A CURIOSITY IN .'TIPS' 55 



— Derby. A more than commonly inspired fore- 

 cast, written by a prophet in a fine frenzy, appears 

 to demand rescue from the columns of the daily 

 journal which it inflamed. It ran, not to say rushed, 

 on thus : 



'Expressing a final opinion as to what Judge 

 Clark may say when the telling moment arrives, 

 let me fancy the preliminary canters over, and the 

 candidates for England's greatest prize are seen 

 wending their way through the paddock with 

 Mr. M 'George awaiting their arrival at the gate. 

 Excitement is now at its highest pitch, and thou- 

 sands and thousands are almost breathless at the 

 sound of "They're off!" for fear the "All right" 

 should not be passed by Mr. Manning in favour of 

 their blue riband representative. Preceded by one 

 or two false starts, the flag falls with the pioneers 

 for Danebury, Kingsclere, and Newmarket rushing 

 to the front ere the top of the hill is gained, and we 

 may picture Cock of the Walk for Lady Elizabeth, 

 Green Sleeve for Blue Gown, Pace for Speculum, 

 and King Alfred for Suffolk, all in the van before 

 the mile post is reached. At that point the pace is 

 so great that the rubbish is disposed of, and, tearing 

 down for Tattenham Corner, the leaders in turn 

 give way in favour of their more trustworthy stable 

 companions. Fairly in the straight, nearer and 

 nearer grows the strife and louder swell the shouts. 

 "Sir Joseph" cry the "upper ten," "Lord Hast- 

 ings" scream the touts. Within a quarter of a mile 

 of home the favourite takes her place on the whip 

 hand with two of the " cherry " representatives 

 hugging on the rails, and Daley, as with Hermit 

 last year, biding his time most patiently in the 

 middle of the course. The distance is reached, and 

 Paul Jones, Orion, and the Duke's colours fail in 

 their attempt to overhaul the leaders. At the lower 



