The Sun.
London, England, 1847-05-18 00:00:00

THE DER:

Nottingham
Bowstring
Bingham
Black Dwarf
Epirote
Planet
*Conyngbam
Retort colt
Red Hart
Questionable
Aliwal
The Admiral
Chainbearer
Clarendon
Limestone
Dromedary
Monteensier
*Van Tromp
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May 18.

SIR,—As it is the custom now among certain wise men
(not of the east, but the turf) to imitate Lord Byron by
putting their inspirations into rhyme, I have sent the follow-
ing prophetic dream "done into verse" for your approval
and that of your readers, on the all-absorbing subject of the
coming Derby :
The bell-has rung; all to the post do hie,
To view the horses and pronounce their judgment;
Which done, they range them in a row,
Preparing for the start.
The course is cleared,
The horses paw the ground ;
Hardly the second bell is heard
Amid the din around.
"They're off ! They're off l" is heard from every mouth,
Though all join in, yet still 'tis not the truth ;
The start is false, and at the post again they muster,
Once more the signal's given—They're off! and in a cluster.
As to make dust fly, like hailstones on a stormy day,
Bingham takes the lead, and at a fearful pace makes play.
Cossack closely follows, and soon in front he shows,
But suddenly recedes, as if affected with the slows.
Bingham resumes the lead, War Eagle in his wake;
Oxonian now appears, running for Old Port to make.
The hill's ascended ; Bingham's still ahead :
Planet advances, and with long stride the lead
He takes. With Cossack and Van Tromp the Corner's neared ;
Here Epirote his horses head, and thAn the Corner's cleared.
The Dutchman, with Conyngham and Red Hart follows,
The Liberator's next, who after Conciliation halloas.
Old Port, Mathematician, and Glentilt bring up the rear,
With Montpensier, Halo, and IJI3 sses very near.
Bingham, War Eagle, Epirote, here give up ;
Mr. Martin with Mr. Mostyn goes to sup.
Oxonian's mission now performed, he back retires;
Old Port's hard held; and Planet to the lead aspires.
The Road is pass'd : Planet now leads the van ;
The race is left to eight—Planet, Mathematician,
Conyngham, Glentilt, Old Port, Van Tromp,
Cossack and Red Hart—all in a lump.
In twelve more strides the Stand is reached;
All eyes are strained, all necks are stretched.
Now comes the struggle, and three in turn do lead—.
Now Old Port wins ; now Conynghatn ; but Planet shows
ahead.
The Derby's o'er—the vision's past—the race is won—
Mr. Clark the palm awards to Beeswing's only son,
And the monstrous CONYNGHAM the Planet has outshone.
I am, Sir, yours, &c.

May 17.

MORPHEUS,

PROPHECY FOR THE DERBY, 1847.

Well, the Derby is near ; l'm again at my post,
Regardless of what may be won or be lost,
To pick out from the list which the Derby will win,
And back him yen may, but not through thick and thin;
Because I at times have put the thing right,
On the present occasion may be in a plight;
And the Prophet who oft told the nags that would win
May now be quite out instead of quite in.
Having named the Two first for this subject last year,
I also pursed through with the MENDICANT mare.
No other I named, I saw nought in the race,
With the stout BEGGAR GIRL, that could long live the pace
SIR TATTON, THE BARON, and wonderful FOIGII.
For the Leger I, luckily, pulled from my bag.
But, now for the nags, let us see what they are,
And look 'em well round, and their merits compare ;
VAN Titomr, if he be in his two-year old form.
Will yet show hie thanes anything but forlorn ;
It UONYNGIIAM'S able the distance to stay,
Like stout ForGif-A-BALLoo.w. may still clear the way,
WANOTA will benefit all but his friends,
And I fancy will be with the odds and the ends.
JOHN Scorr, not improving his very bad luck,
I imagine will be but amongst theßlerneakthem ruck.
Ma. MARTIN will prove whether
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Is best to be trusted for this Great Event.
The stable at Goodwood is powerful, strong,
But the PLANET will find the distance too long.
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Mr. Martin's-beentnade a very great pot,
But he's ilia the balt-Of the Mostyn great Lot;
The running at: Chester may have been very well,
But at Epsom Vie 4ourse will a different tale tell.
The Mrrommt. GROVE nags, tho' deprived of the Sage,
Are a dangerous Lot a war with to wage.
The RED HART steers steadily over the Hill,
The stout blood of Venison his arteries fill;
And tho' against the Dons he may not win the race,
At the finish he'll be in a capital place.
MONYPENSIER may run pretty smartly and stout,
And OXONIAN, I own, I know nothing about.
LORD RUSSELL'S a sportsman, his nag he will bring,
But he'll find that his NOTTINGHAM is not a STING.
BOWSTRING may run the Great Stable to please,
But while running is backers are ill at their ease.
AIERMILLO, observe, is corning meanwhile
On the strength of his run o'er the PitosigtEnous mile;
But he is no Phosperous, so I opine,
And must not expect in the Derby to shine.
The martial WAR EAGLE I cannot trust,
His highly raised banner will trail in the dust.
For the COSSACK has beat him, and will beat him still;
The WAR EAGLE'S too soft to get over the Hill.
If MATHEMATICIAN Comes well to the post,
There'll be grumbling enough 'bout the money that's lost;
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And not stop at the Hill, the tale he inafl-11,
There are five that first pass Mr. Clark's chair,
'Tis Planet, Day's two, Tromp and Red Hart that's thee.
If any one 'wishes his fancy to back,
He must lay out his tin on the Chestnut CoaSACE.
Folks have many fancies, but I have but one,
The winner! he comes from the banks of the Don.
Bicester, May 15, 1847. ESAU.