So HARK FORRARD! 



was an event of absorbing interest in the sport- 

 ing world of Washington. The ladies, dear 

 things, took the greatest interest in it. Our 

 readers will quite agree with us that no more 

 need be said as to the success of the affair from 

 a society point of view. Right royal was the 

 weather, as fine as it always is when our 

 gracious Sovereign honours any gathering what- 

 soever. The betting was decidedly in favour 

 of Mogul, and his admirers had to lay two to 

 one on him at the fall of the flag. Foxhall 

 Sharpe, who rode the favourite, took him to 

 the front immediately the flag fell. Reginald 

 Miller lay two lengths behind for about three- 

 quarters of a mile, and then, finding that Inde- 

 pendent was going quite as fast as he liked, 

 took a still stronger pull, and a mile from home 

 was quite ten lengths behind. At the half- 

 mile post he found, however, that Mogul began 

 to come back to him most unmistakably, and 

 waiting on him till two distances from home, 

 he closed, and coming away he won with con- 

 summate ease by three lengths. 



