations are finished we are surprised 

 that the number of followers in these chases does not increase. 



We missed many faces yesterday who are generally well to the 

 front. What has become of Mr. O'Malley, Mr. Lawrence, Captain 

 McCausland, Mr. Bombay, Mr. Beresford, Mr. Lauderdale, etc. ? Let 



