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jockeys agreed, however, that it was a very fast-run 

 race. 



A summer-like day, a record attendance, a field of 

 horses considerably above the average, and a most 

 interesting race. Such, we fancy, was the verdict 

 arrived at by one and all who were lucky enough to 

 witness the Grand National of 1873. 



Footman, belonging to Lord Penrhyn, and ridden 

 by Jvichard Marsh, now trainer to His Majesty, was 

 nominally favourite at 100 to 15, but there was 

 probably as much money for Rhyshworth as anything, 

 it being well known that Mr. Chaplin had backed his 

 horse to win a fortune. The blinkered Cecil, a 

 Cesarewitch winner, too, was the special fancy of a 

 very shrewd division. Then again, why shouldn't 

 Broadlea, a neat little grey, half brother to The 

 Lamb and the mount of Mr. Thomas, reported to 

 have done the distance in less time than his famous 

 relative, do the trick for Lord Poulett ? 



When it came to L^isturbance the wise men shook 

 their sagacious heads. Whilst having every faith in 

 his jockey, they could not bring themselves to believe 

 that a little bit of a horse like the son of Commotion 

 could possibly win a race like the Grand National 

 with 1 1 St. 1 1 lb. on his back. When a little later on 



