Royal Ascot ^ 



The last race has been run ; the last carriage has 

 proceeded homeward, the sun has sunk beneath the horizon, 

 and the scene of the day's enjoyment is veiled by night's 

 dark cloak. We stroll across the Common, and look up 



GOLD CUP, 1897 



at the empty stands which were but a tew hours ago so 

 full of life and beauty. The weighing-rooms are closed, 

 Tattersall's Ring is deserted, and the silence is broken 

 only by some late wanderer returning to his rest. As we 

 tramp across the Heath we tread on classic ground, tor 



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