THE TURF. 
cheek, rarely seen but on the face of death, and he 
wants but the grave-clothes to complete the picture. 
Yet we need not fear ; he is heart-whole and well : but 
having had short notice, has lost fifteen pounds in the 
last forty-eight hours. They are off again ! a beautiful 
start and a still more beautiful sight ! All the hues of 
the rainbow in the colours of the riders and the com- 
plexions of their horses ! What a spectacle for the 
sportsmen, who take their stand on the hill on the 
course to see the first part of the race, #nd to observe 
the places their favourities have gotten ; they are all in 
a cluster, the jockeys glancing at each other's horses, for 
they cannot do more in such a crowd. They are soon, 
however, a little more at their ease ; the severity of the 
ground, and the rapidity of the pace, throw the soft- 
hearted ones behind ; and at Tattenham's corner there 
is room for observation. " I think I can win," says 
Robinson to himself, " if I can but continue to live with 
my horses ; for I know I have the speed of all here. 
But I must take a strong pull down this hill, for we 
have not been coming over Newmarket flat." Pavis's 
horse is going sweetly, and the Yorkshireman, Scott, 
lying well up. But where is Chifney ? Oh ! like 
Christmas, he's coming, creeping up in his usual form, 
a^id getting the blind side of Harry Edwards. Chappie is 
here on a dangerous horse*, and John Day with a strain 
* It will be observed that the above was written in the year 1833, 
when Mr. Sadler's Dangerous was a favourite for the Derby stakes, which 
he won. 
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