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" Down they sat, 

 And to their viands fell, not seemingly, 

 But with the keen dispatch of real hunger." 



The arrangements on the Course during the week comprehended the 

 usual regulations for the observance of order and decorum, efficiently 

 carried out by the Stewards, who harmonized and worked together 

 exactly like a band of brothers. Nothing was overlooked that was 

 essential to the high character of the Club, the courtesy due to strang- 

 ers, and the accommodation of the owners of horses coming from a dis- 

 tance. In respect to this matter, we must give the Club credit for hav- 

 ing recently purchased an adjoining farm to the Race Ground, which is 

 foithwith to be so arranged under the direction of a special Committee 

 as still further to accommodate that class of our friends of the Turf, who 

 may hereafter think proper to visit the Washington Course with stables 

 from distant States. 



Another of those meetings has now terminated, the cheerful features 

 of which it has been the province of the present Secretary to depict for 

 a long series of years. He commenced his connection with the South 

 Carolina Jockey Club thirty years since ; — Col. McPherson was Presi- 

 dent of the Club when he first joined it, to whose friendship and confi- 

 dence he was indebted for his first recommendation as a fit person to 

 fill the ofiice of Secretary, which distinguished post he has since had the 

 honor of holding under each of his successors. 



Sooner or later, however, all things are at end, and are no more ; — 

 his official services close with the present season. He may now, with 

 the noble Moor, exclaim — 



" Farewell ! — Othello's occupation 's gone !" 



In retiring into private life, from the exciting scenes with whicli he 

 has been long identified, 



" He cannot but remember such things were 

 That were most precious ;'' 



and earnestly hope, that the poet Moore spoke more in the spirit of a 

 philosopher than a. jmet, when he said — 



" When Time, who steals our years away, 



Shall steal our pleasures too, 

 Tlie memory of the Past will stay, 



And half our joys renew." 



