62 Saddle and Sirloin. 



M arson up. Not a carriage was to be seen, whereas 

 " in the days of old Springkell" the course was lined 

 on one side with them down to the distance ; and there 

 were only four men on horseback, where we have seen 

 three hundred, some of whom would extemporize a 

 hurdle race to wind up the day. But Grand Stand 

 enclosures and railways are great levellers, and as the 

 new fashion brings more added money, it has its uses 

 after all. We have it on Judge Johnson's authority, 

 that more women and children attend at Carlisle than 

 at any meeting he knows of. The boys made a most 

 remarkable bit of coping to the wall just beyond the 

 winning-post ; and the " Mr. Gamblers" outside the 

 enclosure confined their operations to balls of different 

 colours, which performed a curious course through 

 pegs, and were backed most spiritedly for pennies. 

 A half-witted fellow, absolutely in rags, fancied he 

 was starter, and performed a sort of shadow-dance to 

 Mr. Elliot, waving back the jockeys (one of them a 

 little Scotchman between seventy and eighty and 

 scaling 6st. slbs. with his saddle) and lecturing them 

 on his own account. The bye-play was too good to 

 disturb, and Mr. Elliot just let him run on. Jem Snow- 

 don rode a most beautiful stern chase for the Cumber- 

 land Plate on Royal John, keeping his top weight at 

 it, and yet never oversetting him, and just "shot" 

 Castle Espie, who forced the pace from end to end, by 

 a head in the last two strides. 



There was no lack of little scenes in the enclosure. 

 A welcher was found to have I3/. in his pocket, when 

 he wouldn't pay, and being a boot-closer, his boots 

 were playfully pulled off for a token and flung aloft, 

 and he had to walk over the sands minus his coat and 

 hat as well, with Young Carlisle in close attendance, 

 examining him as if he were an escaped racoon. Then 

 a small betting man hinted a doubt as to one horse 

 running on the squat e, within earshot of the owner, 

 who landed on his nose " with such unerring instinct" 



