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glorious set-to with Snowden on Mr. Pickersgill's colt 

 by Pero Gomez— Bonny May, Tomlinson, on Jim 

 Watson's Lady Lothian, being third, beaten a neck 

 only. This was the sort of racing one would often see 

 on Richmond Moor for £100 Plates. The "Ten 

 Thousand Pounders " never produced better sport, and 

 yet the Jockey Club squelched the grand old meeting 

 out of existence. 



'"Tis true, 'tis pity; pity 'tis, 'tis true." 



Tarry we next at Doncaster awhile to see the 

 veteran win the Great Yorkshire Handicap on Law- 

 minster for Mr. " Tom " Hohnes, who, like his old friend 

 Harry Bragg, had, up to this time, sustained 

 wonderful good form from a little stud of racers. 

 This was quite Lord Clifden's race over again, as Law- 

 minster was once so far behind his field that it almost 

 looked an impossibihty to get near his horses again. 

 But in lying off so far as he did John evidenced his know- 

 ledge of pace in a long-distance race. One after another 

 did Lawminster mow down in the last quarter of a 

 mile, and great was the treat to see him at last bear 

 the "white and primrose belt" in front of Hauteur. 

 Only the race before had John caught the judge's eye 

 on Merry Duchess in the Filly Stakes. Scot Free was 

 his mount in the St. Leger that same week, and he 

 started a second favourite at 7 to 2 on the strength of 

 his Two Thousand victory. But Scot Free's prospects 

 were destroyed early in the race. Something stuck into 

 his heels, he was badly cut, and it was left for Lambkin, 

 who ran in the " mauve cerise " of his recently deceased 

 joint owner, Mr. Clare Vyner, one of the purest 

 and most noble-minded sportsmen Yorkshire ever laid 

 claim to. He, like his brother, the present Mr. Robert 



