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the carriag'e-side, imploring- you as the " noblest, and best, 

 and liicliiest of sportsmen," to have a card ! It is the 

 Cup Day, and another turn brings us well in front of the 

 House, where peers and commoners, noble dames, and as- 

 piring- youths, are g-rouped again upon the lawn. That 

 quiet-looking- lord has his string- of forty hor.ses in work, 

 and a good moiety of them here. This slim scion of 

 nobihty has a purple silk jacket already '^smuggled" 

 under his well-cut frock ; and that honourable and gallant 

 captain is as eagerly '^ engaged" as a belle at a ball, or a 

 Queen's Counsel at an assize. Side-by-side with him 

 saunters a Minister of State, and meeting them there 

 limps up old '^ Dick Tattersall," with his pleasant voice 

 and happy way with him ; while a *' foreigner of distinc- 

 tion" blazes away at a cigar as big as a walking-stick. 

 These are the guests of the week, as indeed we all afe. 

 And no wonder our American cousins return home to talk 

 tall of the days they spent at Goodwood j or that French 

 Counts and German Princes betake themselves to their 

 territories, resolved one day to win the prize here if money 

 or brains, good management or good fortune, can find the 

 horse to do it with. Even the "craving" leg 



" "Witli nought but calculation in his brain, 

 And nought revolving — but the way to gain," 



acknowledges to something- of the enchantment of the 

 scene, as ho lises refreshed from his quiet lodging at 

 Worthing or Bognor, ready and eager for the coming 

 business of thirteen or fourteen '' good betting" races be- 

 fore him ; and, yet still so different does he feel are these 

 in their conduct to the wild revelry of Epsom, the courtly 

 elegance of Ascot, or the sober sameness of Newmarket 

 Heath. We are come to enjoy our sport at the bidding 



