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one mass of diachylon plaster as she was last year. 

 She hung in the slips a little, and then she warmed up 

 and raced past Exactly in the brilliant style of her 

 Trovatore days, and made a masterly kill. The Lan- 

 cashire men may well shout for her after such a per- 

 formance, and wish her well through the Cup. Now 



ran very much in her style, and with great spirit ; but she was not in 

 such small compass, and took more time to settle. For pace she beat 

 Riot in a short course ; but Mr. Randell's bitch was a steadier worker. 

 Sackcloth was a good steady dog, and a very close worker, beautiful 

 both at his turns and wrenches. He was one of the British Lion 

 blood, "an every-day dog," and the amount of travelling which he 

 had to Ashdown and back before he won the Waterloo Cup has known 

 no equal. Judge, whom he beat in the fourth course for the Cup, 

 was a grand dog, and a great worker when he settled. For work, 

 pace, and fencing combined, Riot has perhaps never had a peer, but 

 like Patent she failed twice in the Waterloo Cup. Reveller (Seagull) 

 had not her pace but he ran in very determined style when he had 

 steadied down and ceased to rush. Rival was a lovely fencer ; and she 

 never gave coursers a greater treat than at Sundorne, when the hare 

 threaded a holly fence near the Castle, and she and Jebb's No Hurry 

 were "just like shuttlecocks in the air, backwards and forwards." 

 There were never so many lamentations heard at Altcar as when 

 Sunbeam failed to beat King Lear for the Cup. He had got a fearful 

 bucketting the day before, as, when he had run Tempest to a standstill, 

 he took off with a hare to Hill House. His great point was his 

 beautiful, smooth working, but his pace was not like Judge's. Effort 

 went a great pace, and put in plenty of work in the earlier part of the 

 course. If the hare lived, he would slacken and then come again. This 

 style was very observable in his courses both with Barman and Prize- 

 flower at Hampton Court. Regan went with great fire, which he did 

 not communicate to his stock, and was a rare timber and iron-hurdle 

 jumper. He had fine pace and led Woodpigeon at Patshull Park 

 farther perhaps than one greyhound ever led another. Cardinal York's 

 style was nice, but not equal to Picton's. Little Trip-the-Daisy had a 

 low, stealing way with her, and was wonderfully game. When she beat 

 Belle of the Village at Suclbury, she ran the hare till it dropped dead, 

 and was so exhausted that she had to be carried to her carriage in Mrs. 

 Cartwright's rug. Bribery had a slow, game, and persevering style. 

 She would get to her hare, drive it a mile, but not kill it. Sapphire 

 was great over the Downs. She would go through a sixty-four-dog 

 stake without ever being challenged, and make a course short by 

 killing. 



Maid of the Mill was a fine big racing bitch, a little too arched in 

 her back, and a trifle lacking in length. At Waterloo she fairly ran 

 round Blue Hat in a short course ; but she beat Sampler handsomely in 



