Year: 1873

To attempt to write you a letter
without mentioning anything about
horses or races would be almost an inn
possibility. 1 will not go into the de-
tails of the great race; telegraphic adj
vices and newspaper clippings will
have done all that, long ere this
reaches you. All are glad that "old
Thad' has come out victorious, but l
am inclined to think that if the truth
were spoken in plain language many
are very much discontented at the re-
suit. 1t is no good denying the fact,
things looked very fishy for the Cali
fornian until "True Blue" came to
grief, and then our favOrite had it all
his own way. 'gThad Stevens was
not himself at all, and even after the
second heat did not sweat half enough
to please either trainer, rider, or own
er The accident to "True Blue' is
greatly to be regretted, not that any
one can be blamed, but then ill-na-
tured people will talk. One newspa-
per boldly asserted that the horse put
his foot in hole. hence the stum-
BILE; another attributes the accident to
the disgraceful condition of the course,
and SO on through the whole chapter.
Be the cause what it may, can only
say that it is to be regretted. Mr..
Chamberlain bears up with his disap-
pointment most stoically; the vets. an
ticipate the horse will be fit to travel
in six months time, and as the owner
intends remaining by his favorite
until recovery is effected, his loss
will be our gain, inasmuch as he has
made himself very popular with all
whom he has become associated. But
enough of horse; just line or two
with reference to


Coming Home From the Races.


1t was the "Darby" all over but di-
vided by ten; such jumble, such
break downs, such swearing I have
not seen for many a day; and then
the turnpike alias the toll gate, it re-
minded me of Old Remington Gate
in the days of my childhood. There
were the same attempts to blk the
gate keeper, the old dodge of throwing
bad money and then trying to drive
through, but all to no avail, the pike
man was up to snuff and not many got
on the blind side of him. What time
the last man returned l should not like
to say, but as late or rather as early as
four o'clock on Sunday morning l
heard the teams going by my bachelor
abode. Rather an amusing incident
happened on the course between the
heats, one that l have not seen men-
toned in the papers. Some fellow
had transported to the race track, q
fine old specimen of the rabbit order,
and during lull started it along the
course; an equally ancient member of
the greyhound species started in pur-
suit, and was very speedily joined by
all the surrounding ours; great fun
was the result. The oldUabbit was good
on the double, and gave the dogs good
sport for long time before he was
nabbed. With so much racing other
excellent news has been overlooked.
We have had


Most Romantic Suicide


Which may be summed up in the fol-
lowing brief manner: Two young
men, courted the same girl, Enoch
Arden fashion; the two young men re-
mained constant friends, notwith-
standing the fact that Cupid had
pierced them with the same shaft.
Which way the young lady's affections
tended this deponent knoweth not,
but the brace of lovers were sensible
enough not to quarrel over their mu-
tual alteration. A few evenings ago,
the pair visited popular place of
amusement, and after the manner of
the rising generation, between the
acts adjourned to neighboring saloon
for the purpose of imbibing. On their
return one of them was suddenly
stricken with death, and almost before
assistance could be procured, the grim
tyrant overlook him. His companion
was naturally very much affected, so
much SO that his brain must have be-
come turned, for on arriving home he
committed suicide in most deliber-
ate manner, by shooting himself in
the head, whilst lying beneath the
bedclOths. Previous to his death he
wrote two or three letters, in one of
which he stated that his reason for
putting an end to himself was, that he
feared that the world would think that
he had poisoned his friend, to rid him
self Of rival. A post mortem exami-
nation proved that the cause of the
first death was the bursting of blood
vessel in the region of the brain. The
joint funeral was largely attended,
yesterday afternoon, and the two We're
buried in one grave.


The Amateur Operatic Performances
Referred to in my last, was gigantic
success. The hospital netted close on
$4,000 by the great event. The press
spoke in highest terms of the efforts
of the various amateurs, and all who
witnessed the performance were de-
lighted. Now that it is all over, the
question is mooted as to the desir-
ability of our charities being benefit
ted in such manner, the money part
of the question is in order, but then
how about the fulsome praise lavished
on the performers? That they all sang
and acted well for amateurs none can
deny, and their efforts in SO good a
cause are highly to be appreciated.
The great thing to be considered is,
will they not become infatuated with
stage life, madly rush to the foot
lights as professionals, under the pleas
ing hope that they must be success,
and what follows: after failure, disgust
after disgust, until they retire back to
their families and their homes, unfit
ted for the ordinary duties of life.