The Sun.
London, England, 1859-05-28 00:00:00

LAW INTEL.

WHO IS TO WIN THE DERIIY?

THE DERBY PROPHECIES.
The following are Tn. n DERBY "prophecies" of the
principal sporting journals :
" Observer" of Bell's ;Life gives Pnomrs ED LAND, with
the expectation of seeing Iklusjid and Gamester his imme-
diate followers.

"Rhyming Richard" of Bell's Life goes for MARION
ErrE, thus--
"The Land" is beat I his backers' "eyes
With Idle tears are wet ;"
One name is ringing to the skies,
That name is MARIONETTE!

" Harlequin" of Bell's Life says :
The Derby's won—THE PROMISED LAND i 8 one !
ENFIELD t2(.70, and TRUMPETER three have run

"The Lay of the Tout" of Bell's Life goes for VOLCANO
in the following strain :
_. _

Ticket of Leave, Old Robert, Enfield, I advise you not to
back,
But R eynard's sure to run right well with French upon
his back.
Thus I've rather held it better to go through them one by
one,
Than to give a host of " cockboats," like the " Tizer" or
the "Sun."
Having dipped into the future, far as ever I could get,
I will tell you (you have lots of time to win a fortune yet),
For on the judge's board I see, VOLCANO
.(Ashinall) one,
ELECTRIC next; then, perhaps, REYNARD—farewell, I've
done!

"Touchstone" of the Era places the first three in the
following order :
Promised Latid.
Musjid . , % 2
Trumpeter.

The " Stable Mouse" of the Era says, " The blue riband
of the turf for 1859 will decorate THE PROMISED LAND.

" Votes," of the Morning Advertiser, gives Promised
Land; Electric, and Cavendish ; and although " Argus," of
the Morning Post, has not yet given his prophecy, there is
no doubt but he will follow suit anwn.gst the supporters of
Promised Land and Trumpeter, as every thing from the
Days' stables always finds favour in his eyes ; sad very
likely he may couple Musjsid with the two above named.

" gentinel" of the Sporting Life, in summing up, says :
" 1 fancy the finish will be confined to Promised Land,
Musjid, Trumpeter, Marionette, Defender, and Glenbuck,
from which I should give the preference to Musan, or the
best of John Day's lot."

" Record," of the Sporting Life, in his " Derby Dream,"
says—" I first dreamt that the proprietors of one Sporting
life were so pleased that they tipped me a twenty pound
note. Now I'll go to Epsom, dream't I. I then dreamed
that I stepped over to Hoares', the l',ankers, for gold for the
note. The cashier suspiciously ar..ks what I want gold for,
so I whispered him, "I'm Record," I want it to spend it.
" I beg your pardon," (I drOamq) he said, gave me the gold,
and very politely wisbod me a pleasant day. I then stumped
up Chancery-lane, :Tossed Holborn, and (still dreaming,
you know) asked an old friend for his horse and trap to go
to Epsom in. "Certainly, with pleasure," said he, and
forthwith his little black mare was harnessed to the dog-cart.
Well,in I got, drove home, and found Mrs. Record,' and the
two little R's waiting. I handed them in, jumped up
myself, turned the mare's head southward, and (still
dreaming) off we went. " Wo-o, gently lass, there's plenty
of both time and work for you ; take it easy, my gal." On
we went over Vauxhall-bridge, through South Lambeth,
turning sharp round at the Swan at Stockwell, through
Clapham and Mitcham to Tooting, where I pulled up with
the mare full of go. We all had breakfast, Puss's mouth
being washed out with a pint of good old ale, and (still
dreaming, understand) away again we went. Lor, how the
little black mare did pull and trot, she seemed to glory in
the exhilarating run. We passed butchers, bakers, pubs.,
swells, and everything. " There goes ' Record' and
Puss," cried everybody. " Yes," answered I (still
dreaming), " here we do go, and I only wish we had the
black Bess colt trying against us. We'd Derby him,
wouldn't we, Pussy ?" On, on, we rattled. Turpin's Ride
to York was nothing to it. Into Epsom town, up
the chalky hilly little road on to the course, put up the
mare, and (still dreaming), right into the ring I go, and
take 3 to 1 to a fernier about Trumpeter of F— B—tt.
Then, after twice asking, the eighteen runners, are fairly
started for the Derby; round Tattenham-corner they come
like a flash of greased lightning—The Land, Muajid, Glen-
luce, Cavendish, Actaeon, are all roared out in turn. But
I am fascinated by and keep my eye on a certain purple cap
that is gradually creeping up from the rear; the cap gains
a clear length and a-half at the road ; this gain is doubled
at the back end of the Stand, the jockey now gathers him-
self and horse up—raises his whip—down it comes—the
thwack is heard all over the din and roar—the purple cap
is seen high in the air, it rushes past them _ all, and the
Derby of 1859 is won by

ALPRED DAY ON TRUMPETER.
I then (still dreaming) go up to F. B. for my £4O, and,
" Why, what little game are you up to now ?" is squalled
in my ears. l open my eyes, and find "alas I that it is all
a dream !"

"Brevity" of the Weekly Times prefers PROMISED LAND,
TRUMPETER, and PHANTOM, and says :—" Those of your
readers who have followed the advice I always gave,
and backed The Promised Land to win, and Trumpeter for
a win and place, will have made the best investment I can
see for the Derby of 1859."

The Sunday Times says :—'The success of Promised Land
is deemed by many persons—sound and practical judges,
too—to be a foregone conclusion. We have, however,
stated our reasons for withholding our confidence from him,
and the arguments which we have used cannot readily be
disproved. Only his success can convict us of an error of
judgment. We shall, therefore, have the temerity not
even to assign him a place. Our Derby Day-dream shapes
itself into this form :

Trumpeter . 1
Defender 9
Actaeon
Close upon their heels may be Musjid, Electric, and Bal-
namoon,"

The Review, after analysing the respective merits of those
likely to start, sums up thus :—" We have now waded
through the list of those that have the semblance of a pros-
pect of responding to Mr. Hibburd's mandate, and are still
of the opinion, expressed by us for weeks back, that the
great eharapien of Wednesday next will be furnished by 0 NA
of the DAYS ; but in the present state of affairs we will not
venture confidently to assert which of the twain ; it would
be folly to do so, though we are inclined to fancy that it
will be William Day, with his PROMISED LAND. If it
should happen that the brothers are to be vanquished, pro-
bably the victor may be found in ELECTRIC.

The Field favours PROMISED LAND, and remarks :
" Many changes will of course take place before the long-
looked for day arrives, but our present opinion is that THE
PROMISED LAND will win the Derby ; and we should not
be surprised to find that hard work and hard ground had
caused Trumpeter to sound a retreat,' and to see Alfred
Day mounted on the crack next Wednesday. Enfield is
our pick from the outside division ; some people say he is
a roarer—we have not heard him. Gaspard will run for-
ward. We have now looked through the list, and fancy
there will be about 31.

The sporting prophet of The Sun has gone to Epsom to
"take stock" of the different Derby candidates, and will
give his opinion to our readers on Monday or Tuesday.