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A quarter past ten, and there is no time to lose ; 

 off comes Mr. Warwick's overcoat, and he mounts a 

 good looking grey. Requiem and Morning Dew are 

 in the slips, but three hares get away before Raper 

 gets a slip to his mind. It was a bad beginning, as 

 both got unsighted before they had been long at it, 



and Fern." The whole is in the words of Mr. Nightingale or Mr. 

 Warwick. 



Sultan was own brother to Empress, " and a good dog that South- 

 port week," when he had 167 against him for the Cup ; but he was not 

 first class, either in work or pace. Empress was the best of the 

 pair, and her defeat of O Yes ! O Yes ! ! O Yes ! ! ! with one of the 

 terrific Eaglesham hares, where "fur" does ''run like fury" was her 

 finest performance. She was a very handsome squarey bitch, with lots 

 of wear and tear, and good all round, and was left in amongst the last 

 six with her brother at Southport. Bugle was a short, thick, and not a 

 fashionable style of dog, with great pace and muscle, steady to his game, 

 and clever in every way, though not a smooth runner, and with a curious 

 style of pitching himself from his hind legs. His blood always united 

 remarkably well with King Cob's. Earwig was not a flyer, but he went 

 a good steady pace. Emperor, the sire of O Yes ! O Yes ! ! O Yes ! ! ! 

 was left in with Earwig, for the Waterloo Cup, but Mr. Easterby declared 

 Earwig (the worst of the two) the winner. Emperor was a very good 

 dog, but rather thick and plain. Both of them were blacks ; but one of 

 them had a white tail end, nose, and claw. When Glider was in the 

 slips with Rocket, there was no telling them apart, except by Rocket's 

 black muzzle. Lord Sefton mistook them, and galloped back, shouting 

 " Glider's won !" Mr. Robert Bennet bought Rocket, Ranger, Reuben, 

 and a bitch for 120 guineas at Chatsworth. 



There is little question that Bloomsbury is the worst runner on the 

 Waterloo Cup roll. Priam, by Emperor, was, "perhaps, the best big 

 dog of this day." He ran at 741b., and yet he was a first-rate worker, 

 and never gave a chance away. Mr. Pollock's Major was a fast but not 

 a first-class dog, and beat, among others, Father Tom M'Guire's cele- 

 brated Irish bitch for a cool hundred a-side. Still "he couldn't use his 

 hares as some of them can." All that can be said of Titania is that she 

 was "a good steady bitch, but not a great one." British Lion was an 

 every-day dog, very game, and always ran respectably. Harlequin, a 

 slow son of Emperor, won his courses by steadiness (which was his 

 sire's specialty), and had a memorable one with Oliver Twist (brother 

 to Senate). " Oliver" was "a great dog, and a wonderful killer." He 

 won a sixty-four-dog stake at Lytham, without being once challenged, 

 and he killed every hare. This talent with his teeth was the more 

 remarkable, as he had a short thick neck. He had great power, and 

 went a rattling pace. Senate was a bad killer, but a rare wrencher, 

 and a steady racing-like dog. He ran a hare at Lytham for a quarter 



