The Sun.
London, England, 1863-05-16 00:00:00

RHYMING RICHARD.

Ere the last horse has crossed the road, Lord Clifden's
" bolt is shot I"
The "primrose and the crimson" show still proudly to the
fore,
And Saccharometer holds out, although his chance is o'er;
For speed to mount the fatal hill Lord Strathmore's colt

will lack—
Outpaced he is, but all may see the bottom of the Sack.
" De Ranger!" " Tambour P' " alike !"—these names
the Ring repeat—
The wild excitement of the scene has reached its fever heat;
But calm and still sits Challoner, till just below the Stand,
He marks the Gthie's" chocolate" die out at his right hand;
The Ranger too's beyond his range, the Tambour feels the

pace, _ .
The rival Kings but struggle on to gain, perhaps, a place.
Between those dark but living lines, that sea of faces keen,
Beneath the glance of Beauty's eye, those deafening shouts
between,
He shoots like lightning to the front, and ere the set of sun
A thousand flashing wires have told that MACARONI won I

JOHN DAVIS.

The " road" is gained—and thundering put the Stand,
Come "Mac," and "Sac," with Clifden " well in hand."
Gillis and Ranger in the strife compound,
And Tom Fool's backers greater fools are found.
Fantastic at the distance shuts up shop ;
And Hospodar and Lamb's Blue Mantle stop.
The shouts are fearful, for the struggle's close;
And no one knows how strong he'll get the dose.
" Sac" now beats " Mac"—but spite of private spins,
The best since West Australian, CLIFDEN wins I

ALADDIN.
LORD CLIFDEN with favour we've always regarded,
His goodness and stoutness we still must assert;
And his colours untarnished, by victory guarded,
Whether beaten or not, we will never desert

THE TWOPENNY WA RBLER.
To finish my ditty, I think that alone, I
Shall "nail" my allegiance on sweet MACARONI;
And if any outsider should show in the race,
Fantastic, I fancy, is good for a place I

TROUBADOUR.
LORD CLIFDEN will be No. 1,
Lord Strathmore's colt the second ;
And if I place Fantastic next,
You'll find I've rightly reckoned!
A PROPHETIC VISION.
I see a vett and motley crew,
As e'er together came;
The sea of hats which meets my view
Doth " Derby Day" proclaim.
Then comes the final shout and whoop!
'Tis done ! The winner's in I
BLEE MANTLE, With his azure hoop—
I thought that he would win I

(From Bell's Life.)

, .
As regards 'our verdict for the race, we approach the
record of it with a great deal of hesitation, because we have
not seen the crack since September, and are obliged to take
on credit our particulars:of him. But the Flying Dutchman
was in the same category, and yet was successful. Consi-
dering, therefore, under what trying circumstances Lord
Clifden has kept his place in the market,we are of opinion we
shall not err in giving credence to the ability of the trainer
and the honesty and talent of the jockey of LORD CLIFDEN,
by anticipating our being able to chronicle him the winner
of the Derby on Wednesday.

ORANGE BLOSSOM.

Now, Naylor, rejoice, for alone ye
As victor I'm able to hail,
As, passing the stand, Macaroni
Disposes of King of the Vale,
And wins—no I however abhorrent,
Newmarket must hedge to her boast,
For, brought with a rush like a torrent,
SACO HAROMETER wins on the post!