many a race I know you've won: Poor old man. 2. I have come a long, long way, And, &c. To be sold upon this day. Oh, poor old man. 3. I have made Fordham's heart jump with joy, And, &c. For many a long time he tried a Derby to win, 4. But I was the moke to carry him in. So I hope I shall fetch plenty of tin. 5. Oh! gentlemen, walk up and speculate; If I go cheap, my heart will break. 6. So now, Mr. Auctioneer, you can begin. And, &c. "Put up, therefore, he was before the poop, the auctioneer introducing him to the public by narrating his past and prosperous career, and quickly inducing them to make spirited bids. The bidding commenced at five shillings, and speedily ran up to six pounds ten shillings, each person being answerable for the amount of his or her bid. The horse and jockey being knocked down, the crew sang the following requiem, the melody being the same as that for the dirge :? "Now, old horse, your time is come, And we say so, for we know so. Altho' many a race you have won. Oh, poor old man. 2. You're going now to say good-bye, And, &c. Poor old horse you're going to die. Oh, &c. "The procession moving forward, the horse and jockey were attached to a rope and hauled up to the main-yardarm, and were then, amid plenty of blue fire (stay, the