The Sun.
London, England, 1860-06-11 00:00:00

HAMPTO:

RACES.

The Stand Plate of 60 sovs. (handicap), for all ages. The
winner of any race after the weights appear to carry 51b
extra. Any number of horses the property of the same
owner may run for this plate. Three-quarters of a mile.
Yrs st lb Yrs st lb
Drogheda
Independence
New Brighton
Prelude
Miss Eleanor st4 8.4 The Gift 46 13
Lady Peel .:4 8 2 The Gentle .. 36 13
Flame 4 8 1 Audrey
Chauvin
Volunteer
General Hess .... 3 7 13 Day Spring
Barege . ...- 5 7 12 Harlequin 3 6 6
Chantress e
Juliet
Estella
Infanta
2 4 10
Vulture
Greenwich Fair .. 5 7 9 Rintgbone
Codicil . .... 3 7 7
The Richmond Plate of 50 sovs. (Handicap). for all
ages. The winner of any race after the weights appear to
carry 51b. extra ; any number of horses the property of the
same owner may run for this plate. One mile.
Yrs st Ibl
Independence .... 4 9 5 1
Drogheda
13
Romeo
Prelude
88
12
Miss Eleanor
Gorsehill
Man-at-Arms
Barege
Lady Peel 4 8 0
Flame
Estella
Volunteer 4 7 12
Contention
c bythe Fallow Buck
—Subterfuge

Yrs st lb
Dartmouth
Infanta
Codicil
Pescatore
Volatore
Nana Sahib
Doeskin 4 6 13
Gift
Day Spring
Watersprite
Harlequin ...
c by Surplice—Rose
of Cashmere
Colonel Crockett 2 5 0
Ringbone

Our First ASweetheart.—Widow Hewitt Was
dear, primitive old woman, with only two faults in
the world. The first, and by far the most terrible
in our estimation, was an inveterate prejudice in favour
of camomile tea, and the strength of her prejudice was
only equalled by that of her decoction. Her preserves
were superb, and her apple-pies—her real " apple-pies"
—were something to talk about, putting to the blush the
make-believe fashion of trumpery tarts, where an ounce of
fruit is spread over any quantity or quality of crust, with
prison bars laid across, as if to protect the beggarly thing
from invasion ; her cake was equal to her pie, and her home-
made wines were equal to her cake. Somehow we soon got
on such terms with the old lady, that we had the run of a
certain corner cupboard, and revelled in raspberry-jam,
greengage, marmalade, and sparkling gooseberry; but
alas! there was a " bubbly-jock" to our gastric felicity in the
form of that horrid camomile tea, which the dear old lady
insisted on administering, in the full dose of half a pint, to
every luckless being within reach of her prescription. No
matter what was the ailment—fever, sprained ankle, or
neuralgia—it could only be cured by camomile tea. Camo-
mile tea was her " life-preserver ;" it was necessary to
existence, in her opinion, as the air we breathe ; and, as
old Gimble the wheelwright said, " It wur a merciful pro-
vidence she didn't take to quack pison-stuff on the same
scale." She bribed the Sunday school children into its
bitterness once a month ; she persuaded the landlord of
"The Chequers" that it would remove his grog-blossom;
she made the dressmaker believe that it would "clear her
complexion ;" and it was asserted that she had attempted
to dose the old foxhound, Music, when he came to them a
puppy with the distemper. Certain it is that old Music ,
always displayed active signs of disapprobation whenever
he caught sight of the brown pitcher that held the elixir,
and it is also certain that he scratched up the camomile
flowers on the common with a force that savoured more of
revenge than mischief. Dame Hewitt's other fault was in
thinking that her son Ben, who managed the business, was
the only son in the world worthy of a mother. Certainly,
Ben was a fine-hearted, handsome young man ; he was
seldom seen at " The Chequers," and played the fiddle at
church every Sunday ; he knew a good deal of Shakspere and
Goldsmith ; always had a flower in his jacket button-hole ;
managed to shoe the most vicious horses without diffi-
culty, and had a knack of quieting obstreperous babies in
a magical manner. Ben's eyes and whiskers were
eno gh to disturb the peace of all the Phillises and
Daphnes in the neighbourhood ; and when his mother
declared that the baronet's son was not to be compared
to him, there is little doubt that her opinion was
fully concurred in by more young ladies than one. It
was our fortune to captivate Ben's affections to a very
serious extent. His youngest sister and ourselves had
exercised the freemasonry of children, and grown very
"thick" during two or three accidental meetings in the
lane. We had given her a volume of "Fairy Tales," and
she had bestowed on us a pin-cushion of her own making.
Our approbation of each other was fully e,tablished over a
private reading of "Robinson Crusoe," blended with the
demolition of a large apple turnover, and ended incur being
taken to her home to see a litter of wonderful puppies.
Good Dame Hewitt took infinite notice of cur fine " com-
plexion," and said all sorts of kind things ; tut we recollect
that she insinuated a few remarks as to the efficacy of
"camomile tea" in "improving the skin." Ben came in,
and found us on the floor, squaw fashion, with three pup-
pies on our lap and one in each hand ; whether it was our
personal beauty, our picturesque "pose," our somewhat
saucy tongue, or our interest in his canine family,. that in-
fluenced his feelings, we never knew, but certain it is that
Ben was " smitten" to a deep extent, and had ten
years been added to our eight, the consequences might
have been fatal. From that day, whenever we were
missing at home, the place of our resort was no
mystery,—we were sure to be found at Dame Hewitt's.
Dear, kind, manly, six-feet high Ben, called us his
"little sweetheart," and conducted himself with the most
lover-like devotion. He permitted us to indulge in all
sorts of wilful abominfitions, from interfering with red-hot
horse-shoes, to taking his best straw hat on a butterfly-
hunt. He allowed us to hammer on the anvil, and work
the bellows as often as we chose, and when these occupa-
tions had metamorphosed us into something that our own
mother would have scarcely recognised, his utmost rebuke
was " Look at your pinafore," accompanied by a maternal-
like attempt to restore our hands and face to their primitive
hue at the water-trough. Ben invariably thought that a
holiday would do him a world of good, when we proposed
a nutting or wild-strawberrying party in the woods ; and
how he would tread down the biggest brambles in our way,
and lift us in his strong arms that we might have the plea-
sure of clutching at an unusually big cluster of oob-nuts.
How he would bring us the finest strawberries he found,
and make us sit down where the moss was thickest on the
sunny bank, while he smoothed our roughened curls into
something like human ty, and insisted on a kiss for his
trouble. We are afraid we played the tyrant very often,
and exercised our power most ungenerously; but Ben
seemed to like his slavery, and encouraged our spirit
of domination by every possible means. The squire
was in immediate want of his hack, which had
.been sent
to the forge to have a cast shoe replaced ; but if we ex-
pressed a strong wish that Ben should mount and take us
up before him for a canter to the turnpike and back, why,
the squire might whistle for his nag until our desire was
gratified. The family might scream their loudest for Ben
to come in to dinner ; but if he were engaged in swinging
us under the old walnut-tree in the garden, the beef was
always allowed to get cold. Wo wanted a young squirrel
to pet, and Ben, of course, risked his neck up the tallest
trees ;we took a fancy to a large water-lily, springing in
the very middle of Miller's Brook, and Ben immediately
was bootless and stockingless, and knee-deep in the lucid
tide. He went to London the coldest, foggiest day in the
whole winter, in order to present us with a riding-whip on
our birthday. He gave us the exquisite myrtle which he
had cherished for three years, and trusted us with his
valuable pocket-knife for any blade-destroying purpose
whatever; in short, Ben was our devoted slave.—Eliza
Cook's "Jottings from my Journal."
MURDER BY A LADY OF HER CHILD.—The in-
habitants of Coseley, an extensive coal and iron district near
Dudley, Worcestershire, were terrified on Wednesday by
the intelligence that a lady, well known and respected, had
perpetrated, in a horrible manner, the murder of her illegi-
timate child. Miss Sarah Ann Tyre, daughter of Mr. Thos.
Tyre, of the Duffield Iron-works, residing at Mount Plea-
sant, of the same place, had been suspected and accused of
being encicnte, to which she gave a stout denial to her ac-
quaintances. Strangely, a married woman, named Grimmel,
on her way to an iron work with her husband's breakfast,
on Tuesday morning, about seven o'clock, had occasion to
go
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discovered
blood sprinkled on the floor and wall, which was not dry,
and appeared to have been lately done. Suspicious, she
searched farther, but discovered nothing then. About
ten o'clock she procured a candle and matches, and
searched the same place. She could see nothine?. but
the refuse, which seemed to have been disturbed, incited
her to examine afresh, when she thought she indistinctly
saw the portion of the face of a child. Having
made sure that it was a human being,shesought
assistance, and a female child, which appeared to be
several days old, was extracted from the place. It was soon
sat nandee .
seen that it had been pitilessly ill-used. Marks of violence
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made. Miss Tyre was among the crowd cone.ga
but afterwards went home to bed, and tiiere police,
d
after a short time, went and accused her of the
crime,
when, finding denial useless, she made the confession of
having "had something the matter with her, but did not
know what." She was then too ill to be taken
intocus-
tody, but the police guarded the house. She is about 18
years of age, has a very interesting appearance, andonly
recently returned home from a boarding-school. Some
painful disclosures in reference to the affair are expected to
be made at the coroner's inquiry.