The Express.
London, England, 1868-06-15 00:00:00

STRANDING OF A MAIL STEAXEIL.

SHANGHAI, MAY 27 (cia
The steamship Benares stranded on Western Wand
of the Fisherman's Group on the night of
the 23rd. Mails, passengers, and crew saved.
Ship and cargo expected to become a total loss.
The Bemires had on board 385:bales of silk and
75,000 tack treasure. The Ellora left for wreck
this afternoon to render assistance.

AMERICA.

NEW YORK, JMflt 13.

The steamers leaving to-day for Europe take out
1,225,000 dollars in specie.
Closing Prices : Gold, 140; Sterling Ex
on London, 110 k ; 5-20 U. S. Bonds, 1882,17 e;
Illinois, 155; Erie, 701; Cotton, M. Upland, 29;
Petroleum, standard white, 32k. Flour, extra
State, 9 dole.; Corn, old mixed, 114.

Aciording to /deem. Neil's report the week's
receipts of cotton at all porta have been 3,000 bales,
and since Ist September 2,110,000 bales. Week's
exports to Great Britain 9,000 bales, since let
September 1,218,000 bales; week's export to
Continent 3,000 bales, and since Ist September
441,000 bales. Total exports of the week 12,000
bales, and since Ist September 1,637,000 bales.
Stock at all ports, 125,000 bales.

THE NEW AMERICAN MINISTER IN
ENGLAND.
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NEW YORK, Juana 13.

Senator Beverdy Johnson, of Maryland, has been
appointed United States Minister to England. The
nomination has been confirmed by the Senate
without the customary reference to the committee.
Mr. Beverdy Johnson is a conservative democrat
of high standing and character. The appointment
has given general satisfaction.

THE Fox CLts.—The fourth westing of the
Fox Club this season was held at Brooke's on
there being present :—The Marquis of Norman by,
Francis J. IL Foljambe, Y.P., Colonel Hon. William
Edward's, Mr. John Cotes, Sir Thomu B. Birth, Bart.,
Lord Torphichen, Hon. H. H. Duncan, Hon. F. H.
Vernon, Mr. Robert T. Gurdon, Earl of Stair, Mr.
Augustus K. Stephenson, Hon. Edward K. Coke, Sir
Henry R. Ferguson Davie, Bart., M.P., Sir Hedworth
Williamson, Bart., M.P., Mr. Lawrence Dundas, Earl of
Albemarle, Mr. Ent°, Ml'', Mr. Michael Bid-

dulph, Right Hon. Join W. Fitzpatrick, M.P.,
Hon. Edward S. Russell, Mr. Hugh A. H. Cholmeley,
Viscount Eversley, Lonl Carew, Lord Mostyn, Hon. G.
W. Fitzwilliam, Right Hon. Stephen Luthugton, and
Lord Suffield. _ _

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THE SHOW OF YEARLINGS AT ELTHAM.

The two last Saturdays have been full of prez-
nant meaning to the breeders of race horses and the
followers of the turf. The lessons of the day have
been enforced with stern but simple logic, and
what preacher or moralist might have failed in
making clear has been brought home to the
meanest understanding by examples of par extremely
practical kind. Everybody knew that the business
of the turf had suffered some severe shoeke, but
few were aware how far-reaching had be& their
effects. But the yearling sales have brought
the story home. Both at Hampton Court, a
week ago, and at that held on Saturday at Mr.
Blenkiron's famous establishment at Flamm, did
Mr. Edmund Tattersall essay with all his wonted
skill to stimulate the assembled crowd into what is
called " spirited bidding," and on neither occasion
was the result commensurate with the efforts made.

Those who would have given high prices; if they
could,kept away. Those who could have given
them if they would, made their bids as leanly as
Jews at an auction. Perhaps Haturdity's pro-
. took people most by surprise, because the
• n annual sale is celebrated in turf slang
„may" "an go." It is insseited by
hospitaßty, and has latterly beenht to-
ether, not without profit to the person principally
interested, the financial and aristocratic magnates
of the turf. Two years ago the bidding there
was terrific. Promising but untried animals were
sold for more thousands than we care to quote,
and the impetuous rivalry of titled and wealthy
youth paid toll in a way and to an extent which
raised Mr. Blenkiron's reputation as a successful
breeder and astute seller far above his competitors
in those arts. Pretty young creatures which were
little more than colts, which had never
known a saddle or been taught the rudiments
of their profession, realised prices which would
have struck the trainers of Flying Childers or
Eclipse dumb with wonder. The town rang with
plaudits or censures, according to its mood, of the
the noble and gentle sportsmen's " pluck," and it
became a settled conviction in some minds that the
precedent set would be followed, and that Mr.
Blenkiron's prices would keep up like those of
any popular artist who has won the confidence or
hit the fancy of the public. But as if to prove the
truth of the Shakesperiaaaxiom that " violent de-
lights have violent ends," SatUrday's sale formed
a complete antithesis to its forerunner. It was
flat and heavy beyond example. The severe losses
of the year might be beard of in a sort of chorus
of lamentation on every side. There were no
im-
pulsive young turf patrons to pay fancy prices.
There was no post-prandial enthusiasm, no
gushing inexperience, no infantile delight at
shouting out high figures, no yielding to temp-
tation. The vice or virtue known as " plunging '
seemed to have been rooted out, and the well and
ill-dressed listeners who stood round Mr. Tatter-
sall's rostrum were an eminently wary, collected,
and self-seeking crowd. They might have been
brokers on 'Change, or parishioners met to discuss.
a grievance, so utterly innocent were they of aught
approaching " spirit." The hard teaching of the
Roman slave who won his liberty by his wit, that
it is a good thing to learn caution by the misfor-
tune of others, was consciously or unconsciously
acted upon, and from first to last the bitter
lessons of the last year or two were as palpable as
so much handwriting on the wall.
As at Hampton Court, so at Middle Park. The
racers of the future were ready, but the owners of
the future were wanting, or were only repre-
sented by men out of their novitiate, and tho-
roughly capable of taking care of themselves.
gentlemen were to be seen in abundance at both
sales. But there are few things harder in life than
your turf gentleman whose singed wings have
grown again, and who has learnt to make racing
pay. He has not the social weaknesses of the self-
made man. He knows to a nicety how much and
how little extraneous considerations are worth in
horse-buying. He has suffered from flattery, and
in his time paid dearly for acting on impulse. But
now, armed at all points, and with the experience
he has profited by wrapped round him like armour,
he descends into the semi-professional arena as little
malleable as granite, and with a hardy cynicism
round which the most skiful auctioneenng wiles
may play in vain. His business is to make money
out of horses, and the very faculties which have
made him survive the storms to which the men
with whom he started life have succumbed render
him impervious to flattery and deaf to
penuasion. Judgment is his specialty, and
he acts on it alone. The professional
horse dealers, the large bookmakers, the turf pro-
phets, the celebrated trainers, the men about town,
and the nondescript hangers-on who formed the
remainder of the crowd round Mr. Tattersall's
rostrum on both days, were none of them pro-
mising subjects for an auctioneer. Either wary or
indifferent they jested depreciatingly on the
stock offered, or regarded the entire proceedings as
a show. The last frame of mind was not uncom-
mon, and to those who can adopt it, a great year-
ling sale is an agreeable festival enough. An easy
railway jaunt; a drive through quiet English lanes,
in which the stout oak is, in all its glory, competing
with the wide spreading elm, to protect the way-
farer from the sun ; peeps into sheltered nooks
round which the sycamore throws its honied shade,
and the birch spreads its graceful tresses ; hasty
glances at the fast swelling grain, waving and
trembling in the summer wind, and at
richly endowed garden plots, where flowers
are blooming with semi-tropical luxuriance; a
ride or stroll over enamelled turf, while drinking
in air laden with sweet fragrance, and a final
resting place in a pleasant trim paddock, and a cool
tent in which your comfort is studied and your
corporeal wants supplied as if you were one of the
heroes of the Arabian nights—is no bad way for a
listless drouthy Londoner to spend a holiday in
Jane. A gigantic pic-nic from which for some un-
accountable reason ladies have been excluded; a
dub-excursion devised and carried out by fre-
quenters of the same coffee-room, who had
allowed their tradespeople to accompany them ;
a private race-meeting at which heavy stakes
would be run for, for the amusement of the few ; a
suburban rendezvous sufficiently attractive to bring
together popular actors, pious millionaires, and an
immense variety of people who had little in
common save their place of meeting, were all sug-
gested by the sale days at Hampton Court
and Eltham. Nor, with perhaps the
exception of those pecuniarily or pro-
fessionally interested, must it be sup-
posed that the general enjoyment was at all
dimmed by the absence of extravagant or even
appreciative bidding. The sunshine was as genial
the air as pure, the turf as bright, the skittish
sleek-skinned beauties as replete with graceful
animation, as if the most unreasonable prices had
been commanded ; and those present seemed keenly
alive to those extraneous influences. If a yearling
sale were a mere plea for entertaining a few hun-
dreds of the miscellaneous public, nothing could
have been more satisfactory than the two last
Saturdays to every one concerned. But es the
entire aim and object of these gatherings is to sell
ycung horses, and to sell them highly, they must
be pronounced comparative failures. Not that it
is desirable, either on the score of public morality,
nor in the best interests of the turf that the prime
at these sales should range prodigally high. A
yearling is, after all, rather like a ticket in
a lottery. The most prescient cannot pro-
nounce with anything like certainty upon
what an untried colt will bring in. His world of
action is still before him. The mysteries of the
training-stables, the early gallop, the tan-ride,
the morning sweat, the tests of speed, and finally
the appearances in public are all to come. •Blood
and bone and pedigree go for much, but the beet