WON AT LAST. 



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inform you that^he thinks that sort of sport must be 

 rather good fun, and it is just the style of thing to suit 

 him. The prize is of no value save to the winner. Who 

 can paint the feelings that he enjoys, however, as he sits 

 and contemplates this poor old dried bit of skin and hair, 

 and looks back on the beginning and end of the run in 

 which his hand, without aid, won it? Can it be that a 

 single mind only enters thoroughly into a scene like that 

 which I have feebly described, and that the memory has 

 drunk so deeply of the details, stirring to itself, but value- 

 less to others, that the mere look of the prize suffices to 

 recal the scene. 



Is it not a greater proof of sense and of the power of 

 intellect than arguing whether Brown's conduct was right 

 in submitting to be told that he was anything but what 

 he should be ; or in calculating what ought to be the fair 

 odds if the Middleham colt gives 7 Ib. to the b. f. by 



Sir Sutton, or or Well, we will suppose it is a 



mad corner; it may be a treat to some, as sense and 

 intellect are so very common, to have a little madness 

 now and then. I for one am content to be thus afflicted 

 every day of my life, as long as I am not confined in 

 Hanwell, or prevented from roaming in thought over 

 lands blessed with the sun and air pure from heaven, in 

 place of bronchitial fogs, foul sewers, and gloomy skies. 

 We will suppose that the eleven stone told, and the horse 

 was beaten; no matter, we have not lost our money or 

 our honour. We need not take a trip to the continent 

 as it nears the settling day at the Corner ; we have only 

 to jog quietly back to the kraal or the camp : a day's 



