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hundred you don't name the winner,' cries 

 my lord. ' I '11 take six,' exclaims the leg. 

 4 I'll bet it you/ roars my lord. 'I'll 

 double it,' bellows the leg. l Done,' shouts 

 the peer. * Treble it?' 'No.' The bet 

 is entered, and so much for wanting to 

 back the field ! but in love, war, and horse- 

 racing, stratagem, we believe, is allowed. 

 Scores of such scenes as this take place in 

 those momentous half-hours. All bets lost 

 at Newmarket are paid the following morn- 

 ing, in the town, and fifty thousand pounds, 

 or more, have been known to exchange 

 hands in one day. 



The principal feature in Newmarket is 

 the New Rooms, for the use of the noble- 

 men and gentlemen of the Jockey Club, 

 and others who are members of the Rooms 

 only, situated in the centre of the town, and 

 affording every convenience. Each member 

 pays thirty guineas on his entrance, and six 

 guineas annually, if he attends otherwise 

 nothing. The number at present is fifty- 

 seven : two black balls exclude. At the 

 Craven Meeting of the present year it 

 was resolved 'That members of White's, 

 Brooks's, or Boodle's Club, may be ad- 



