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nings took Gladiateur out of his van, behind the Don- 

 caster Arms, but fewer saw that. So were Beeswing 

 hugging the rails as she went round the top turn in 

 the Cup as jealous as a surveyor, lest she should lose 

 an inch of ground ; Teddington answering to Job's 

 searching rowels, as stride by stride he caught Nat on 

 Kingston ; Kettledrum flying over the hill in the Cup, 

 and twice the horse he was in the St Leger ; Tim 

 Whiffler cutting down Asteroid at the Butts ; Jim 

 Robinson coming up, wide on the outside, and getting 

 level with Voltigeur ; " The West" and St. Albans 

 fairly romping home for the St. Leger ; the Marquis 

 just getting his head in front in answer to Challoner's 

 last stroke of the whalebone ; Lord Clifden lying 

 away, and then reaching his horses inch by inch, at 

 the Red House ; the thick fog and rain which fell like 

 a pall on the Moor, during Blair Athol's race, and 

 made men look at their fellows and wonder if it really 

 was the end of all things, and their hour was come ; 

 Lord Lyon, with a jaded, listless air, coming out once 

 more to met Savernake, whose middle showed that he 

 was at least two weeks short of work ; Hermit and 

 Thormanby refusing to face their canters, as if they 

 knew that defeat was before them ; and Formosa going 

 to the post with a skin like burnished copper, to show 

 the Yorkshiremen what an " Oaks, One Thousand, 

 and ' Guineas'" mare can do. 



None loved the Town Moor better than poor 

 James White, or "Martingale." Thirty years ago he 

 was in his zenith, with his book on " Country Scenes," 

 and as a contributor to Bentley ; and his powers knew 

 no decay. He was quite the Prose Poet of Nature, 

 and no man that we ever met with, was so keenly alive 

 to her beauties, and could word-paint them so well. 

 Edlington Wood, which seldom fails to produce a fox, 

 when the Fitzwilliam call, was one of his especial 

 haunts, when he was well and vigorous. He seemed 

 to know the haunt of every badger, the name and the 



