The Sun.
London, England, 1855-06-25 00:00:00

METROPOLITAN CATTLE MARKET.

The arrivals of foreign stock into London last week were
again moderate. The total supply amounted to 4,659
head. In the corresponding week in 1854 we received
5,452 in 1853, 6,585 ; in 1852, 6,056; in 1851, 4,691; in
1850, 3, 502 ; in 1819, 4,035; in 1817, 3,517.

IMPORTS INTO LONDON LAST WEEK.
Beasts. Sheep. Lambs.

Calves. Pigs
10 ...

L IT ER A T UR E.

RICHARD DOYLE.

Th 3 Foreign Tour of Messrs. Brown, Tones, and
Robinson. By Richard Doyle. Bradbury and
Evans.

It has so happened that Mr. Punch has wilfully
deprived himself within the last few years of two
among his most distingu:shed contributors—the
one pictorial, the other literary—one withdrawing
in consequence of his (Mr. P.'s) religious into-
lerance, the other in consequence pt his implacable
persistence in certain perverse political vitupera-
tions. Everybody respected the conscientious
scruples which compelled Mr. Doyle, in 1850, to
throw up a popular and lucrative pcsition on the
establishment of the gentleman with the "little dor-
sal irregularity," the fraqtious infant, the shrewish
wife, and the uproarious neighbour. None of us
could fail to recognise, of course, its obvious and
complete disinterestedness. There was something
manifestly chivalric, moreover, in the incident,
transpiring as it did in the midst of a very formi-
dable display of national infuriation. It was felt
by the majority of impartial observers to be but
reasonable that our artist should have some scruple
in continuing to associate his name with a periodi-
cal whose principal endeavour at the time appeared
to be, not so much that of reprobating the Papal
revival of an obsolete Hierarchy, as that of ridi-
culing the root-dogmas or fundamental principles
of Roman Catholicism. It mattered little whe-
ther the spectators of these proceedings were
orthodox Protestants, or Presbyterians, or Non-
conformists ; every one appreciated on the in-
stant the high and honourable motives which
induced Mr. Doyle, without a moment's
hesitation, to sacrifice everything rather than con-
sent to the violation of his sense of religious con-
sistency. We respected his known reasons for a
sudden retirement from the establishment of our

great comic publication. Bat, in doing so, we
grievously lamented over the necessity of his de-
parture. We have ever since then regretted the
disappearance from the pages of the " London
Charivari" of his fanciful and bizarre grotesque-

ness. Although Mr. Leech was still left in
his old post as facile princeps among the weekly
illustrators. Although the gap occasioned by the
secession of Mr. Doyle was partially filled up very
soon afterwards by the timely induction into his
vacant place of a humorous draughtsman no less
ingenious than Mr. Tenniel. In spite of all this,
_ _ _ _

we could not but miss those inimitable freaks and
frolics of the pencil to which the satirist of "Ye
Manners and Customs of yo Englishe" in the nine-
teenth century had habituated us almost, to the

exhaustion of our risibility. It has so chanced,
moreover, that from the date we are here alluding
to, down to the latest number of our comic con-

temporary, every separate issue has borne upon its
title-page a tantalishw reminder of Richard Doyle
as an interrupted &mins among caricaturists. We
have there perpetually thrust provokingly before
our eyes the well-remembered effigy in the wood-
cut frontispiece of Punch of what the Dublin
Reviewer once called the " little cocky bird"

perched on the reversedinitials of the banisliedillus•
trator. TruoJ. L. is still ours with his glass-covered
leech-bottle--but R. D. with his pert little fledg-
ling is still absent from the body of the work,
though still presiding over it in the Customary
nook at the left-hand corner of the familiar title-

page. The non-appearance elsewhere in Punch
of that ever - delightful and laughter-provoking
monograph being in no way compensated either by
the symbolic scrawl of the half-opened pair of
" barnicles," or that queer, odd, fantastic triple-

zigzag which may be described as the three frog's
legs hieroglyph. Nay we are not altogether solaced
_ .

fo-r the ab-sence of Doyle by the indefatigable and
ever-lively pencillings of home life by Leech, or the
occasional outlines vouchsafed by the hand of Ten-
niel when not more ambitiously employed in paint-
ing at his easle, or embellishing with his compeers
_ _

the frescoed wails of the New Houses of Parliament.

We want Richard Doyle back again in his old po-

sition on the London Charivari. We are unw-il-

ling to regard his return to that position, sooner or
later, as quite impracticable. We long to have our
appetite for the ridiculous feasted once more by his
pictorial extravagance.
And precisely as we are disposed to grumble over
the remembrance of that perversity which deprived
Mr. Punch of the pencil of Doyle, we are prepared
to quarrel with the old gentleman, heart and soul,
too th and nail, over the recollection of that incorrigible
wrongheadedness which struck out of his fasces the
well-nibbed pen of Thackeray. As the artist was
driven away, in 1850, from the establishment hard
by St. Bride's and over against Mr. Bogue's, in
Fleet-street, because of his all-mastering love of
religious consistency—so was the novelist scared
out of the same incongruous manufactory of bur-
lesque and bigotry, of puns and prejudice, by rea-
son of the warmth of his patriotism and the sincerity
of his devotion to the interests of fair play.
Punch, like the rest of his contemporaries, with
one " base exception "—ourselves—had long per-
sisted in directing ridicule, abuse, and all kinds of
unmannerly personalities and flagitious vitupera-
tions against the imperial ruler of France, as though
a nation of 30,000,000 could be hoodwinked by an
unprincipled charlatan with the ballot and uni-
versal suffrage three times placed at their disposal
for the settlement of his disputed claims upon their
respect or upon their vengeance. It mattered
nothing apparently to the revilers of Charles Louis
Napoleon that upon the first occasion when that
double test of the ballot and universal suffrage was
applied, the electoral boxes were in the hands of

the foes and even of the rivals of " The Pretender"
—so that there could not possibly be even a sus-
picion of jugglery when, under the repub-
lican rule of General Cavaignac, close upon
six millions of votes were counted out of
the urns of franchise in favour of his princi-
pal opponent. Nothing seemed capable of opening
the eyes of the more scurrilous assailants of theb
chief of the house of Bonaparte to a recognition of
their mistake in regarding him as the deceiver

instead of as the chosen leader of France : not even
the subsequent re-election of the same man to the
chair of the Presidency by a still larger majority
than the one which had first nominated him the
supreme magistrate of the Democracy. Nay, not
even the augmentation upon a third and conclud-
ing trial (when the votes by universal suffrage were
again, and for the last time, passed through the
alembic of the ballot-box) not even the augmenta-
tion upon thAt crowning test of six to eight millions,
as a majority, when the Prince-President was
raised upon the shield of the people and his brow
bound with the diadem of the modern Charlemagne.
No—the blundering animosity of the vituperators
of the third Napoleon was not to be silenced in this
country until self-interest at last pointed out the
folly of further perseverance in the same insensate
onslaughts upon the ruler of France, now the mag-
nanimous ally of England. When the complication
of European difficulties in the East had gradually
revealed, among other things, the sincerity of his
Imperial Majesty's desire to maintain the position of
his empire side by side with that of Victoria in the
van of the great army of civilisation, a new light
suddenly began to dawn upon our contemporaries.
One by one the journalists of England, daily,
weekly, monthly, quarterly, recognised the mis-
take they had been all along committing in allow-
ing the prejudice to run riot in unthinking abuse
of the thrice-elect of the neighbouring population.
One by one they changed their tactics. One by
one they dropped off from the ranks of his assail-
ants, until at last but a single scurrilous vituper-
ator of the French Emperor remained, that
one, however, a deadly " good hater," beim°, no
other than the little hump-backed gentleman Mr.
Punch. Ultimately this dunderheaded obstinacy
proved altogether too much for Mr. Thackeray.
He quitted the establishment of the gross-grained
censor, satisfied that the course doggedly pursued
by the sop of the nineteenth century in carping
to the very end of the chapter at everything done
or said by the friend and ally of England, could
not possibly be consonant with the dictates of true
patriotism—of right reason, or of common decency.
And so the sustained petulance of Punch, in the
matter of the Catholic Hierarchy, deprived him of
the genius of Mr. Doyle ; and his yet more flag-
rant pertinacity in reference to the French Em-
peror deprived him of the genius of Mr. Thackeray.
The secession of the former was at the period of its
occurrence a subject of general notoriety. That of
the latter was not long since announced by him in
a delightful paper contributed to the pages of the
Quarterly. It is just as it should be, therefore, to
find the two eminent seceders from the London
Charivari working amicably together upon the
same " labour of love," R. D. embellishing with
etchings and woodcuts the delectable history of
that most respectable family " The Newcomes,"
edited, we presume, from the original manuscripts
of M. A. T., by our friend of the Pall-Mall Gazette,
Arthur Pendennis. Fortunately for the admirers
of both Doyle and Thackeray, this joint periodical,
now rapidly approaching its completion, is very far
from being the only vehicle for the display of their
peculiar powers—one as an inimitable droll of the
pencil, the other as a foremost name among those
of the great masters of fiction who have built up the
glorious fabric of the Walhalla of our Imaginative
Literature. As for Mr. Thackeray his industry has
been proving itself to bo no less indefatigable than
his rare and delightful genius appears to be many-
sided and seemingly inexhaustible. Besides the
continuance, month by month, of his serial story,
in two dozen numbers, besides his occasional con-
tribution just now referred to as adorning a recent
instalment of the Quarterly, he could find leisure,
at Christmas, to narrate the advbntures of Prince
Bulbo, and his worthy associates in that queer little

fairy tale "The Rest) and the Ring," sprinkled by.
his own band with the oldest, strangest, plea-
santest of absurd embellishments:, Beyond which
ho even discovered time and opportunity the other
day to deliver another charming discourse, a sup-
plemental prelection to his witty and genial lec-
tures upon the lives• and works of our English
Humorists. Not by any means so industrious has
been Mr. Do3le—the products of whose whimsical
gmius appear to have been restricted all this while
to the drawings coming forth, month after mouth,
under the yellow leaves of "The Newcomes," and
to vague promises of other good things, put forth
intermittently among the Messrs. Smith and
Elder's advertisements. Promises only these tan-
talisieg announcements still remain—ghostly
"shadows," cast before them by those "coming
events," popularly known as works " in the press,"
or " preparing for publication." Meanwhile we
have yet upon our bookshelves the famous Diary
of Mr. Pips, decorated with those interleaved litn-
nings—outlines of " figures of fun," in impractic-
able attitudes, set off for the most part by impos-
sible perspectives. And still lying upon our side•
table; cheek-by-jowl with all imaginable and un-
imaginable pictorial oddities from Hogarth to
Leech, from Gilray to Cruiksbank, we have still at
our elbow, Richard Doyle's incorrigibly ridiculous
record of " The Foreign Tour of Messrs. Brown,
Jones, and Robinson"—being a history of what

they saw and did, one memorable autumn, iu
Belgium, Germany, Italy, and Switzerland.
However immethodical may be the researches
made in this ample repertory of the purely ludi-
crous, those who may turn over the pages of the
" eventful history" therein represented, may
count with absolute certainty upon not closing the
volume without having first of all laughed_ over its
contents "consumedly," besides drawing, both from
pictures and from explanatory letterpresv, a wonder-
ful store of exhilarating recollections. Recollections
which are to the genuine appreciator of the comic
what the daffodils were to the pensive memory of
Wordsworth—that " host of golden daffodils "
seen

" Be9ide the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."

And afterwards immortalised in that exquisite
remembrance—

" How oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude ;
And then my heart with pleasure .fills
And dances with the daffodils."

It is precisely thus, we repeat, with regard to the
humorous conceits conjured up by the mere recol-
lection of Mr. Doyle's laughable memorial of the
wanderings and ponderings of Messrs. Brown,
Jones, and Robinson. How vividly we recall to
mind each one of them—per se—in his amazingly
ridiculous individuality. Shockheaded little
" Brown"—intended, we can't help fancying some-
times, to stand forth from the canvass in some
sort as our artist's own representative. Tall,
slim, not to say lanky " Jones "—the very
embodiment of English sang froid, of cool
British self-possession. And stupid, delightful,
fat, sentimental, old " Robinson"—a very tub in
shape and a veritable butt in good-natured
stupidity. Don't we recollect each of them in his
particular form, in his distinguishing garb, in his
peculiar and especial idiocyncrasy ? Robinson
going abroad with a perfect pyramid of luggage,
hat-boxes, bags, boxes, portmanteaux—and coming
back with that wonderful melange of foreign pur-
chases, the fuzzy, broad-rimmed hat, never worn
and always in the way the wooden pipe, evidently'
impervious to tobacco-smoke 1 the cornet-a-piston,
bought in Germany with the vague intention of
learning to play it some day ! the Venice
gloves, obtained as a great -bargain, and found to
be utterly worthless ! and so on with the eau-de-
cologne, and the cigars, and the tanchoritz editions
of nice little books seized by the Custom-house
authorities ! Jones, too, setting out on his voyaging
smooth and sleek, and returning homewards with
that astonishing moustache ! To say nothing of
Brown starting without the key of that gluttonous
carpet-bag, which ho has packed with the pressure
of his feet, and which he ultimately leaves behind
him at Minden—discovering his forgetfulness only
by the time he has reached Dusseldorf Besides
this heroic trio of Roving Englishmen, what mar-
vellous personages have we not introduced to us
personally, bodily, living and breathing it almost
seems, during the course of their continental
peregrinations. The Bore, for example, that
stupendously dreary infliction suggestive at mo-
ments, even to the meekest victims, of either sui-
cide or assassination. How we shudder in sympa-
thy with poor Brown and Jones, at that mere
glimpse of the wretch in the moonlight at Heidel-
berg How we tremble with them as they peer
round the corner of the tobacconist's shop at
Frankfort, at the glimmer of his abominable coat
tails, as he passes round the corner on the other
side of the way, without recognising the fact of
their proximity. The Citizen of the United States,
too, mot on board the Rhine steam-boit—who
opinionates .to Brown that "old Europe is 'tarnally
thawed up," and that "this here Rhine aint much
by the side of our Mississipi." The English "Mi-
lord" on the same river (the Rhine), seen through
his carriage window, muffled up in a cloak and
travelling cap, engaged in reading the literature of
his country, i.e., the Times and the Quarterly.
Again—the London Gent up the Rhino, his lip in
bristles, and his limbs in very loud plaid—repre-
sented at the moment when expressing his opinion
that the whole is a "do" and a " self." Or—the
British Fanner and Son in foreign parts—sur-
prised by everything into a perpetual grin and
stare, horridly obfuscated chawbacons, in reference
to whom Jones wickedly insinuates that they must
have taken leave ofEngland and their senses at once,
owing to the withdrawal of Protection ! Or that intol-
erable M.P. travelling in search of facts—the very
double of Sir Charles Wood—pragmatical and poli-
tico-economic, who favours Brown (unasked) with
his view upon mattersgenerally, and the statistics of
everything. Above all, there must not fail to be
particularly mentioned the most miraculous life-
portrait among all these—the callotype of the Great
Briton, stout, comfortable, broad-cloth'd, well-
buttoned, and supercilious his feet warm in
gaiters, his hand leaning negligently on his um-
brella, his nose in the air contemplating the
Rhine-land, wondering if it would be possible to
live in that country, and, considering (suppose lie
had one of those castles now) how many thousands
a year one could do it with ! When he shall turn
away at the end of his contemplations, putting his
hand in his trowser pocket as he strolls along deck,
we can already hear by anticipation the luscious
chink of the warm gold running through his fin-
gers. Never was a man evidently more well-to-do,
smug, plump, and self-satisfied. He little thinks
as he stands there, musing, what Brown (otherwise
Doyle) is doing all the while, in the distance, with
his magic, little, twittering pencil ! Any more
than the demure nun—jotted down the next
minute by the same hand in a rapid act of sketch-
ing. Several of the more symbolical of Brown's
pictorial freaks, by the way, are deserving of peculiar
observation : ex. gr., " the first glimpse of Rhine
Scenery," represented by diagrams of fields and
lines of poplars in parallelograms ! or the first im-
pression of the river itself " from an original
sketch" in the possession of Brown's family, show-
ing us a perspective of sugar-loaf hills on either
side, each hill-top surmounted by a ruined castle !
or the somewhat indistinct representation of the
same scenery when it becomes " mysterious" under
the combined influence of Mist (Scotch) and Fog
(London November) ! The narrative of the tour
is, of course, not without its adventures. Indeed
each of the three heroes has his own separate and
distinctive adventures. Little Brown, for rxmnple,
his famous pas de desespoir et de resignation in his
night-gown at Venice—during the whole of which
dance of torture his head is enveloped in a cloud,
or halo, or aureole of what Mrs. Gudge called the
" musketeers." Beginning with an agonised kick-
up in the bedclothes—followed by a sitting bolt
upright in a state of dogged " Misery"—then by a
dashing exit from between the sheets in a condi-
tion of frantic " Desperation "—and after " mo-

mentary relief" at the open window, a series a
effective tableaux : one (with the bolster and pil-
low) entitled " Madness 1" another, " Bell ! !"
another "Boots !!!" and, finally, in the midst of a
chaos of furniture, the effigy of the hero of the
midnight incident (still in hisnight gear), his hands
on his knees, his hair bristling, his head still in its
aureole of " musketeers," in the crowning stage of
all, that of entire blank " Despair 1 1 ! !" Robin-
son's adventure presents him to us in divers extra-
ordinary attitudes, after he has fallen asleep while
sitting in front of the fire in the public room of the
hotel at Heidelburg—bringing him through the
various contortions produced in a sitting body
by profound somnolency to that horizontal
position in which Brown and -Jones are
horrified to discover him on their return—
his hands in his pockets, and snoring sono-
rously. Jones's Adventure threatens a somewhat
more serious termination than either of those
already described, originating in a squabble be-
tween his Isle-of-Skye terrier, and a small sentinel
at Baden, leading the master of the dog to an
assault upon the soldier-in-miniature, and conduct-
ing him at last into the custody of the local militaryauthorities—fromwhoseclutches he is at len thwith
some difficulty extricated on the potent score of his
being Civis Britannicus. It were idle
to attempt following our three friends throughhowever,
to
whole tangled maze of their occasionally ratht (toe
eccentric proceedings—as idle as i
dream of affording any adequate by e mere
words, however adroitly selected, idea
nee
woul b
, of the appeara
presented by Robinson during the seven ages °

his beard up to the date of his memorable shave at
Milan, or the same gentleman as he shone forth in
the Vicuna tailor's when first endowed with that
astonish ing
compound of cloak And overcoat, em-
broidered down the seams, decorated with a
hood, and adorned with a tassle ! Possibly the
most characteristic sketches of the "glori-
ous three" are. those representing Jones as
he appeared at the opera "abrcad," and
"at home—Brown as he loOked late at night,
while endeavouring to square the accounts of the
voylr,urs, and Robinson, as he looked while writ-
ing his celebrated letter to the Times, on the sub-
ject of the deficiency. of soap and water among the
benighted nations of the continent. • Wonderful is
the gleaming "Eye of the Government," (kept upon
the travellers during their stay in the Austrian
dominion) as drawn from Brown's haunted imagi-
nation. Wonderful is that little daguerreotype of
Kellner, the German waiter, who is small in Eva-
ture (remaining always a boy, like the driver cf
our own post horses), scarcely the size of We,
as Jones takes occasion, to remark, wl•ea
they first behold a veritable specimen of his class
at Cologne. Wonderful beyond all is that übi-
quitdoteirsers i
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duringntin otthi re
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period of their stay in the Austrian capital, is at
last presumed by them to have bad his suspicions
originallyrya t emr mistaking
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ty,
Equality, r gaanr b
ad
r out
on the loose ! And so, in an inexhaustible torrent
of drollery, the freaks of the Foreign Tour of our
heroes, through Belgium, G3rmany, Italy, and
Switzerland, are poured out over eighty quarto
pages of the humorous, by the pencil of Richard
Doyle, the fun of which appears to us
ethqeuaelxl
the ludicrous
ypleanpaptearryentee in the fantastic pictures and
of Brown, Jones, and Robinson, from the animated
painnnioreanutiaarieso.f Nthethiwli ganfidaegrisn gs
in
frontispiece on the title-page down to that notable
joke
agenigeienevandl
joys
eyweaeyf
aofreLt'frintehoie—mienvrdiacradtsiyfereniof the
Continent, viz., " Sic (k) Transit," as shadowed
foith in mid-Channel ! " Gloria illundi," as sym-
bolise lat Dover by a return banquet of London
porter and the roast beef of Old England !
Chuckling over which comic climax to the book,
the reader closes it with every willingness to greet
Brown, Jones, and Robinson with the heartiest 8021
Voyage ! in the event of their ever betraying a dis-
position to make, sooner or later, another tour upon
the continent—a tour not like that of Doctor
Syntax in search of the picturesque, but in quest,
we take it, of the grotesque and exhilarating. Ex-
hilarating the contemplation of their journeying
has been to us, and so, as they hurry off towards
their several situations—Brown, with his note-
book and portfolio • Jones, with his ragged little
scaramouch of a dog at his heels ; and Robinson,
flustered under the weight of the responsibility of
that mountainous mass of baggage—we greet them,
cordially, with a hail and farewell !

SPOLTING OT ES.

NOTIONS ABOUT NEWCASTLE.

The inhabitants of Newcastle take a proper pride in

their meeting, and are jealous of its reputation. They
willingly and liberally contribute to the race fund, and
cordially co-operate with the officials to carry out the
essential arrangements connected with the gathering.
By the hard-worked, soot-begrimed denizens of this
mining district the race week is devoted to holidays and
merrymaking, and toil and its troubles are for a time
forgotten in the excitement and enjoyment of the sport.
Until late years Newcastle was almost inaccessible to
Southern turfites ; now, however, the facilities of rail-
way travelling have removed this bar to its complete
success, and although the journey be still long and
tedious, yet metropolitan sportsmen willingly under-
take it in consideration of the attraction and
interest which centre in the proceedings. True, the
supply of sport will be comparatively scanty, but the
fields for the different handicaps will doubtless be some-
what large.

The proceedings will commence with the Trial Stakes,
which closed on Saturday. The entries for this and the
other htakes which closed on that day, have not yet
reached London. The North Derby is, therefore, the
first event which "champions me to the utterance."
The list of nominations comprises the names of Corcebus,
Dame Judith, Blooming Heather, Amy, Lord Alfred,
&c. Should Blooming Heather and Corcebus meet, the
encounter will doubtless occasion some brisk betting.
At Stockbridge Corcebus appeared in capital condition,
and in consideration of the style in which he defeated his
opponents there, I shall pin my faith to him on this oc-

casion.
Thirty-one animals are handicapped for the Members'
Plate, and in the absence of all actual knowledge as to
the intended competitors it is a task of no ordinary
difficulty to indicate the probable winner. On glancing
over the list, the names which attract the eye are Early
Bird, Sst. 71b. ; Bourgeoip, Bst. ; Radulphus, 7st, 101 h.;
Maid of Team Valley, 7st. 21b. ; Eulogist, 7st. 2ib. ;
Tho Assayer, Est. 121 b. ; Ammonia, 6st. 101 b. ; Miss
Allen, Est. 101 b. ; Lily, 4st. 111 b. From this lot I
shall select the Assayer,nia.id of Team Valley, and
Early Bird to represent my interest, my opinion of their
comparative chances being indicated by the order in
which I have set down their names.
Sister to Broughton, Gamester, and Thirty-to-Five,
seem the most noteworthy names among the entries for
the Tyro Stakes. Mr. Morris, however, may have
something " formidable ;" my present fancy, however, is
for Thirty-to-Five.
Wednesday's list is strong in the attraction of the
Northumberland Plate, to which the attention of turfites
—northern and southern—is now almost exclusively
directed. Although the weights have been most carefully
adjusted, yet a probability exists that the field will be
numerically small. So far as lam at present able to as-
certain, the following are likely to go the post :
Age at lb Age st lb
Vindex
Arribas
Exile of Erin 4 7 3 Blooming Heather 3 6 1
Dilkeith
Bianca
Waverley
Rylstone (in. 61b Bolton 3 5 6
extra)
The Spinner
I have included Rotherham io the above list, albeit
well founded doubts are entertained of his starting. It
is said that his leg has again filled. Bolton has been
advanced to the position which he once occupied in the
betting, and is certainly leniently enough handicapped
to be entitled-to the support he has received. Whether
he will be capable of staying is reasonably doubted, but
this objection will hold good with reference to nearly
every animal in the race. Should Vindex be i' the vein
he will be a most formidable opponent ; his weight in
comparison with that of certain of the young o ties is
most favourable. He possesses considerable racing
merit, which is, however, counteracted by hi& un-
certain roguish temper. Good as Rylstone un-
questionably is, yet the 6lbs. additional impost which
he incurred by his winning at Manchester will
militate materially against his success. Still, E shal
expect to see him obtain a forward position. He ran
well up at the Derby, and at the distance looked as for-
midable as anything in the race. John Osborne, it is
reported, means mischief with something. My infor-
mation, however, is too vague to induce me to place
confidence in the triumph of his stable. Should Baron.
Rothschild be inclined to try his fortune in the North
with Blooming Heather, the blue jacket and orange cap
will doubtless be conspicuous. Blooming Heather can
stay, and will undoubtedly be among the first flight of
competitors. Courtney is much fancied by a large
body of supporters, and his running is good enough
to warrant the "fondness" which is entertained for
him. Of the outsiders my preference is for Whitelock,
in consideration of his easy victory/at the late meeting
at Shrewsbury. On a careful comparison of the dhances
I am induced to assign the foremost places to
VINDEX, BLOOMING HEATHER, and COURTNVI.
Should an outsider be destined to pull through, George
Mather may give the fielders a " good turn" with
Whitelock. His success would be hailed with general
satisfaction, for no man on the turf is more respected.
His ill luck with his horses is, however, notorious, but
he may yet experience the truth of the old proverb
about the long lane that ha's no turning.
Tilly ought to win the Grand Stand Stakes, and Carp
eine ought to obtain the second money.
Hospodar, Bourgeois, Snowdon Dunhill, Helmet,
Ellermire, Assayer, and Exmouth constitute a for-
midable lot for the Free Handicap. The winner will
perhaps be either Hospodar or Helmet. For the Com-
mercial Visitors' Plate I select Hanby and Chisel.
Wild Huntsman will perhaps carry off the Gold Cup.
The Lottery Stakes I assign to Coroabus.
.The.
utphoen' proasbab t
le winner
impos-
sible
Corpo-
ration Handicap I shal not touch
to express anopinion
until the result of the first and second day's racing be
a s to
known. •
The lovers of sport at Cheltenham have succeeded in
getting uP two days' racing,
to take place on Thursday
and Friday next. The programme contains no item of
prospective importance.
, I June 25.
per

A FRESH MAN.

ARRIVALS AT NEWCASTLE.'
Waverley, Rataplan, Hebe 2 yrs, Canute, Goldfinch,
Vignette, Whitelock, Lily, Lord Mired, D
Perkins, and Plumpton Maid. cia), Tour