The Sun.
London, England, 1862-10-30 00:00:00

THE GRAND RACES AT BADEN BADEN.

On entering the course the beauty of the scene
and the utter absence of noise or crowd cannot fail
to impress the Englishman most favourab'y. The
flat on which the stands have been built, and the
course formed, is most beautifully situated between ,
fine woods of great extent on the one side, and
lovely hills crowned with foliage and sloping away
gradually into the distant mountains of the Black
Forest, Here and there nestling between them lie,
partially disclosed, towns or villages overhung by
the ruined chateaux of a now civilised aristocracy.
The course itself is excellently kept, every new
arrangement that can give beauty and effect to the
whole has been adopted. No police seemed neces-
sary to keep the people, who lined either side of
the course, from the minutest transgression. As
that admirable horseman, Mr. Mackenzie Grieves
(who had come from Paris to preside), cantered
down the course on a well-bitted chestnut horse, it
was evident that the sports would be marred by
no unruly jockeys. Even the conventional dog did
not put in an appearance. All was as it should be.
Here and there rode a body of cavalry officers in
uniform. On this side was a Prussian, on that an
Austrian, wheeling a young impatient Arab through
the manifold exercises of the manege. On the bank,
facing the grand stand, in silent expectation of the
coming sport, sat a body of mounted cavalry.
Within the enclosure the racehorses were being led
about, and the jockeys themselves—English boys,
with the well-known English names of Flatman,
Pratt, Bottom, and Kitchener —had the air of
simple mortals, like you or me. The stands were
filled moderately with well-dressed persons of both
sexes; and on the lawn in front, and beneath the
flowering shrubs and luxuriant creepers of the
balcony, in every variety of charming summer
toilette, were seated crowds of pretty women. Be-
tween the races military bands played the exquisite
music of Rossini and Mozart. The whole wore an
air of enchantment. For the first time in my life
I enjoyed a race without a single alloy. The Derby
has its host of London pleasure-seekers, a motley
crowd of confusion and intemperance; the St. Leger
its Yorkshire Tyke, with his broad dialect and
narrow prejudices. Baden has neither the one nor
the other. It is a small Glodwood, without the
necessary disadvantages of every English course.
In one thing alone we beat them—in the surpassing
loveliness of our English women. We cannot have
their climate. The innocence of racing in its in-
tegrity is gone from us for ever ; but the beauty,
the charm, the unconscious loveliness of an English
approach
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