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

WHO IS TO WIN THE DEBIT?

THE DERBY PROPHECIES.

The following are Tun DERBY " prophecies" of the
principal sporting journals :

" Observer" of Bell's Life gives PROMISED LAND, with
the expectation of seeing Mnsjid and Gamester his imme-
diate followers.

" Rhyming Richard" of .Bell's Life goes for MARION
ETTE, thus—

"The Land" is beat 1 his backers' "eves
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 is one !
ENFIELD two, and TRUMPETER three have run I

"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 Reynard's sure to run right well with French upon
his bade.
Thus I've rather held it better to go through them one by

one,
Than to give a host of " cocklmts," 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 (Ashmall) one,
ELECTRIC nest; then, perhaps, RETARD farewell, I've
done

"Touchstone" of the Era places the first three in the
following order :
Promised Land..
Musjid
Trumpeter.

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

" Vates," of the Morning Advertiser, gives Promised
Land, Electric, and Cavendish; and although "Argun," of
the Morning Post, has not yet given his prophecy, there is
no doubt but he will follow suit amongst the supporters of
Promised Land and Trumpeter, as every thing from the
Days' stables always finds favour in his eyes ; aad very
likely he may couple 31usjid with the two above named.

" Sentinel" of the Sporting Life, in summing up, says :
" I fancy the finish will be confined to Promised Land,
Musjid, Trumpeter, Marionette, Defender, and Glenbuek,
from which I should give the preference to Musirn, 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 the 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 bankers, for gold for the
note. The cashier suspiciously asks what I want gold for,
so I whispered him, "I'm Record," I want it to spend it.
" I beg your pardon," (I dream't) he said, gave me the gold,
and very politely wished me a pleasant day. I then stumped
up Chancery-lane, crossed Holborn, and (still dreaming.
you know) asked an old friend for his horse and trap 'AI go
to Epsom in. "Certainly, with pleasure," said he, and
forthwith his little black mare washarnessed to the dos—cart.
Well,in I got, drove home, and found Mrs. Record.'and the
two little R's waiting. I handed them in, jamped 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 lenner 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