A GOODWOOD CUP DAY. 



Feom the appearance of Chichester on the 

 morning of the Cup Day, it is plain that the 

 great day has come. It might have seemed that 

 on previous race mornings the Sussex city had 

 exhausted itself in the way of carriages and 

 horses ; but the crowd in the station yard is 

 denser than ever, and how vehicles farthest 

 away from the exit gates are to get through 

 the jostling, shouting crowd, is a sort of 

 Chinese puzzle, which only a combination of 

 luck and good coachmanship could solve. From 

 both directions trains arrive, bringing their loads 

 of passengers to swell the throng. The drivers 

 see their chance, and all sorts of prices are asked 

 for the journey up the hill. "Take you up by 

 yourself for a five-pound note, sir, 'cos I see 

 you'd like to go like a gentleman," says the 

 driver of a hansom cab to a sallow youth, who is 

 half-ashamed and half-delighted at the emphasis 

 on the pronoun ; but the youth gets in. There 

 is a far greater number of private carriages than 



