8 THE RACING WORLD 



Of Lord Rosebery one can happily speak in the 

 present tense, and no successes are more popular 

 than those of the pretty primrose and rose hoops. 



Soldiers are among the staunchest followers of 

 racing, and sailors have contributed notable adhe- 

 rents, with chief among them the late Admiral 

 Rous, Dictator. Not seldom I have had the 

 pleasure of greeting on a racecourse that gallant 

 veteran, Admiral Sir Harry Keppel ; and one of 

 the most familiar figures on Newmarket Heath is 

 Admiral Hedworth Lambton, on his hack, watching 

 work in the mornings. Whilst he was doing such 

 admirable service at Ladysmith, bearers of the 

 white, green sleeves, rose cap, were in training at 

 the headquarters of the Turf. The Church — that, 

 too, is not without representatives. When a by- 

 gone Vernon Harcourt was Archbishop of York 

 it is said that he was accustomed to walk in the 

 grounds of the palace which adjoins the Knaves- 

 mire on days when racing was in progress, that 

 gradually he approached nearer and nearer to a 

 gate from which a view of the course could be 

 obtained, and that if he did not take considerable 

 interest in the horses that galloped past him, 

 appearances were deceptive. The breeder of that 

 great mare. Apology, was a Lincolnshire parson, 

 and frequently at meetings near London I have the 



