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sale for 6500 guineas at Warwick made them vow 

 eternal pilgrimages thenceforth to England in search 

 of such golden treasure-trove. The horse spirit pene- 

 trates the bosoms of dusky visitors born under strange 

 stars ; and the very perspiration stood out in glittering 

 beads on the features of the valet-interpreter of the 

 King of Oude, as, after stowing his royal party in 

 another carriage, he artlessly told us his experiences 

 of an Ascot Cup day. 



This was our conversation. 



" / trust his Majesty has enjoyed the races f 



" Oh ! very mush — most beautiful !" 



" Where were you V 



" We did come so late by that train ; and we go 

 into the Queen's Stand below ; but dat was full, and 

 there was luncheon laid out — Jiani I (and here the ex- 

 cellent Mahometan paused.) 



" His Majesty would like the sight f* 



" Oh, yes ! But the King, he say to me, ' What for 

 the people stare so } Do they take me for wild 

 beast ?' And I say, * Oh ! no, your Majesty : it is the 

 ladies, your Majesty ; they all look at you, because 

 they lov you.' " 



" Who won thai last race T^ 



" I cannot tell you — Yes, it was Zi-dam. No, dat 

 was not de name. Gyd-Zee [" It would be Zuyder 

 Zeey'\ " Ah ! dat was it — tank you. It was beautiful 

 race ; I be so pleased. I see him on the left side ; he 

 make just one great plojige, and then he take it in a 

 minute. That was de race." 



" Did you see this Fisherman and North Lincoln T^ 



" Oh, yes ! dat Fisherman fine big horse. I see 

 him come forward, and then he in his place. But de 

 Gyd-Zee, that is de horse ; he win in a minute, and I 

 do scarce see it. What a beautiful horse, that 

 Lincoln ! such a sweet white face — we all like him 

 so. But de Fisherman, he make us larf ; his back just 

 like a knife — dey give hirn no hay and corn for a week." 



