The Sun.
London, England, 1862-06-11 00:00:00

THE RACE FOR THE DERBY.

(Prom the Saturday &view).
It is curious to remark that the calculations which guide
the betting on this great race are almost always justified
by the result to a Very considerable extents but not entirely.
After all, if bets are to be Made, the safest way to make them
is to observe and compare the public running of the horses.
But neither this nor any other method can attain certainty.
There is always something turning up which has not been,
and perhaps could not be foreseen, and thus the whole bet-
ting scheme gets disarranged, Thus, in looking forward to
last week's great event, it was concluded with something
like confidence that the Marquis could beat again the horses
which he had beaten at Newmarket, and • with less confi-
dence, although not unreasonably, that he could beat Buck-
stone. Now,these conclusions werejustified to the very letter,
but then it happened that there existed among the more ob.
scare competitors for the prize a horse of undeveloped power
called Caraetacus, who managed to beat the horses that had
been theoretically or practically demonstrated to be able to
beat all the rest. It was just the same last autumn in the
St. Leger. It had been said before that race that Kettle-
drum could beat all his known competitors, and he was
backed accordingly. He did beat them all, but he met an
unknown competitor whom he could not boat, and thus his
backers lost their money. The wonder is, not that the cal-
culations of the turf fail, but rather that they succeed. A neck,
or even a length, seems a very small difference upon a race
of a mile or two, and yet it suffices to mark a superiority in
the winning over the losing horse, slight, indeed, but gene-
rally adequate as a guide to the probabilities of future con-
tests.

Before entering 071 any description either of the compe.

titors or of the race, it is really a matter of duty to say a
word on an annoyance which disturbs the view of it. The
Grand Stand at Epsom is a positive disgrace to the pro-
prietore who own and to the public which is content to oc-
cupy it. The access to the roof is by two narrow dark
staircases, up which people struggle, squeeze, and almost
choke. All round the mouths of these obscure conduit-
pipes the roof gets packed as closely as it can be, while to-
wards the top and sides everybody is sitting comfortably,
and the ladies with duly extended robes. There Is no
power to compel a more equitable distribution of the space,
and although it is known or suspected that there is
plenty of sitting dr at least standing room still vavant, it be-
comes impossible, nearly so, to struggle through the dense
masses amid which the new-comers are disgorged from out
of the thronged and stifling passages. The accommodation
is inadequate, and it is managed as badly as it can be. The
more the railway and other facilities for reaching Epsom
are improved the more monstrous and intolerable becomes
this nuisance of the stand. The revenue derived from the
stand must be enormous, and might be considerably in-
creased if the getting and keeping a place upon it were
made less of a severe physical effort than it is. No doubt
those who come early are not disturbed, but it is impossible
for everybody to be first. Those who may have had busi-
ness elsewhere, but have paid for and struggled into places,
have a right to complain if a fresh onslaught is made from
the staircases upon their position at the very moment when
attention is absorbed in the horses which are cantering
down the course.
The state of the Grand Stand being such as to extort
from us the above protest, it may be conceived that the race
would be viewed from it under
.afflicting and distracting
circumstances. But before the race begins, let us take
our ease and make our observations in the paddock, which,
after all, is the most satisfactory place for those who go to
Epsom to see hones. On entering this repertory of equine
loveliness, the first horse that attracted our attention was
Neptunus, who, if beauty alone eould win a race, would
certainly not have lost the Derby. Nor was beauty his only
ground of claim to public confidence. His two-year-old
performances had been very good, and included a dead heat
with the redoubtdd Marquis. His perfect condition, glossy
dark-brown coat, light springy tread, and beautifully set •
on head and neck, made him a perfect picture of a racehorse,
but unfortunately rather in miniature. "Do you like him
better than Marquis ?" asked a bystander of a veteran racing
man. " Yes, for a park hack, but not to win the Derby,"
was the reply. The next to come under our observation
was Lord Stamford's Ensign. This was a tall handsome

horse,
.light and weedy. Speed he no doubt has ; but the
Derby course is too severe for one of his build. He was sound
however, and in excellent condition ; and it seemed the
general opinion that ha would beat more than beat him. A
general rush to the other side of the paddock took place on
the entraiee of John Scott's lot. There they were—five
beauties, each surrounded by an admiring crowd. To look
at them, it seemed likely that even if the Marquis should
not win, the chances of the Whitewall stable would not be
bad. Ace of Clubs, a strong chestnut with a white face,
and a look of sedateness and wisdom beyond his years,
led the way. Then came the Marquis, accompanied by
his particular henchman, James Perren, who openly ex-
pressed his confidence in the favourite's success. The
Marquis wore, as at Newmarket, blinkers and a sort of
hood, and his condition was as perfect, and his temper as
serene, as when he carried off the Two Thousand Guineas.
There followed close behind him Welcome, Malek, and

Vanguard. Why none of these horses were uneasy or frac-
tious, or had a superfluous ounce of flesh upon them, or ap-
peared too fine drawn or overworked, is a secret of the
Whitewall stable. Unwillingly turning our eyes away from
these five northern miracles, we looked at Sir Joseph Haw-
ley's pair, Argonaut and St. Alexis. It was impossible not
to call to mind the last Great Exhibition year, when, on
nearly the same spot, we saw Teddington and The Ban under
the same cherry colour and black, prepared for the great
race and secure of victory. This year, however, the case
was different, for neither of these horses seemed properly
prepared. Argonaut, it must be owned, is a splendid
horse, but as Wells adjusted his saddle he kept up an un-
dignified whinnying and prancing, as if he did not rightly
appreciate the importance of the coming struggle. The
ineffaceable marks of the firing-irons on his legs showed
also that his youth had nat been altogether joyous. As
Lord Uxbridge had withdrawn Laughing Stock from the

race, St. Alexis had the advantage of beinl- guided by
Rogers. But no jockey can win a race all by himself,
although they frequently contrive to lose them. We
thought, as we turned away from them, that the Marquis
had little to fear in that quarter, although it was reported
that Sir Joseph Hawley, who always knows what he is
about, had backed Argonaut for a large sum. Baron
Rothschild, being disappointed in Wingrave, who failed
utterly at Newmarket, now brought out Norroy, not
gaining much by the change. The horse, however,
made himself conspicuous by refusing to canter, and
showing an inclination to get into the Grand Stand
and watch the race from thence. Buckstone -seemed
to us to deserve all the praise that had been bestowed
upon him, for he looked a Derby horse all over. He was
preceded into the course by the Knave, whom we thought
most appropriately named. He is a ewe-necked, ragged-
looking little horse, but with good substance, and excellent
quarters. As he was never intended to win the race, but only
to make running for Buckstone, it may be supposed he did all
that was required of him, for he would get off well and
quickly, where a large horse like Buckstone might find consi-
derable difficulty in making a start among a numerous field
of horses. We were not so discerning or so lucky as to recog-
nise the merits of Caractacus in the paddock, although
afterwards his cantering struck our fancy, and caused us to
note him as a horse to bo looked after when the struggle
came. As his owner, trainer, and jockey were all equally
obscure, he received in the paddock much the same sort of
treatment as undiscovered merit does elsewhere in the
world. There were two other horses which we did particu-
larly observe, and we did so for the purpose of inquiring
why such crippled brutes were started for this great race.
Neither Gemse nor Maharajah could walk, and they did not
look as if they could gallop. It is too bad, considering
the difficulty of starting a large field, takencumber the
ground with animals which would be more in their places
in a knacker's yard.

Compared with noisy hill and Babel-like Grand Stand,
the paddock is a quiet, pleasant spot. Not that there is
any lack of anxiety or excitement within that enclosure;
but the majority of those who enter it come on business,
and use their eyes rather than their mouths. In the pad-
dock, backers of horses made up their minds at the last
moment whether or not to hedge their money, and owners
and trainers give their last secret orders to the jocskoeyes:
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And now the horses have left the paddock and are taking
their canters past the stand. The Marquis goes beautifully
and looks the fiery perfection of a racehorse. Buckstone,
too, is admirable, and Caractacus compels us to take notice
to whom the light blue jacket and white cap belong. Argo-
naut will not do at all, although Wells sits him faultlessly.
After the Marquis has gone up the course there is some de-
lay in his return, and we begin to fear an outbreak of his
dreaded temper. But soon he comes swiftly and smoothly
over the turf, accompanied by the steady•going Ace of
Clubs, whose example may have a pacifying effect. The
34 horses enter once more into the paddock, and soon
emerge on the other side and take their places for the first
effort at a start. This cffort has to be five times repeated
before the horses can be got off, and even then two or
three are left behind, As soon as the hiU is mounted, the

LONDON : Printed and Published by JOHN CHAPLIN,
of No. 112, Strand, Printer, at TILE SUN Office No. 112,
Strand, in the Precinct of the Savoy, in the County
Middlesex,—Wednesday, June 11, 1862,