Year: 1860

THE SECOND OF THH BETwEEN FLORA TEMPLE ANT
/ GEORGE NJ. PArcmES-PArcuES THE WINNER


| The star of Flora pales before the rising
sun OF the wonderful stallion, and he to-day


blazes forth as the winner of the best two
heats at two miles ever trotted in one race,
and his banner Of triumph is borne aloft, and
hers trails beneath the tread of the conoueror.


The day come out theloyicst of the lovely,
in cloudless sky, westerly breeze, and
with temperature neither too hot nor too
cold. Out of the calendar could not have
conc forth finer day for great race. Ea-
ger expectation stirred every sporting heart,
and every lover Of game and speed, and ali
the world We're early ajog for the Union
Course. Long ere the hour to start had come.
some 20, 900 people were covering every stand,
and all the field and course The betting for
the week previous had been at about 100 to
40 on Flora, and on the course continued the
same, though in some rare instances as low
as 100 to 50 wero laid. The race of last
week had assured one party and intimidated
the other.


When the horses appeared and stripped,
both showed capital condition. The little
mare never seemed to be better, and vet the
event showed her not quite up to the mark.
AS in her last match, her fore feet were bound
up. Her coat was blooming, her legs clean
and fine, her eye bright and clear, and her
step elastic and spirited. She had cheerful,
gay look, and seemed to catch deep inspira
ton from the throng who greeted and attend
cd her.


Patchen looked grandly-showinc bloom
and spirit and that he was in condition
drawn to a feathers nicely. One might well
have deemed him worthy to race for man. S
| life as a stake. n
After their appearance, nearly an hour
elapsed ere the crowds that flocked around
| the horses could find entire satisfaction in the
| indulgence of their admiration for the noblest
| twain OF speedy ones ever paraded to view.
| But everything must have an end, and at
length both admiration and patience are cx-
hausted. Every car waits to hear the warn
ing bell, and at length that comes. and the
blankets are stripped, and the eager eyes of
the champion catch animation from the sound
OF the surging masses that give way for the
rendezvous at the stand and scoring-ground.
Away the horses start for their preliminary
trots. While all this goes on the multitude
look on and grow eager. And this too, ends
at last, and it is proclaimed that Patchen has
the pole. Away 60 the horses for the start.
After one attempt they get Off at the second
very evenly and make rush for the lead
But Patchen, with the inside, can outfoot the
speedy little mare round the turn, and he
draws in front, and lead to the quarter pole
in hand, going easily but with telling stride.
Once in the straight work of the far side, he
quickencd pace and strobe away gaily, with
the little mare near. Then they went ON the
middle OF the stretch, when Flora moved up
and seemed to strive well for the lead, but
Talman reused the big one, and he opens out
that long rate that covers the ground like the
wind sweeping the clouds.


His qulckened pace tells on the mare, and
carries her OF her feet She once in the air
on the prance, the horse opened out a lead of
three or four lengths, and McMann struggles
hard to bring Flora out of her break and set
tie her back to work and steadiness. Ere
this is done, Talman has brought his horse
up to the half-milc pole With quick eve,
he sees his power over Flora, and takes his
horse in hand and goes steadily but easily
round the tUrn, leaving to Flora all that she
could wish to do to get up to him at the end
of the turn, and be ready to brush with Patch.
en- up the straight work to the stand.


As they swept off the turn on to the stretch,
Patchcn had q lead of u length, and this he
held to steadily, and rattling pace, in which
she could not head him, led them up to the
stand, finishing the first mile in 2 minutes
and % seconds. This mile done, in the sec.
ond they rush, and Talman driving his horse
little wide to carry him easily round the
turn, McMann saw his chance, and pulled his
mare back and shot in on the inside for a pass
on the shorter turn. But Talman was not to
be caught. In the flash Of an eve he drew
his horse back, and Flora was forced to be
taken in hand and pulled out. Round the
turn he was too much for her, and he came
to the quarter pole with lead of length
and half


This point gained, and Flora, rested up from
the quiet way in which she came round the
turn, was ready for brush, and at once
dashed into burst of speed that in five and
twenty rods brought her up to Patchen. The
trick was so neatly and quickly done that he
was carried off his legs, and went siy-scrap-
ing with the look of a badly beaten horse. as
the little pet opened off wide gap of four or
five lengths, and there was but little more
than half mile to go. What horse could
catch Flora and beat her in half mile with
such load to overcome? The break was
bad, and the ground lost looked fatal to all
his hopes. The steady Talman, however,
brings him to his work, and his long, low
rate begins to draw him up to the mare. when.
i'll luck away he flies again into the air and
off speeds Flora until she leads at least five
lengths.


When she reached the half-mile pole, Tai
man had once more got Patchen down, and in
his stride, but seemingly hopelessly behind,
and with the race gone; but Talman seemed
to think otherwise, and when his horse had
cooled down to steadincss, he reused him up
to settled rafting brush, and the gap began
to close. His pace drew on her SO quickly,
that she seemed to come back to him. On,
on he went, no faltering, no dwelling, no
swerving, no breaking, but in all steadiness,
and brimful Of game. The turn was made
the mare caught, at the pole, collared-and
now began the grand struggle fer the heat.


The quarter mile is yet to be done, and
long strife alone is to give the lead. Both
begin their work as if they knew its import
ancc, and the value of the result. Away they
went head anu head; yard by yard the horse
works up-half the distance covered, and he |
has her head and head. And now the pace
tells on her. She shows distress; her ears
go down on her poll; her tail flirts; the horse
is drawing ahead, and the last resort is now
the whip, and forth it comes. A blow is |
made by McMann, but the blow found moth |