The Sun.
London, England, 1862-09-20 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONDON, SATURDAY EVENING, SEPTEMBER 20, 1862.

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

ACCEPTANCES FOR THE CESAREWITCH.
OCTOBER 14.
The following list of Acceptances for the Cesarewitch is
now complete :

Age st lb
Stampede .. 5 9 4
Wallace .. .. 5 9 4
Asteroid .. .. 4 9 3
Rapparee .. 4 8 12
Audrey .. .. 6 8 10
King of Diamonds 5 8 8
Optimist .. .. 5 8 7
Bellman .. 4 8 4
King of Kent .. 4 S 4
Knutsford .. 4 8 3
Ebony .. .. 5 8 2
Rising Sun .. 5 8 2
Dulcibella .. 5 8 0
Umpire .. .. 5 7 121
Aurelian .. .. 4 7 10
Faultless .. .. 5 7 9
Doefoot .. 4 7 8
Waterwitch .. 4 7 7
Stradella 3 7 7
Exchequer.. • . 3 7 7
Chere Amie .. 5 7 7
Millionaire .. 5 7 5
Corona .. .. 5 7 5
Boabdil .. 4 7 4
Flirtation .. .. 4 7 3
Doncaster .. 5 7 3
Loiterer .. .. 5 7 2
Feu de Joie .. 3 7 2
Warminster .. 3 7 2
Wingrave .. 3 7 1
Coronet .. .. 5 7 0
Alerte .. 3 7 0
Brown Stout .. 4 7 0
Conqueror.. .. 4 7 0
Guiding Star .. 4 7 0
East Langton .. a 7 0
Henham Lass .. 4 6 13
Amy .. .. 4 6 13
Moorhen .. .. 5 6 13
Anonyma .. 3 6 13
Evenhand .. 4 6 11
Queen of Spain .. 3 6 11
Schism .. .. 6 6 10
Captain Crow .. 3 6 9
St. Alexis .. 3 6 8
Weatherden • . 3 6 7
Catch 'em Alive .. 3 6 7
Conundrum .. 4 6 7

Age at lb
Physician .. a 6 7
Yorkminster .. 4 6 7
Sappho .. .. 36 6
Squire Percy .. 46 6
Humphrey .. 3 6 6
Stanton .. 4 6 6
Balham .. 4 6 6
Shropshire (h b) 4 6 5
Patrick .. .. 3 6 5
Myrtle .. .. 4 6 4
Apethorpe .. 3 6 4
Bathilde .. 4 6 4
Magnum Bonum.. 3 6 2
Portland .. .. 5 6 2
My Mary 3 6 0
Surrey .. .. 3 6 0
Balder .. .. 3 6 0
Promotion .. 4 6 0
Bedouin .. .. 3 6 0
Town Councillor... 3 6 0
Attaman .. 3 6 0
Watchman .. 3 6 0
Manrico 3 5 13
Fanscombe .. 5 5 13
Phemy colt .. 3 5 12
Polynesia .. 3 5 12
Lady Evelyn colt.. 3 5 12
Silkstone 3 5 10
Fannie colt .. 3 5 10
Hartington .. 3 5 10
St. Lawrence .. 3 5 9
Wombat .. 4 5 9
May Gosling .. 4 5 9
Earl of Surrey .. 3 5 8
Tipperary Girl .. 3 5 8
Alchymist .. 3 6 8
Begonia .. .. 45 8
Physalis colt .. 3 5 8
Babette filly .. 3 5 8
Grace Darling (h.b) 3 5 7
Bryn Gwyn .. 3 5 7
Venerator .. 3 5 7
Cowboy .. 3 5 7
Walpole .. 3 5 7
Highflyer .. 4 5 7
Drumstick .. 3 5 7
Amalthea .. 3 5 7

DONCASTER RACES.--FRIDAY.

The Cup-day was almost as productive of interest among
the masses from all parts of the country as ,had been that
of the Great St. Leger. The crowd began to assemble,
under a bright sunshine, soon after breakfast, and by mid-
day the stands were, for a second time in one week, filled
nearly to repletion. The Cup, the chief item in the pro-
gramme, was displayed in the saloon, and is really a hand-
some ornament, reflecting credit on both modeller and
manufacturer; it represents Queen Boadicea, in her chariot,
haranguing the Ancient Britons, and stands 26 inches in
height. It was supplied by London and Ryder, of Bond-
street, who will deliver it to Lord W. Powlett on its return
from Doncaster. The race for it created an immense
amount of interest from the meeting of Backstone, who
lost the St. Leger by a head only, with the famed grandson
of Van Tromp, who has won the Chester Cup and her
Majesty's Vase at Ascot. Tim Whiffler, as will be read in
our account of the race, won it in most gallant style, and
proved himself one of the best horses England has of late
years produced. The day's sport was excellent, time
punctually observed, and the best meeting ever known at
Doncaster, concluded at five o'clock.

Match, 500 sovs, li ft; Bst 71b each. Red-house in.
Lord Glasgow's Clarion, 2 yrs (Aldcroft) 1
Lord Derby's Hightown, 2 yrs . . (Fordham) 2
Betting-3 to lon Clarion, who made all the running,
and won by four lengths.

The Doncaster S.akes of 10 sous each, with 100 added, for
3-yr-olds ; colts, Bst 7113; fillies, Bst 3113; the second re-
ceived 50 sovs out of the stakes. Last 11 miles.
Lord Chesterfield's Polynesia, Bst 3113 .. (Custance) 1
Mr. H. Savile's Buckenham, Bst 71b ... .... (Aldcroft) 2
Mr. T. Dawson's Town Councillor, Bst 7113.... (Bullock) 3
Lord Zetland's Piccador, Bst 71b.. 4.......... (Edwards) 4
Sir J. Hawley's Argonaut, Bst 7113 ............ (Wells) 5
Betting-7 to 4on Argonaut, 4to 1 agst Buckenham, 6
to 1 agst Town Councillor.
The favourite' made the running, followed by Town
Councillor and Polynesia, to the woodside, where the latter
took second place, and came in on waiting upon Argonaut
to the distance, where the favourite was in difficulties and
shortly afterwards retired. The lead was then taken by
Polynesia, who, with Buckenham and Town Councillor in
close attendance, finished the race home, Lord Chesterfield's
filly winning easily by half a length. There was a length
between the second and third ; Piccador was a bad fourth,
and Argonaut beaten off.
Match, 200 sous, h ft, Bst 71b each. T.Y.C.
Lord Westmoreland's Oakapple, 2 yrs .. (J. Goater) 1
Mr. Bruce's Trojanus, 2 yrs (Fordham) 2
Betting-5 to 2on Oakapple, who made all the running,
and won by three-quarters of a length.
_ _ _

The Don Stakes of 50 sovs each, h ft, for 3-yr-olds ; colts,
Bst 101 b ; fillies, Bst 7th. Last mile. 13 subs.

Baran Rothschild's Wingrave
Mr. Gordon's Johnny Armstrong (Alderoft) 2
Betting-2 to lon Wingrave, who made the running,
throughout, and won, after a fine race, by a head.
A Sweepstakes of 200 soya each, h ft, for 3-yr-olds ; colts,
Bst 71b; fillies, Bst 21b; the second saved his stake. St.
Leger Course. Six subs.
Sir J. Hawley's Argonaut (Wells) 1
Lord Glasgow's Barbatus colt (Aldcroft) 2
Lord Stamford's Citadel
Betting-7 to 4on Argonaut, 3to 1 agst the Barbatus
colt, and 7 to 1 agst Citadel.

The favourite cut out the work, followed by the Barbatus
colt and Citadel, was never approached, and won in a canter
by six lengths ; Citadel beaten off.

The Park-hill Stakes of 50 sous each, h ft, for 3-yr-old
fillies, Bst 101 b each; the second received 100 soya out of
the stakes. St. Leger Course. 28 subs.
Col. Towneley's Imperatrice
Mr. T. Valentine's Hurricane (J. Goater) 2
Lord Glasgow's Maid of Masham filly (Aldcroft) 3
Lord Stamford's Bertha (Edwards) 4
The following also ran :—Polynesia, Babette filly, anti
Leonora.

Betting-5 to 2 agst Hurricane, sto 1 agst Leonora, 6to
1 agst
Imperatrice, and 7 to 1 agst Polynesia (with whom
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and shortly afterwards headed Hurricane, who was closely
followed by Imperatrice, Polynesia, aid Leonora. The lot
ran in close order to the Red House turn, whore the Ba-
bette filly was beaten, and the lead was at onto taken by
Hurricane, who was joined at the distance by Imperatrice,
and the Maid of Masham filly. The three ran a splendid
race home, Imperatrice, who headed the favourite at the
stand, winning by a head ; the same between second and
third ; Bertha was a bad fourth, and the others were
beaten off.

The Doncaster Cup, value 300 sovs, for 3-yr-olds and up-
wards; weight fer age, with winning penalties and
maiden allowances. Cup course, about 2 miles 5
furlongs.

Lord W. Powlett's Tim Whiffier,3 yrs,7st 71b (in. 51b ex.)
(Bullock)
Mr. Merry's Buckstone, 3 yrs, 7st 31b (in. 31b extra;
(Edwsrd
Lord St. Vincent's Zetland, 3 yrs, 7st 31b (in. 31b extra:

) 3
Baron Rothsehild's Gorse, 3 yrs, 6st lllb (car. 6sthalloner 121 b)
Mr. Boyce's Carisbrook, 3 yrs, 7st
(Mid gley) 5
Mr. G. W. Fitzwilliam's Wallace,s yrs,tdst 21b(Fordham) 6
Mr. G. W. Morris's Brahmin, 3 yrs, 7st (Whiteley) 7
Betting-6 to 4on Tim Whiffler, 4to 1 agst Wallace, 5
to 1 agst Buckstone, 10 to 1 agst Zetland, and 100 to 7 agst
Carisbrook.

Caller Ou was struck out at 11 10 this morning:
Tim Whiffler slipped his horses immediately the flag
was lowered, and came on with a long lead, Carisbrook
lying second, Buckstone third, with Wallace and Zetland
next, side by side, and the other two following some dis-
tance in their rear. No material change took place
until they passed the rifle butts, where Bullock indulged
his horse with a pull, which enabled his followers to get
upon better terms with him. On their fairly entering the
straight Carisbrook drooped back, and Zetland, in com-
pany with Buckstone and Wallace, came on in attendance
upon Tim Whiffler to the half distance, where Wallace was
disposed of, and Buckstone, coming with a rush, headed
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Zetland; he was not able, however, to reach Tim Whiffler,
who won easily by a length ; Zetland was a bad third, and
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Mr. Jaques's Entremet, 3eKtfd3,e Est 21b ...... (Whiteley) 1
Captain Christie's Lady
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Mr. Bell's Pupil, 3 yrs,
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The following also ran :--Eastern Princess, Astarte,
Lady Alicellawthorn and Despair.
Betting-6 to 4 agst LadyClifden, 4to 1 agst Pupil,
100 to 15 agst Pilot, 9 to 1 agst Keane, and 12 to 1 agst
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Entremet.
An excellent start, the lot running in a cluster to the
bend, where Lady Clifden, in company with Keane, Pupil,
Entremet, and Eastern Princess camtheisout,.and went
on
with the running to the distance. At
heldpoint Lady Clif-
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sixth, and Titmouse next ; the last three being Pilot, Acco,
and Fairy Ring.
The Nursery Plate of 200 sovs, for two•year-olds. Last

mile.
Mr. Fleming's Harvest Moon 7st ..(Daley) 1
Lord Stanford's Barchettina,,Bst 31b (Edwards) t
Lord Westmoreland's Oakapple, 7st 21b (Drew) t
Mr. Henry's Laura, Bst . (Fordham) 4
The following also ran :—Declaration, Birdlime, Paddy
O'Rourke, Trump Queen, Odine, Picco, Mountain Maid
filly, Jet colt, and Novara.
Betting-5 to 2 agst Mountain Maid and Odine, Bto 1
agst Novara, 10 to 1 each agst Laura, Declaration, and
Oakapple, and 100 to 8 agst Barchettina.
Harvest Moon led to the Red House, where Mountain
Maid took up the running, and carried it on to the bend,
Laura, Odine, and the Jet colt following next. Harvest
Moon then again went to the front, and won easily by a
length, and Barchettina and Oakapple ran a dead heat for
second ; Laura, a length in their rear, was fourth, Odine
and the Jet colt fifth and sixth, and Mountain Maid next,
The Scurry Selling Stakes of 5 soya each, with 50 added,
for 2-yr-olds and upwards ; weight for age, with optional
selling allowances. Red House in.
Mr. Saxon's Wave, 3 yrs, 7st 71b, 50 sous (H.Grimshaw) 1
Mr. Chilton's Picco, 2 yrs, Est, 50 sovsq....(Wheatley) 2
Betting-6 to 4on Picco, who led to the stand, where
Wave came to the front and won by a length.
There was no bid for the winner.

SPEECH OF VICTOR HUGO AT

.BRUSSELS.

The following is a translation of the speech deli-
vered by Victor Hugo at the dinner recently given
in his honour at Brussels
" Gentlemen,—My emotion cannot be expressed.
You will be indulgent if words fail me. If I had
only to reply to the honourable chief magistrate of
Brussels my task would be easy ; I would only have
to repeat, in order to praise a magistrate who is so
popular, and a city which is so nobly hospitable,
what is in all your minds. I need only be an echo.
But how can I thank the other eloquent and cordial
voices which have spoken of me ? By the side of
those great publishers to whom we owe the fruitful
idea of a universal publishing-house—a kind of pre-
paratory bond between nations, I see journalists,
philosophers, eminent writers, the honour of litera-
ture, the honour of the civilised Continent. I am
troubled and confused at finding myself the centre
of such a fete of intellect, and at seeing so much
honour reflected upon me, who am but a conscience
accepting a duty—a heart resigned to sacrifice.
How can I thank you ? How shake hands with
you altogether ? The means are simple. What do
you all—writers, journalists, publishers, printers,
publicists, thinkers—represent ? All the energy
of intelligence, all the forms of publicity, you
are mind—Legion—you are the new organ
of a new society you are the press. I
propose a toast to the press—to the press of all na-
tions—to a free press—to a press powerful, glorious,
and fertile. Gentlemen, the press is the light of
the social world, and wherever there is light there
is something of Providence. Thought is something
more than a right—it is the very breath of man.
He who fetters thought strikes at man himself. To
speak, to write, to print, to publish, are in point of
right identical things. They are circles constantly
enlarging themselves from intelligence into action.
They are the sounding waves of thought. Of all
these circles—of all these rays of the human mind
—the widest is the press. The diameter of the
press is the diameter of civilisation itself. With
every diminution of the liberty of the press there is
a corresponding diminution of civilisation. When
the free press is checked we may say that the nu-
trition of the human family is withheld. Gentle-
men, the mission of our time is to change the old
bases of society, to create true order, and to substi-
tute everywhere realities for fictions. During the
transition of social bases, which is the colossal work
of our time, nothing can resist the press, applying
its power of traction to catholicism, to militaryism,
to absolutism, to the dense blocks of facts and ideas.
The press is force. Why ? Because it is intelli-
ligence. It is the living clarion; it sounds the
rertille of nations; it loudly announces the advent
of justice; it holds no account of night, except to
salute the dawn ; it becomes day and warms the
world. Sometimes, however, strange occurrence
it is it that gets warnings. This is like the owl
reprimanding the crow of the cock. Yes, in certain
countries the press is oppressed. Is it a slave ?
No, an enslaved press is an impossible junction of
words. Besides there are two modes of being
enslaved—that of Spartacus and that of Epic-
tetus. The one breaks his chains ; the other
shows his soul. When the fettered writer
cannot have recourse to the first method,
the second remains for him. No; let despots do
what they will ; I call those free men who hear me
to witness—and you, M. Pelletan, have recently
said so in admirable language, and, moreover, you
and many others have proved it by generous exam-
ple—there is no slavery for the mind. Gentlemen,
in the age in which we live there is no salvation
without liberty of the press, but, on the contrary,
misdirection, shipwreck, disaster everywhere.
There are certain questions which are the questions
of the ago, which are before us, and are inevitable.
There is no medium—we must break upon them or
take refuge in them. Society is irresistibly sailing
on this stream. These questions are the subject of
the painful book of which such splendid mention
has been made just now. Pauperism, parasitism,
the production and distribution of wealth, money,
credit, labour, wages, the extinction of proletarian-
ism, the progressive decrease of punishments,
wretchedness, prostitution, the right of women, who
constitute half the human race, the right of a child
who demands—l say demands—gratuitous and com-
pulsory education, the right of soul, which implies
religious liberty—these are the problems. With a
free press they have light thrown upon them ; they
are practicable ; we see the precipices about them,
and the issues from them; we may attack them and
solve them. Attacked and solved they will save the
world. Without the press there is profound dark-
ness. All these problems become immediately for-
midable. We can only distinguish sharp outlines ;
we may fail of finding the entrance and society may
founder. Quench the pharos and the port becomes
a rock. Gentlemen, with a free press error is not
possible; there is no vacillation, no groping about in
the progress of man. In the midst of social problems,
of the dark cross-paths, the press is the indicating
finger. There is no uncertainty. Advance to the ideal,
to justice and to truth; for it is not enough to
walk, you must walk forward. How are you going ?
That is the whole question. To counterfeit move-
ment is not to accomplish progress. To make a
footprint without advancing may do for passive
obedience—to walk about for ever in the path is
but a mechanical movement, unworthy of man: let
us have an aim—let us know where we are going—
let us proportion the effort to the result—let an idea
guide us in each step we take—let every step be
logically connected with the other—let the solution
come after the idea, and let the victory come after
the right. Never step backwards. Indecision in
movement shows emptiness of the brain. What is
more wretched than to wish and not to wish? He
who hesitates, falls back, and totters, does not think.
As for mc, I can no more admit politics without a
head than I can Italy without Rome. Since I have
pronounced the word Rome, let me interrupt my
thought for a moment and direct it to that hero
who is lying down on his bed of pain. Indeed he
may smile ; glory and right are with him. What
strikes one down—what crushes one—is that there
can be found in Italy—in that noble and illustrious
Italy—men who draw their swords against this
virtue. Do these Italians, then, no longer recog-
nise a Roman ? These men call themselves men of
Italy ; they shout out that it is victorious, and do
not perceive that it is decapitated. Ah this is a
sad misadventure, and history will start back in-
dignant before this hideous
victory, which consists
in killing Garibaldi in order that Italians may not
have Rome. Gentlemen, who are the auxiliaries of
the patriot ? The press. What is the terror t, f the
coward and the traitor ?
press. I know it ;
the press is hated; and this is a great reason for

loving it. Every indignity, every persecution,
every fanaticism, denounces, insults, and wounds
it as far as they can. I recollect a celebrated en-
cyclical, some remarkable words of which have
remained on my memory. In this encyclical a
Pope, onr contemporary Gregory XVI., the enemy
of his age, which is somewhat the misfortune of
popes—and having ever present in his mind the old
dragon and beast of the Apocalypse, thus described
the press in his monkish and barbarous Latin, oda
ignea, caligo, impetus immanis cum strepitu horrendo
(a fiery throat, darkness, a fierce rush with a horrid
noise). I dispute nothing of the description. The
portrait is striking. A mouth of fire, smoke, pro-
digious rapidity, formidable noise. Just so. It is
a locomotive which is passing—it is the press, the
mighty and holy locomotive of progress. Where is
it going ? Whereis it dragging civilisation? Where
is this powerful pilot-engine carrying nations ? The
tunnel is long, obscure, and terrible; for we may
say that humanity is yet underground, so much
envelopes and crushes it, so many superstitions,
prejudices, and tyrannies form a thick vault around
it, and so much darkness is above it. Alas ! since
man's birth the whole of history has been subter-
ranean. We see nowhere the divine ray ; but in
the nineteenth century, after the French revolution,
there is hope, there is certainty. Yonder, far in a
distance, a luminous point appears. It increases ;
it increases every moment ; it is the future ; it is
realisation; it is the end of woe, the dawn of joy;
it is Canaan, the future land where we shall only
have around us brethren and above us Heaven.
Strength to the sacred locomotive ! Courage to
thought; courage to science; courage to philoso-
phy. Courage to the press ! courage to all of you
writers ! The hour is drawing nigh when men,
delivered at last from this dismal tunnel of 6,000
years, will suddenly burst forth in all its dazzling
brightness. Gentlemen, one word more, and
let me make it, with your kind indulgence, a per-
sonal one. To be in your midst is a happiness.
I thank God, who has given me in my hard life
this charming moment. To-morrow I shall
enter into the shade ; but I have seen you, I have
spoken to you, I have heard you, I have shaken
your hands—all this I carry with me into my
solitude. You my friends of France, and you my
other friends who are here, will feel it quite natural
that I should address my last words to you.
Eleven years ago you saw almost a young man de-
part ; you find an old man. The hair is changed
but not the heart. I thank you for having remem-
bered me absent. I thank you for having come
here. Accept—and you also younger men whose
names were dear to me at a distance, and whom I
now see for the first time—accept my deep feelings
of emotion. It seems as though amongst you I
breathe something of my native air ; as though
each of you brings me a little of France ; as though
from all who are grouped around me there shone
something charming and soft like light which re-
sembles the smile of one's country. I drink to the
press, to its power, to its glory, to its efficiency, to
its liberty:in Belgium, in Germany, in Switzerland,
inltaly, in Spain, in England, in America, and to
its
eman emancipation elsewhere."