THE TURF. 
hat." " I want to back the field," says my lord. 
"So do I," says the leg. " I '11 bet five hundred to 
two hundred you don't name the winner," cries my 
lord. "I'll take six," exclaims the leg. "I'll bet 
it you," roars my lord. " I '11 double it," bellows the 
leg. " 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 morning, 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 noblemen 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', or Boodles' Clubs, may be 
admitted to the New Rooms and Coffee Rooms, for any 
one meeting, without any other charge than the pay- 
ment of one half-year's subscription to each ; and that 
such member, attending any other meeting in the same 
year, will be considered a member of the New Rooms, 
and liable to all the usual charges." 
