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the descending ground, than gathering all his energies for a 

 final and desperate effort, Boston made a dash, and this time he 

 succeeded in taking the track. TJie scene which ensued we 

 have no words to describe. Such cheei-ing, such betting, and 

 so many long faces, was never seen nor heard before. After be- 

 ing compelled to give up the track, Joe Laird, with the utmost 

 prudence and good sense, took his mare in hand, and gave her 

 time to recover her wind. This run took the shine out of Bos- 

 ton ! Instead of pulling him steadily, and refreshing him with 

 a slight respite, Gil. Patrick kept him at his work after he took 

 the track, and ran this mile — the third — in Im. 51|s. The pace 

 was tremendous. Nothing short of limbs of steel and sinews 

 of catgut could stand up under such a press. On the first turn 

 after passing the stand, Fashion, now fresh again, made a dash, 

 and as Boston had not another run left in him, she cut him 

 down in her sti-ide, opposite the quarter mile post, and the thing 

 was out. The race, so far as Boston was concerned, was past 

 praying for ! If any thing can parallel Fashion's turn of speed 

 it is her invincible game. She now gradually dropped him, 

 and without another effort on his part to retrieve the fortunes 

 of the day, she came home a gallant and easy winner in 7m. 

 45s. Boston pulled up inside of the distance stand, and walked 

 over the score ! As she came under the Judges' cord extended 

 across the course, Boston was exactly sixty yards behind, though 

 he could have placed himself in a better position had Gil. called 

 upon him. As Joe Laird rode Fashion back to the stand, the 

 shouts were so deafening, that had not the President of the 

 Club and another gentleman held on to her bridle, she would 

 have not only " enlarged the circle of her acquaintance " very 

 speedily, but " made a mash " of some dozen of " the rank and 

 file " then and there assembled. She looked as if another heat 

 would not " set her back any." 



And thus did the E'orth settle its account with the South, 

 for the victory achieved by Bascombe over Post Boy. It was 

 a magnificent race — one which will be remembered by every 

 one who witnessed it " while memory holds her seat." Though 

 beaten, it is conceded on all hands that Boston has acquired a 

 more " vast renown " by this wonderful race than by his thirty- 

 five previous victories combined. He is worth more since, than 



