The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1880-01-06 00:00:00

Fqtrk RACING.

I alluded the othel—dWto.rh7ln'eTerase of foul rifling,
and I feel bound to recur to the subject again. It is so
patent that the wonderful thing is Its being overlooked or
disregarded as it is. I venture to say that if Hz Clark
and Kr. Johnson were •-ked what they saw in evory three
or four races out of ten, they would a tale unfold, knows,
alas, to • great many of us, but which, by public attention
being more called to it, would compel the Jockey Club to
take notice of so grave a scandal. With some bonout able
exceptions, how many. iookaYs mothers who ride perfectly
fair and quasi We Des every day—et least tbo.• of us
who race pretty well from Wean spring to the Houghton
and beyond—a good deal of it ; but it our horse wins, why
It is sot for us to cry stinking dab. If our hones
you hear some indignant expressions se to wand-so being
arced an tit, rails. modem so • end • so being

A Dorset resident writes to the editor of the Daily
News :—"Sir,—The hour is fast approaching when it will
be possible to reckon up some part of the out-standing
account between this Government and the English people.
Our second-hand Naçoleons have so faithfully adopted the
fashions of Imperialism that at last they seem likely to
crown the edifice by presenting us with • Sedan on •
reduced scale. Never before have light head and light
heart travelled on so quickly to their journey's end. It
seems but yesterday that we were listening to that warn-
ing voice, now lost in the silence of the grave, then speak-
ing with all the farce which could be lent to it by • life,
full, beyond the share of others, of ripe experience, high
purpose, and great service ; but yesterday that there roes
up from all sides the protest of good sense and wise sense
against the high-handed adventures of the Government;
but yesterday that our Ministers, reckless with the sense
of a first success, scornful in the strength of their
obedient numbers, trod warning and protest under
foot, and, as if in possession of some talisman
against the consequences of overweening folly,
went straight on their way. But the saris of men
is hateful to the gods, and they have not failed to show,
now as ever, even to those who gaped at the tinsel and
loved the mock thunder, that it was but the fool's way.
The arrogance, the impatience to act, the scorn of
experience—who does not see now, when the handwriting
is on the wall, that these things were not the children of
a truer judgment and a keener sense, but were only the
Inspiration of gamblers who had won one cart and
thought to win a second. The braaen trumpet of our
Foreign Minister is still ringing in our ears, • It was theirs
to make England great They had in their keeping this
great England." One thing, but one thing, was wanting
--always audacity, and still audacity,' and to this the
facte of to-day—a country lit up by war, and English
soldiers standing at bay—make their own answer, ruing
above the clamour of men proclaiming their greatness to
the four quarters of heaven, and tell us as the teens of all
times have told every other nation, each in its own day,
that there is no greatness to be found except in honest
and right dealing, in regard for the rights of others, in
f.Happy the nation that sauplooll.l ulle 0 clings
to this belief, regardless; of e appeals which lovers
of place and power are ready to make to their
I vanity ! Happy for all of us if the English people had
with a wise sense put from them that evil adulation
with which they were tempted ! But the folly and
weakness are things of the put, gone beyond
recall; the consequences are still to beer. The first
lemon, waiting on the fault with no halting foot,
has come already ; and those who would not love justice
and right-dealing and respect for the rights of others for
their own sakes. may perhaps learn in the time of trouble
what they rejected when the world went well with them.
Trouble is a vulgar echoolmaster, but its lessons can be
understood by some who will learn nowhere else. For
some the guidance of the rudder, for others the guidance
of the rock. As a nation we have behaved aggressively,
unscrupulously, unjustly; as • estion we shall reap,
either this day or seine future day, the fruit of the seed
we have sown. And our leaders—the men who have led
the people wrong, who have fed their vanity and weekn,ss,
and out of these thingshave sucked their own advantage—
what part of the dishonour and suffering which they have
so plentifully caused is to fall to their share If some
retributive set of justice could place Lord Beaconsfield
and Lord Salisburr together within the lines of Shirpur,
and some of the scars of war could be borne by those who
have planned and prepared war, the admirable sentiment
of Jeannette in the song, who wished kings to rettle their
quarrels in their own persons instead of the persons of
their subjects, would be fully satisfied ; but, unfortunately,
both these statesmen will only and at worst be called on
to shod • little peaceful ink should an English army be
loot; not uu Wear bucks, but on the becks of others,
will the crimes of the last three years be scored. No?
Let them stay in our midst. There is a use reserved for
them. Let them remain as living examples, at all events
for one generation, of what presumption, recklemeness, and
vanity can do,when armed with power! Let them stand in
English memory, when forgotten on every other count, as
the statesmen who endeavoured to build on the founds.
Hone of injustice; who piled wrong on wrong, until they
became the architects of their own ruin; who tried to be
clever, but failed to be honest —I am, obediently,
AI:DIMON HEIBLRT,
Holworth House, Ower Moigne, Dorchester, Dec. 20.