The Sun.
London, England, 1845-05-26 00:00:00

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.
(FROM OUR CORRESPONDENT.)
The entries for the various stakes at. Epsom are not so nu-
merous as might have been anticipated. The Craven, on
Tuesday, will be a most interesting race, the representatives
of all the great stables, with the exception of John Day's,
being engaged in it ; and upon its result the Derby betting
may be materially affected. Should the favourites' trial-
horse, Evenus, be defeated he will certainly recede in the
market. The only two that appear to have any chance with
him are Pagan and the Knight of the Whistle, who will be
certainly started to get his length for Jinglepot and Pam. I
conceive, however, Evenus has speed enough about him to
win this race without much difficulty.
To the Woodcote there are 14 subscribers, and the following
colts are on the spot :—Lord G. Bentinck's Cherokee, Mr.
Herbert's f by Elis, Mr. W. Scott's Malt, Lord Chesterfield's
Subscription, Mr. Walker's Guzman, Mr. John Day's the
Hero, Mr. Dunkald's St. George, and Mr. Boyce's Tom
Sare. Of this lot I expect to see Cherokee first and Lord
Harry second.
I now come to the Derby, for' which there will be more
starters than I previously fancied, many horses having been
sent whose chance I consider utterly hopeless. Idas this
afternoon was not so firm in his position as he previously
had been, and there was a great disposition among the cog-
noscenti of the ring to bet against him. Although he is a
magnificent horse, I consider him more adapted for the flat at
Newmarket than a course like Epsom, and I fancy
that the hill which has so often destroyed the chance of the
pride of Newmarket, will prevent Lord Stradbroke from en-
joying the enviable honour of possessing the winner of the
Derby for 1845. In spite of Weatherbit's position in the
market, Old England is fast coming, and if he does not pass
him in the betting, I have no doubt he will do so in the race.
The most dangerous horse to be against, in my opinion, is The
Libel. From the manner this horse won at Chester, the per-
formances of Sweetmeat at Bath and Shrewsbury, and the
running of Salopian with Intrepid at Shiffnall, I do not con-
sider there is any horse in the race with more pretensions to
be considered the winner. Mr. Mostyn's Pantasa I expect to
see in a forward position. His Cheshire friends still stick to him.
Alarm owes his place in the market entirely to his single
race last year at Stockbridge, and to his having beaten Queen
Mab in a trial at Newmarket. Although Nat will be on his
back, I do not consider his opponents need be under any ap-
prehensions about him.
Mr. Gratwicke, the owner of D ileful, won the Derby in
1829, with Frederick, and from the manner in which his lot
are backed, one would be really inclined to think that his
fortune, hitherto so doleful (seeing that for a period of
fifteen years he never won a race), was about to take a turn.
I am afraid, however, the Derby is beyond his reach.
Jinglepot, as I predicted last week, is rising gradually. I
am convinced this horse will be found very handy at the
finish. The Goodwood Stakes has been too powerful this
season to be passed over without notice. I am
afraid its only representative will be the Laird o' Cock-
pen, who comes from a mare not calculated to produce a
Derby winner, as she never could run beyond three quarters
of a mile. Pam, Keiger, and Newsmonger's chance I fancy
quite out. Of Columbus I know nothing. Clear-the-way
must indeed have the way cleared for him to win. Fuzbos
has done nothing in public to warrant his being looked upon
favourably. The same remark will apply to Mentor, An-
nandale, and Cabin Boy, although it is asserted that the latter
could have beaten St. Lawrence at Bath, which I do not
believe. Salopian will only be started to make running for
the Libel. Idas has made apparent the capabilities of Wood
Pigeon ; and Young Eclipse's visit to Goodwood has done
him more harm than good. In conclusion, after a careful
consideration of the merits of the different nags, I fancy we
shall see the Libel first at the winning post, with Old Eng-
land second, and the Crack or Jinglepot third.
The other races on that day call for no observation.
On Thursday the great feature of attraction will be the
Surrey Cup, for which I prefer most Moustache and Pug.
The Christina filly, if she can be kept straight, must run
forward.

On Friday, for the Oaks, I expect to see Lady Wildair,
Lancashire Witch, Hope, Refraction, Miss Elis, Rose of
Cashmere, Heather Bell, Maid of Orleans, Plaudit, Egis,
Stamp, The Wreck, Glee, Loelia, Event, Miss Sarah, Fickle
Wild Rose, Sir Charles Monck's filly, Marian Ramsey, and
Giantess.
Lady Wildair made her debut at Stockbridge, where she
ran third to Alarm. At the Newmarket July Meeting she
won the Chesterfield Stakes, beating six others. At Brigh-
ton she won a sweepstakes, beating the Laird o' Cockpen and
two others. At Doncaster she beat Sister to Pathfinder
easily, and at the Newmarket Craven Meeting, over the
D. M., she won a 50 sovs. sweepstakes, beating three others.
She is trained by John Scott, will be ridden by Nat, and if
she can beat Lancashire Witch will, I think, be first in the
race.

The Lancashire Witch has never been defeated yet, and
the way in which she won at Chester the Prince of Wales's
Stakes at York, and the Champagne at Doncaster, must na-
turally impart great confidence to her admirers, of which
class lam one. She is a fine slashing mare, with a tre-
mendous stride, and will be ridden by Templeman.
Mr. Bennett's Hope was beaten by Lancashire Witch at
Doncaster, and will, I think, be beaten again by her in this
race. Her winning the Wirral Stakes at Chester showed
certainly an improvement in her favour, but I cannot think
she will be good enough to be enrolled as an Oaks winner.
The Maid of Orleans is strongly supported on the strength
of her two-year-old running, and I am told her owner is
sanguine of winning with her. She has started
four times, and won on each occasion without difficulty.
With this mare and the two I have first mentioned I con-
ceive the Oaks rest. Refraction's chance, previous to her
running at Newmarket for the Coffee-room Stakes, was by no
means a bad one ; now, I should imagine it to be gone.
Heather Bell's pretensions were settled by Picnic at the same
meeting.improved since she ran
lastto
beat
plaidElis mustofOrleans,
vastly
and
will,
I fancy, turn out
inferior to the Rose of Cashmere, at present the most for-
midable of Kent's lot. Of the merits of the others lam un-
acquainted, and consider, as I have before stated, the race to
be left to Lady Wildair, Lancashire Witch, and the Maid of
Orleans,with a slight preference for the Witch.
London, May 25. TELEGRAPH.

indeed begun ;
A PROPHECY FOR 1845.
'Tis the morn not dim
touhrdeeddsakrskyu,lk ;
a
ar
T hpT
rho::
lr
aai
sbi
ns esgn,to,
Tri sthhet
eh
Den
anbi
Which day, se full of fun and folly,
May end in grief most melancholy.
But at Epsom there's no sadness,
Every eye is full of gladness.
Pandora's box, with all its curses,
Still has Hope to fill the purses
Of some who have been bad book-making,
Standing shivering now, and shaking,
Listen to the din and pother
Of each brother doing brother;
'Till at once the move is made
From the coffee-house old shade,
To the Dons--where the Great go,
Whoseltla kes
propheticand mars,
brings
mirror joy and woe.
now
Can the Derby winner show?
Idas, classic rears his crest,
Said to be the very best
Of his year, and Stradbroke's stud,
Full of muscle, bone and blood.
What's to beat him ? is the cry—
Weatherbit—is the reply;
Hookey Walker,. all-my-eye.
Tho' Junior John (a) is on the crack,
Old England still some fools will back,
Others say Worthless is the pot
Of all the fearful Danebury lot.
Each hath his fancy ; what's the harm,
But see what's coming, 'tis Alarm,
The worthy son of a stout sire,(b)
Nor likely at the hill to tire,
He'll make some Big'un much perspire,
And many will from him retire ;
And Libel now begins to show,
As Ironmaster is " no go."
The latter might a "tale unfold,"
And change his metal into gold ;
But fate ordains he must not shine
In character at Crcesus' shrine,
" Tis pity ; pity 'tis, 'tis true,
That Libel now the work must do,
Though Wadlow's (c) friends will rail and rue,
And Pantasa is look'd upon,
By some as if the race he'd won ;
The hill he'll climb, the distance stay,
But he's no Queen of Trumps, 1 say.
What next? The now neglected lot
Are seen approaching of John Scot;
What chance have they to fill the till,
Without our friend, the " Boisterous Bill?" (d)
Who, notwithstanding all his fun,
So often has the needful done.
It seem that Kedger shuns the field,
And Cobweb's son doth likewise yield;
Bet Pam. and Newsmonger will show,
And one of them run forward too,
But which of them I've yet to know.
Who challenges the mighty north ?
The Sage of Mitchell-grove, " The Forth." (e)
But old in years like Nestor, he
Is full of strength and subtlety;
Though led away by Hero's mate, f )
He showed with Foigh 'twas no mistake.
Though Doleful be a dismal name,
He still may climb the steps of fame,
And then to cheer his heart, od rot,
A Merry Monarch he has got.
Beware of Lucifer (g), the shrewd,
Who did "our James" (g) at great Goodwood;
The De'il, he is a dangerous foe,
And, looking out, must ward the blow.
Winchester too, it's said, will start,
To make the running very smart.
Maynooth, unlike Sir Robert's Bill,
Defeated is by the long hill.
Eclipse, Columbus, and the rest,
Are in the ruck, where bad the best.
The Cabin Boy is but so-so;
Alf, disappointed is the Roe, (1k)
And there's but few more nags will go.: