The Sun.
London, England, 1856-10-13 00:00:00

CHANCES FOR THE CESARE WITCH.
Upwards of a hundred horses have arrived, and the
cry is " still they come." A dreary morning induced
few people to visit the exercise grounds before breakfast.
1.7 he atmosphere was close and muggy, and as I write a
dull, leaden-hued sky frowns ominously, and gives no
very cheering prospect of the weather. The course is in
parts sticky enough, but it may nevertheless be pro-
nounced " good going." The whistle of the railway
engine, followed as it is by the rattling of fly and omni-
buses into the town, announces the arrival of a large
majority of visitors by the Eastern Counties "special ; "
a few minutes of bustle and activity ensue ; turfites form
little groups in front of the rooms, and after kicking
their heels about they disappear, and when the sound
of the church-going bell is heard calling people to evening
service, the streets present their wonted appearance, and
the Sabbath stillness is unbroken. As the evening ad-
vances a bright blaze of light is thrown across the road
from the Subscription Room, where Fuller Andrews, in
Sunday trim, is prepared to receive his guests. Few
people din in upon him, conversation is quietly con-
ducted, the old topics are discussed, and time is princi-
pally occupied with reading the newspapers. Eleven
o'clock strikes, and the last man yawns, stretches his
legs, leaves the room, and retires to the one fair chamber
in his hostelry. I may be that last man. I say "Good
Night " to Fuller, as he turns off the gas, and take my
lonely way through the quiet street—meeting no one—
not even a dog of erratic habits—not even a prowling
and dissipated mouser. Every house presents a blank,
blinds are drawn down, and the whole place seems re-
dolent of repose and sleep. Such is the appearance of
Newmarket on the "Meeting Sunday."
People seem more ignorant here on that all-important
question " what's to win the Cesarewitch" than they do
in London. Every man you meet has a new tale of
liking and disliking to communicate, and in his ideas as
to the probable result of the event it is easy to trace the
wish which is father to the thought. One person will
whisper in your ear that Malacca, for instance, goes as
free as a greyhound and strong as a lion, whilst another
will tell you that he is a nasty, scrubby beast, and a
shocking bad galloper. I shall not, therefore, attempt
to trace the origin of the contrariety of opinion which
prevails, but shall express my own notions, in the confi-
dence that they at least are not founded on prejudice.
The horses most talked about here are Vengeance and
Malacca. The former was highly and most satisfactorily
tried on Saturday morning—it is said with Tyre and
Jolly Marine—and won with ridiculous ease. Although
this year he has not displayed any particular " form,"
yet last season he proved himself to be an animal of
no ordinary racing merit. That he is favourably
weighted is ineontestible, and if his staying powers
enable him to get home—and on this point many well-
founded doubts are entertained—he will in my opinion
be amongst the very foremost competitors at the finish.
Vengeance may be pronounced emphatically a " race
horse," and the same cannot be said of the leather-
flapping animals of which the field is likely to be mostly
coesposed.
Flattnan gave Fulbeck a merry pipe opener on the
plantation side of the town. The horse went free and
well, yet an opinion obtains here that he is not exactly
the class horse to win a great race like the Cesarewitch.
Still his party have not abated their fondness one jot,
and I am compelled to acknowledge that I share to a
certain extent their confidence. Oh I the rejoicings at
the Victoria Club should the Brighton hone win, and
prove that Mr. Pattieon is, after all, capable of better
things than training a hack on the Steyne ! In justice
it must be admitted that this year he has sent Fulbeck to
the post in a condition which would have been creditable
to the most fashionable trainer. The horse has certainly
held his place in the betting with wonderful firmness,
and even the well-planned show of opposition which was
got up against him in the City produced only a tempo-
rary effect on the horse's position, and was immediately
discovered to be a weak invention of the enemy.
Opinions are divided about Malacca, who was gall )pAd
this morning from the ditch alongside of the Cesarewitch
course. His style of going certainly left nothing to be
desired. Still I agree with those who hold to the belief
that the winning of plates and sweepstakes at Cardiff is
not quite a satisfactory recommendation to notice. If
Malacca exhibited his true form at Epsom, where he was
freely hacked fer the Summer Handicap, but for which
event be was, if my memory serves me aright, beaten otf,
be cannot have sufficiently improved to Assess even a
ghost of chance of carrying off the great event
on Tuesday next. Ic is popularly believed
that Mr. T. Parr has discovered a kind
of powder, by which marvellous powers are imparted to
his horses, and it is further believe.] that those powders
be employed with good effect on Weathergage, Sauce-
box, Mentaeue, and others. Still, he may employ " what
dregs, what charme what mighty magic" he pleases on
Malacca, and then I think his mean* will not be patent
enough to insure the triumph of his calonra.
All manner of reports are in circeletion about Pole
Stele some to the eff-ct that the money is not " on,''
others that the mare was never better, and that she is
really ilitended. Now, I believe Pole Star to be a good
snare, and, should she start, I shall expect to see her
obtain a very forward position. She has shown her
ability to get through dirt, and should more rain fall
that ability will certainly be tested to the utmost.
Still, people who aro shrewd judges, believe in Speed
the Plough—an animal in the same stable with Pole
Star. The old horse is very well, and I am fain to con-
fess that his suceess is one of the things dreamt of
in my philosophy.
I saw Cotswold come into the town this morning,;
and to judge from his appearance " between the sheets''
he is in capital condition. He may be a good horse, but
I fancy that his weight will "put the stopper on him."
Barfieur was on the heath this morning, and galloped
in good ortyle. Merlin was also out and lookel well,
and full of musn'e. Still, Ido not deem him capable
of giving 111bs. to Barfleur, and shall not expect to see
him obtain so forward a position for the Cesarewitch as
he did for the Ebor Handicap. Of William Day's lot
December is only new talked about, but I think his
backers may as well seek "ice in June as sunshine in
December." Alice Wentworth seems quite gone, and
Termagant, of whom some expectations were formed,
does not appear to be " coming."
King of Scotland, who was much fancied towards
the end of last week, was, I am informed, tried on
Saturday and found wanting. The King's pretensions
were never in ray opir lion very formidable.
Of Messrs. Saxon and Barber's lot I prefer the
Prince of Orange, who appears to be in running con-
dition, and, if he sh, mild be the trusted representative
of the stable, I shall expect him to take no inglorious
part in the race.
An analysis of the respective chances would only
unnecessarily occupy s ?ace. Above I have placed before
the reader what information I have been enabled to
obtain, and have bricely expressed ray opinion on the
principal competitors. My " notions "as to the result
of the race are as nn der :
• The first rank will comprise Speed the Plough, Pole
Star, Falbeck, Venget race, Cotswold, Prince of Orange,
Merlin, Barfleur, at Malacca. Of these I shall
"stand on "

FULBECS, VENCrEANCE, and POLE STAR,
and shall reserve SPEELs THE PLOUGH for a " cockboat."
Notwithstanding the, :fuss which is made about Sydney
for the Clear well, I a hall stick to my old favourite
Lambonrne, and, despit e his 61bs. penalty, I shall expect
Dim to pull through. Western Power will win the
Bedford Stakes. The E retby Stakes I assign to Queen

of the East. Sydney's running for the Prendergast
will, of coarse, materiAll. y depend upon his performance
for the Ciearwell. My present fancy for the former

event, therefore, point a to Drumour. Goldfinch, who
looks many pounds better than he did at Doncaster, will
-eat the PhYsalis colt foz: the Produce Stakes.
I have received a str:l4oge account of the race for the
Two-Year-Old Stakes at I 3edford, and there are persons
who nnhesitatinglY tftpres s their opinion that Gemma di
Vergy ought to have beat, an Tournament by at least two
lengths. Tournament, it is said, lathered considerably
before the start; and thin , in fact, he was not the saimv
horse, so far as health Ng,* concerned, that he was at
Doncaster, while Gemmat di Vergy bad evidently re-
covered the form which .ze had lost before meeting
Tournament in York9h ire- I did not see the race at I
Bedford, and, of course, I have only hearsay reports to
guide me. Gamma di ergy got somewhat badly off.
but I may Fay that, so fax- as foul play
was concerned, I I
don't believe a worl of the reports in circulation.
A FRESHMAN.

Newmarket, Sunday Oil ;ht.

THE CI : UIZEWITCH.

NEWMARKET.—Monday.
The following horses are here :—December, Malacca,
Mr. Sykes, Winkfield, S# peed the Plough, Fisherman,
Brother to Grey Tommj Poodle, Yorkshire Grey,
Mary, Flatterer, Rogerthoi Fulbeck, Venison, Cots-
wold, Prince of Orange, J oily Marine, Homily, Cerva,
Falstaff, Treachery, Como( ly, Rialto, Tyre, First Fly,
Termagant, Middleton, Gortecbakoff, Barfleur, Peter.,