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WINNER OF THE DERBY, 1870.
ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING BY HARRY HALL,
A BAD Business;
ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING BY H. L, ROLFE.
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"There he sat, and, as I thought, expounding the law and the prophets, until on drawing a little nearer, I found he was only expatiating on the merits of a brown horse."—Bbacebridge Hall.
WAY ©DLL: The Derby and Oaks, Ascot, Newcastle, and WindsorMr. Tattersall's Letter—Her Majesty's, the Middle Park, and other Yearling Sales—The Billiard Championship—The Crystal Palace Dog Show.
Looked to a man! Such was undoubtedly the condition of the turf seers at the termination of the Epsom Meeting, and we ourselves paid the penalty of leaving our proper vocation and appearing " among the prophets." That such a price as 2 to 1 should have been taken about naming the winners of the Derby and Oaks is quite unparalleled in turf history; and then that neither of these wonderful favourites should finish in the first three almost passes belief. With the exception of Wild Dayrell's year, when only twelve ran, there has not been so small a field for the Derby since 1835; and 1821 is the last time that so few as seven came to the post for the Oaks, so Macgregor and Hester had every chance given them. If report be true, there was a sort of return to the old "plunging" days, and a noble lord, having laid £6,000 to £3,000 on Macgregor, tried to recover his money by betting £5,000 even on Hester. We feel all the disadvantages of being late in the field, for the Derby was run just as our June number appeared; still it will not do to let the Epsom week pass by without recording its chief features, and "Better late than never" must be our motto. Sunlight and Claudius opened the ball, and the former being in the humour to try, had no difficulty in giving Mr. Crawfurd's horse 5 lbs. and an easy beating, and this was actually destined to be the sole victory of the "yellow and black" throughout the week. Queen of the Gipsies made a desperate effort to take the Woodcote Stakes to Russley for the third year in succession, but the Newminster—Caller Ou filly was a little too good for her. Mr. Merry's filly ran so badly at Ascot, that the whole lot in this race would seem to be moderate; but it must be remembered that the winner had been very recently amiss, and may yet do something worthy of her high breeding. At any rate it is to be hoped she will be an improvement on Pandore, her own sister. Bad as the latter is, Belladrum actually could not give her 8 lb. for the year over half a mile, and he really seems unable to stay more than a couple of furlongs, while not a vestige of his once fine speed remains.
The glory of " the road " seems quite to have departed, for though we slipped quietly down to Epsom on the great day by rail, and are therefore perhaps hardly in a position to speak positively on the subject, yet the stream of vehicles, which we occasionally caught a glimpse of from the carriage window, was far thinner than we remember it in former years, and two or three friends who travelled down in orthodox fashion confessed afterwards that it was rather slow. Matters were pot especially lively in the train, and we never remember a Derby about which such complete apailiy was exhibited. It was scarcely ever mentioned, and if two people did allude to it, their conversation never extended beyond " I suppose Macgiegor's to win?" "Well, I suppose so; " and then gloomy silence for a quarter of an hour. There was a little curiosity as to who was to ride the favourite j for though most of the papers gave Daley, one announced authoritatively that Snowden had been retained, but none of them seemed to know that Fordham was to have a good chance of breaking the Derby spell which hangs over him. We must say that we think Daley was hardly treated. The poor fellow had worked desperately to get to the weight, and he must have looked forward with great confidence to a repetition of the Hermit coup. As it was, he must congratulate himself that he was not called on to don the "yellow and black," for after winning the "Guineas" in such grand style, he would not have cared to run a moderate fourth for the Derby. When we reached the course, there was no apparent diminution in the number of people, and the carriages and booths on the hill are certainly getting thicker and thicker every year. Apparently the extraordinary favouritism of Macgregor had paralysed the betting, which was conducted in the most languid way, and a friend who was with us to see his first Derby, and had heard so much of "the roar and babel of the ring, " observed in a disappointed tone, "they make twice as much noise at Northampton." The "yellow and black" was not as prominent as we should have expected, though of course it appeared in a few flags and neckties. Macgregor was far too hot a favourite for the public, who object (and very properly) to laying 9 to 4 on any horse, and much prefer " a dollar each way" at a long price, and, deprived of Sunshine and Sunlight (the lattcr's running in the Craven Stakes would probably have revived all the old enthusiasm for him) they did not know what to fall back upon. A 5 was hoisted as soon as the winner of the first race had passed the post, which was considered a good omen for Macgregor, who occupied the same number on the card. Our friend had the courage to confess that he preferred the gaieties of the hill to the sight of iho Derby horses in the paddock, and so, having watched him disappear into a booth, to feast his eyes on a " nondescript person," " than whom," as the proprietor of the show announced, unconsciously adopting the phraseology of poor "Nicholas," "a greater wonder since the days of Confucius," we hurried off to see the saddling. On our way there we passed a most elaborately painted cart belonging to the proprietor of "Sarsaparilla, the great American Blood Purifier," who, probably finding that it did not pay as a medicine, had conceived the brilliant idea of bringing it out as a " cooling drink." He hardly met with the success he deserved, but he had persuaded one man to " have a glass of the wine," and judging by the victim's face, the operation of purifying one's blood, at any rate in its early stages, is decidedly an unpleasant one.
The "paddock prophet" was as much out as his brethren, for the colour of the tickets was yellow and black, and he will need another Blair Alhol triumph to re-establish his reputation. The first horse we came across was Prince of Wales, in whom we failed to trace any resemblance to Friponnier, who, as a late three-year-old, was one of the grandest thoroughbreds we ever saw; and we always recall with pleasure the