Now that Dervish has justified him, we shall hear no more about his having been" squared by the Day party"-(I should like to see them "trying it on")—and about his riding powers, however much applauded in other instances," not having been "judiciously applied in the Derby," by not "suffering his generous steed (?) to go on when he wished," &c., &c., and all such insane gibberish of the woe-begone Dervishites. There seems every hope that Butler will soon be up again. He was at Goodwood, walking about nine stone, and looking better than ever. The Lamb colt was an enormous sleepy creature of about sixteen, one, with very bad legs, and such a long back that Harry Hill pressed on Mr. Stanley the advisability of taking him to Portsmouth for sale. Mr. H's impression seemed to be that seven sailors could get on his deck at one time, which they of course consider a great point gained, in their equestrian exercises. There seemed some joke in the stable about him, as Mr. Stanley adjured Job Marson, at parting, not to "let him run away with you and beat Dervish too far." The walls of the Tickhill Castle paddocks would have tumbled down with shame, if they could see what their giant colt considers a canter. Poor Filbert realized the joke in sober earnest in the next race, as Vanderdecken never gave him a chance, and really ran so stout and well, that it is difficult to see what Mr. Magennis could have been thinking about, not to send him to save his stake on the Tuesday, over the same course. He could have knocked Cobnut into smithereens; and as for Filbert, Nat could hardly get him turned round to go to scale, and then he fairly rolled as he walked, from distress. Poor roarer! I did, indeed, pity him. This over, I just lingered to have a look at Andover, as he cantered; and very well he looked, not particularly “big," and free from curbs into the bargain. A neater, more workmanlike style of nag has not earned the Epsom wreath for many a long day. In conclusion I may state that good judges of my acquaintance "wont look at" Lord of the Isles, and that Stockwell's feet fever so completely prevents him from doing his work, that it is hardly likely that he will run again. Four thousand guineas is said to be the price set on his head. The Marquis, to the great joy of Newmarket, does not seem to have been able to come to terms with the Baron for his stud, and it is reported that the latter was shy of buying the whole stud, but wanted sadly to have Strood out of it. Of the St. Leger, I may hear more at York, but I adhere to my last month's opinion, that Acrobat will be A. 1, with King Tom (that is if his weak sinew stands) and probably Tros and Trapper close at him. Midsummer is a very racing mare, but I doubt very much if she can stay. Marsyas I fear will never be fit again, and hence, if nine or ten get to the post, the Corporation may feel extremely thankful. PUBLIC AMUSEMENTS OF THE METROPOLIS. The friendly feeling on the part of this country towards France doubtless prompts managers to encourage the taste, by “taking from the French," if possible, more extensively than ever. Accordingly, one theatre vies with another in patriotic alacrity to produce as many trans lations in as short a space of time as scissors, paste, pens, hands, and heads, can conveniently provide. At the principal theatres the leading purpose appears to be to present as ample an amount of excitement as can be safely administered during the dog-days. The thrilling and intensely powerful drama, as far as scenic representation and good acting contribute to effect, could hardly be better given than at the PRINCESS's, where Mr. Kean's acting in "The Courier of Lyons" is well supported by that of Mr. D. Fisher and Mr. Addison. The dandy villain of Mr. Fisher is a performance of much merit, one of the chief recommendations of which is its utter unconventionality. The horse-dealer of Mr. Addison is a character better illustrated than any of the previous assumptions of the same actor; his constant allusion to his progenitor's ownership of a celebrated racehorse being of itself characteristic. The latest importation is at the HAYMARKET, where "The Old Château" is to be scen. As far as furniture is to be considered, nothing can be better than the fitting-up of the old château; but to speak of it as being adapted to, as well as for, such a house as the Haymarket, would in effect be tantamount to believing in the sanity of the Emperor of Russia, the decision of Prussia's Monarch, or the civility of a cabman. No, no; the piece which requires the agency of a Mephistopheles like Lalunette, had better at once be consigned to-Mr. O. Smith, of course. Rather more suitable is "As Like as Two Peas," which, with Mr. Buckstone as the chief mover-and he does move your sides, et nulla error-is calculated to awaken anyone after a slumber produced by three heavy acts. As the amorous barrister, Mr. Buckstone is well played up to by Mrs. Fitzwilliam, Mrs. Buckingham, Mr. Compton, and Mr. Clark. But this, after all, entertaining as it is, must give place to "something more exquisite still." Even the prettiest of the pretty, handsomest of the handsome, and most bewitching of the bewitching, in London's great city, must sink into sheer insignificance, vanish into thin air, and entirely evaporate, by the side of Senora Perea Nena. She is a creature! Such steps, too, with that little foot. Dancing so entirely different to the French school is the Spanish, that comparison is out of the question. Why does not some patriot rise in the Commons, and move that to the list of Civil List Pensions just promulgated, there be added a grant to Mr. J. B. Buckstone-of a good round sum-for the service he has done his country in bringing over the Spanish Dancers? The feeling for our Gallic neighbours is made the most of by the manager of ASTLEY'S, who, instead of taking from the French, gives them a stage where they may share in the British triumphs achieved against Russia-on the boards, that is to say. In a really British manufactured piece, bearing the title of "The Cossacks! or, Vive la France, all these glories of war are shared in alike by French and English, who fraternize in the most approved manner. But the national tendencies of the patriotic lessee of "Europe's National Amphitheatre" do not stop here, as all those visitors with anti-Russian sentiments will not be slow to discover, if their domestic arrangements permit in their indulging in the luxury of the afterpiece. "Russia against Turkey" abounds in the most severe allusions to the Autocrat-conveyed in the most delicate manner imaginable, it is true; but still it cannot be denied that the dialogue is of the most caustic nature; perhaps it should burn, breathing of war as it does. If at any remote period peace should be proclaimed, it is to be hoped that the worthy director will not be overlooked after the desecration to which he has for so many nights held up the Emperor of Russia, and the immense amount of ammunition his forces have so continuously poured upon the heads (and bodies) of the Russians at Astley's. STATE OF THE ODDS, &c. SALE OF BLOOD STOCK. By Messrs. Tattersall, at Newmarket, in the July Meeting : The joint property of William Cookson, Esq., and the executor of the late David Holmes, Esq. : Mincemeat, 3 yrs., winner of the Oaks, 1854... GS. 850 210 Lady of Lyons, 2 yrs., by Flatcatcher, out of the Maid of Lincoln's dam HORSES IN TRAINING. ..... Blue Eyes, a chesnut filly, 2 yrs., by Chabron, out of Albania....... YEARLINGS: Sarcastic, a brown filly, by Chabron, out of Sarcasm.... BROOD MARES: 20 130 25 24 130 82 18 Sarcasm (the dam of Satirist), by Teniers, out of Banter (Touchstone's dam); with a colt foal by Chabron, and covered by him again...... 160 Albania, by Sultan, out of Marinella, by Soothsayer, out of Bess, by Waxy, &c.; with a colt foal by Chabron, and covered by him again.. Aquilonia, by Velocipede, out of Dido, by Whisker, out of Miss Garforth by Walton, &c.; covered by Chabron... Chabron (late Dromedary), by Camel, out of Fanny, by Whisker...... 130 A Brown Yearling Filly, by Conyngham, out of Earring; no engagement Runnymede's Dam, by Bran, out of Active, by Partisan, &c.. At Hyde Park Corner, on Monday, July 10th: 70 30 27 25. 19 14 The property of Lord J. Scott: Terrona, by Touchstone, out of Alice Hawthorne, &c. 140 50 Kirtle, by Sultan, out of Dulcinea, by Cervantes; with a colt foal by 35 The property of Mr. Reeves: .... Despatch, 2 yrs., by Pyrrhus the First, out of The Leading Article, by Marietta, by Young Sultan, dam Mary, by Friday, &c...... The Derby for 1856 has closed with 217 nominations, and the Oaks with 137. The close of the month has rather tended to reverse the current of popular opinion as expressed upon the St. Leger. King Tom, who had been gradually going out of favour, and Dervish as proportionately creeping into it, have now once again to change positions. This must be entirely attributable to the not very extraordinary performance of Lord Derby's horse at Good wood. His stable companion, Acrobat, may after all be the Leger horse; although his friends have hardly yet had time to forget their disappointment in the Derby So far he has done everything asked of him, and in very good style, too. The Trapper has plenty of friends who promise yet to increase in confidence; while Scythian and Marsyas are occasionally backed, and even Autocrat talked about. The Derby betting, which has been altogether more spirited than that on the Leger, touches chiefly on the recent winners-Bonnie Morn, Lord of the Isles, and, above all, on Lord Eglinton's son of Van Tromp, Dirk Hatteraick. Despite, however, the great promise evinced in this colt's performances, as well as in those of Bonnie Morn, Mr. Bowes is still thought to have another and a better than either in Græculus Esuriens, who continues quite as strong a favourite as when we left him last month. He has been backed heavily at times. The Flatterer has not been so much in demand; and another still from John Scott's string, introduced at the Corner as Dr. Cooke, has returned again to that undistinguished position from which he EMBELLISHMENTS. SIR CHARLES NAPIER, COMMANDER OF THE BALTIC FLEET. DRAWN AND ENGRAVED BY W. H. GIBBS. THE SHOOTING AND HUNTING INTERREGNUM.-BY MARTIN- THE RACING SEASON OF '54: AUGUST.-BY CRAVEN 226 227 |