The Sun.
London, England, 1862-05-31 00:00:00

" JEAN OF LEADEN"—BeII'S Life.

Dear Brethren I as the preachers say in sermons,
The great thing in a Derby is to back firm ones—
Marquis and Buekstone ; and (I feel perplexed
Which after these to take) Sir Joseph next I
But MARQUIS, so ends my vaticination,
Shall find me my "rewards of devination I "

" ORANGE BLOSSOM"—BeII's Life.
As, ere reaching the distance, The Marquis compounds,
And a gallant bay steed thro' the thick of the brunt
Bears the golden-hued Russley flag up to the front;
And Zetland's brown vest, as The Marquis falls back,
Hugging closely the rails, follows hard in his track
Side by side they come on,'tis a match'twixt the pair,
'Twixt the grandchildren twain, of the !nighty Voltaire.
No—stop ! for the fielders there still Joy be luck,
For an orange belt comes with a rus-h:froin the ruck,
And Brighton is catching them haiid over band,
'Midst a roar of surprise from the Itifig and, the Stand—
All fruitless his efforts I for, cleanof the fray
Untatended the son of Burlesque ooraes9away. •
No use! Brighton flags, changes legs, he is beat;
The brave scion of Kingston must sound a retreat;
But gamely he still struggles on up the course,
Close to Zetland, for Osborne is "hard" at his horse,
And Middleham sees all her hopes on the wane,
As behind his half brother he labours—in vain!
In vain Johnny's steel gores the flanks of the brown,
And home in a canter comes BUCKSTONE—" hands
I down!"

"P. W ."--Bell's Life.
I'll not keep you longer in suspense,
" Don't make any mistake, sir,"
The shouting it will be immense—

The Epsom Downs will shake, sir.
Now who's to win the trick this year,
I'll tell you in a minute—
THE MARQUIS is the horse for me,
For I know full well he'll win it !
Singing—Bow, wow, wow,
THE MARQUIS for the Derby,

Now, now, now.

" HoRATto "—BelrsLife.
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They are off I—Don't you feel very funky ?
The Ring's noisy clamour is done,
Save a cry of " The field for a monkey 1"
Or, " I'll lay agin any bar one I' "
" The Corner" is rounded, and two
Are so close no one knows which to back :
" I can't see their colours, can you P—
'Tis Neptunus and Stanhope Hawke's ' crack.' "

The jocks are beginning to ride,
Now Ashmall, now Bullock, is first ;
The pace mends at every stride,
And now 'tis a regular burst.
But The Marquis's backers look blue,
And hushed is all vapour and boast ;
The running at Pomfret was true,
Bnt—NEPTUNUS has won " on the post I"

" TOUCTISTONE."—.Era.

THE MARQUIS
STOCK WELL COLT
NEPTUNUS

____ ....,_. _...._
BUCKSTONE

" STABLE Morn."—Era.

But I am too long delaying you from the account of the
interview in the Melton Stable that I spoke of at the be-
ginning of my letter. There were several tip-top swells
present, and the Wizard of the North exhibited the great
Derby crack to them, and explained his points. " I say if
ever I had a Derby horse under my care, that is one," said
he. " What sort of ground, John, will he like best in-
quired one of the swells. " Why, he will like it a trifle
hard, but anything will suit him but mud. If it's mud on
the day, why then of course all our calculations will be
upset, because in that case it will not be which can go
the fastest, but which has got the broadest feet. And lam
afraid," he continued, looking out of the stable door, " that
it looks very like mud for the Derby Day." " But you
think, if it's fine, that he ill be all right ?" inquired one of
the gentlemen. "All right I" replied the Wizard, "give
me the Downs in good racing order, and I will snap my
fingers at everything. When we get to the distance post
he will have disposed of everything except Bucketone. It
will then look like a match between the two, but in the end
we shall knock the Actor over." Such was the opinion of
the Wizard, and, therefore, I go for
THE MARQUIS.

" DERBY ALPHABET." —Era.
Gone amiss, and scratched out now is OW Calabar,
Or first in the lot he'd be counted by far;
So THE MARQUIS shall first as the winner be reckoned,
With Buckstone to finish a very fair second :
For Caterer the third place we boldly assign,
And Neptunus pronounce to be fourth in the line;
On Tringrave we venture for fifth place to fix,
And _Ensign just fills up the number of six.

" MUGGINB DOG."—.Er a..

I can see nothink ter beet ther pare I av spoke ov orl
throw the yur—
ARGONORT AN BUCKSTUN,
an if hees fit an well on thor day, guvnur, av a little on
MALECK.

" NEMO,"—Morning Advertiser.
Although I may stand alone in my selection, which I
think will be the case unless some of my prophetic bre-
thren " eat their own words," let me at once throw out my
representatives in alphabetical order, thus :
ARGONAUT, BUCKSTONE, CATERER,
with no small amount of assurance that I shaly anxill have
ous re-
tained the winner in that trio, and feeling doub
in the present instance for a tepetition of the great success
that has followed up my divinations in all nay
" single"
selections for the great races. Althoughit is perhaps ask-
ing the fickle goddess too much, yet for the last time let me
take my reputation on
BUCKSTONE.

"COUNSELLOR'—Sporting News.
Merely reiterating the opinion I expressed last week, I
will say that my fancy points to
ZETLAND or BIJCKST ONE
as the most likely to carry off the " blue riband" of 1862,
and if they are overthrown, I think Caterer is the
most likely one to effect it.