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a popular win though for all that, and deservedly so, 

 for besides being in private life, like Mr. Sponge's 

 friend Mr. Puffington, "an amazing instance of a 

 pop'lar man," there is no better sportsman or more 

 liberal patron of steeplechasing in the kingdom than 

 Mr. Ambrose Gorham. 



Whether the result would have been the same had 

 Full Flavour not been rendered hors dc coiuhaf 

 by his accident at Sandown just previously, is ot 

 course an open question. The horse had come 

 on to such an extent since his dead heat with 

 Shannon Lass at Hurst Park, that Mr. Romer 

 Williams was quite justified in looking forward with 

 some confidence to his candidate turning the tables 

 on Mr. Gorham's mare when next they met. 



Trained at Telscombe, between Brighton and 

 Lewes, on the same downs on which Lord Clifden 

 underwent his preparation for the Derby, in the 

 course of which a dastardly attempt to make him 

 sate was as near as possible successful, nothing 

 was more admired when she made her appearance 

 on the course than Shannon Lass, her dark brown 

 coat shining like a mirror. 



Humanitarians will like to know that the mare 

 had never in her life known the meaning of a whip 

 or spur, and needless to say neither was necessary 



