S6 THE GOODWOOIJ CUP, ISS2. 



Lord Chesterfield's b. h. Priam, by Emilius, 5 yrs old, Ost. 131b I 



Lord Exeter's ch. c. Beiram, 3 yrs old, 7st. 101b 2 



Mr Sadler's br. g\ Jocko, ag-ed, 9st, 81b. ; Mr Sadler's b. f. Delig-ht, 4 yrs old, 8st, 

 nib. ; Mr Ridsdale's ch. c. St Giles, 3 yrs old, 7st. 101b. ; Mr Gully's b. f. Lady Fly, 3> 

 yrs old, Cst. 71b. (carried 6st. 91b.) ; Mr Forth's b. c. by Whisker, out of Scandal, 3 yr» 

 old, 6st. 81b. ; and Mr Wheeler's b. f. Florine, by Polyg-af, out of Barbara, by The 

 Laird, 3 yrs old, 6st. 71b. ; also started, but were not placed. 



Betting-: Even on Priam^ 5 to 2 ag-st St Giles, 9 to 1 ag-st Lady Fly, 10 to 1 agst 

 Beiram. 



The Cup Ti^as a most elegant one — called gold, no doubt 

 because it was made of silver ; and as the time approached 

 for the horses to " show out," intense anxiety was visible 

 in every face.-—" Priam" — " Beiram" — " St Giles" — " De- 

 light," were at the tip of every tongue, and all at once. 

 You couldn't ask " What's o'clock V without being an- 

 swered, "Ten to one!" or " Twenty-five to two;" and if 

 you only looked a man hard in the face, he roared out — 

 " Done, sir," and scraw^led you in his book " in no time." 

 It was indeed a sight — there was so much uncertainty, 

 such difference of opinion, such interest, and such betting, 

 that half the people's hearts were in their mouths. " Oh 

 crikey ! what a pity Eowi:on does not start," says one. 

 " They say he's got a bone in his leg,'' says another. "What 

 a hubbub here is — " Take care of your pockets, gentlemen 

 — take care of your pockets." " Allow me to pass, if you 

 please, sir." " You've got your spur in the lady's flounce, 

 sir." " By Jove, here are the horses coming out. There 

 is Old Priam with the jockey in the red jacket and blue 

 sleeves, and a ]3oy leading him — That's ConoUy on him — 

 He rode him last year — I don't quite like the old horse's 

 looks — he's drawn too fine. What a fine horse St Giles is." 

 " Which is him, pray ?" " There — that chesnut, with the 

 jockey in light blue and white sleeves. He's a splendid 

 horse. If any thing, perhaps not quite fine enough — for 

 though full belly never made a bad day's w^ork, it wont do 

 where there is only a few minutes allowed. He moves 

 like a goer though." " What will any body lay against 



