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attractive. From other race-meetings he was often 

 absent, and it was never much of a disappointment 

 to him if he was prevented from going to Epsom, 

 Newmarket, or Ascot. But his whole heart was 

 enlisted in the support and enjoyment of Goodwood, 

 and I never saw any one more delighted than he 

 was when his favourite old horse, Mus, won the 

 Orleans Cup at Goodwood in 1841, giving 13 Ib. 

 and a beating to Mr Lichtwald's Hyllus, 5 years 

 old, who on the previous day had run second for 

 the Goodwood Cup to Mr A. Johnstone's Charles 

 XII. Before the Orleans Cup they laid 3 to 1 on 

 Hyllus, and his Grace's exultation (which he was 

 too guileless and transparent a character to attempt 

 to conceal) was proportionately great. 



When I think on the great and palmy days of 

 the Goodwood Cup, and what it was when such 

 superb animals as Fleur-de-Lis, Priam, Glencoe, 

 Hornsea, Harkaway, Charles XII. , Alice Haw- 

 thorne, The Hero, Van Tromp, and Canezou car- 

 ried it off, I cannot resist the impression that there 

 are no such champion thoroughbreds now to be 

 found on the British Turf, or conceal my appre- 

 hension that the modern system of ceaseless short 

 races, most of them for two-year-olds, will inevit- 

 ably produce the most pernicious results before 

 many years have passed away. When, in 1838, 

 Mr Ferguson's magnificent chestnut colt, Hark- 

 away, won the Goodwood Cup, there were forty 

 subscribers and eight starters for it. Scarcely had 



