The Harkaway Hunt Steeplechases. 



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'' Tom Chirpington wins, I do believe. No, Charlie Wild- 

 oats will win. Now, Charlie ! Now, Tom ! Now, Tom ! 

 Now, Charlie ! " Whack, crack, smack. Surely it's a 

 dead heat. Mrs. Tom Chirpington sinks down in her 

 seat, her heart beating sixteen to the dozen, and, with a 

 tear in her eye, " Poor dear Tom's beat ! " she exclaims. 

 Alas ! she is right. In another moment the numbers 

 go up, and amidst the cheers of the multitude Lord Daisy- 

 field's brown horse Cock a Bondy is led back to scale the 

 winner of the Harkaway Hunt Cup. 



