DANEBURY DAYS 



and proved fatal to so many red-hot favourites. 

 Fortunately he had only a very indifferent lot to 

 meet, and, in the hands of Tom Cannon, who was 

 getting the cream of the Danebury riding just then 

 owing to the illness of Fordham, won quite easily. 

 This he followed up by landing a Biennial at Bath 

 from Lord Portsmouth's Robin Hood and three 

 others. These two races, however, tried his weak 

 spots, and he was quite lame when sent over to 

 France to take part in the Grand Prize of Paris. 

 He was located at Count Lagrange's place, and 

 had to be walked about in the paddock for an hour 

 or two twice a day before it was possible to gallop 

 him. Indeed he was lame when he went to the 

 post, but fortunately the opposition was of the 

 feeblest description, and Cannon's careful nursing- 

 got him home a length in front of Mr. Merry's 

 The Primate, who proved the best of the other ten 

 runners ; certainly this was the most wretched field 

 that ever turned out for an event of this import- 

 ance. Ceylon may be said to have broken down 

 after this race, and he never ought to have been 

 started for the Ascot Derby, in which he had no 

 chance with Staghound and llobin Hood, thus 

 closing his brief career of eight weeks with his 

 only defeat. It is rarely indeed that such a very 

 moderate horse as Ceylon undoubtedly was, is able 

 to win nearly £7000 in stakes. 



Vauban, who was a two-year-old when Ceylon 

 won the Grand Prix, was destined to do still better 

 service for the Duke of Beaufort. He was a brown 

 by Muscovite out of Palm, and was a queerly-made 

 colt. He was dreadfully upright in front, and stood 

 in at the elbows, but was a fine topped one, with rare 

 shoulders, a nice short back, and grand, powerful 

 quarters. Little as his fore-legs looked like stand- 

 ing much strain, few horses were harder worked 



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