THE TURF. 
Epsom, however, ranks first after Newmarket. It 
is sufficient, perhaps, to state, that there were no less 
than one hundred and fourteen colts entered for the 
last Derby stakes, and ninety-seven fillies for the Oaks 
their owners paying fifty sovereigns each for those 
that started, and twenty-five for those that did not. 
There are, likewise, a gold cup, and several other stakes, 
as well as three plates. Independently of seeing him 
run, amateur admirers of the race-horse have here a 
fine opportunity of studying him in the highest state of 
his perfection. We allude to the place called the 
Warren, in which the Derby and Oaks horses are 
saddled and mounted. It is a small, but picturesque 
bit of ground in the forest style, enclosed by a wall, and 
entered by all who choose to pay a shilling. To some 
it is a great treat to see the celebrated Newmarket 
jockeys, who may be only known to them by name. 
A view of half the aristocracy of England, also, is, even 
in these times, worth a shilling to many. The sporting- 
men, meanwhile, reap much advantage from their 
anxious inspection of the horses as they walk round 
as indeed, Touchstone excepted, on most other courses. Mr. Clifton is no 
more, but his memory will live at Chester for many years to come. Lord 
Stamford and his Sir Olivers have deserted it. Sir Watkin William 
Wynn has not a race-horse ; Mr. Mytton, one of the greatest supporters of 
this meeting, is dead. Sir Thomas Stanley is no longer " cock of the walk ;" 
nor can Sir George Pi got run second. The Lord Derby is no more ; and 
although (scripsisse pudet) parson Nanney stands his ground, Sir James 
Boswell, Messrs. Houldsworth, Giffard, Walker, Mostyn, and a few more 
fresh competitors of the new school, have lately carried most of the north- 
west-country honours. 
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