H.R.H. THE PRINCE OF WALES 



all good sportsmen that our Prince may lead back 

 several more Derby winners, but the scene when 

 Diamond Jubilee triumphed was a pale reflection 

 of that which was witnessed when his "big 

 brother " won, and no subsequent Royal victories 

 in the "blue ribbon" can ever be quite like the 

 first. The enthusiasm exhibited by one and all, 

 from the highest to the lowest, was really mar- 

 vellous and completely baffles description, while 

 such spontaneous and long - continued cheering 

 has never been heard before or since. It began 

 when Persimmon first raced up to his great 

 rival and fairly tackled him, and must have lasted 

 for fully a quarter of an hour. It reached the 

 culminating point when the Prince took the 

 leading rein from Marsh, and brought his horse 

 back to the door of the weighing-room. Never 

 was there such a triumphal procession, though, 

 in the wild excitement of the moment, some of 

 the crowd rather forgot "the divinity that doth 

 hedge a king," and were perhaps a little too 

 boisterous in their congratulations. Such a scene 

 made one feel more than ever proud to be an 

 Englishman, and it is quite certain that in no 

 other country in the world could it have been 

 enacted. There was our future king, making his 

 way through the vast crowd absolutely un- 

 attended, and one fully realised how poor a guard 

 are cordons of police and soldiers as compared 

 with the loyalty and love of a devoted people. 



I have already alluded to the Princess of 

 Wales's Stakes, and need only add that there was 

 no disgrace in failing by half a length to give 3 lb. 

 to St. Frusquin, who had done nice sharp work 

 since the Derby, and was probably exactly suited 

 by the Bunbury Mile. After this defeat Per- 

 simmon was put by for the St. Leger, his prepara- 



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