15 sovs Miss Arbuthnot, by Simoom out of Fortress (untried), 2 yrs. .... Filly by Stanton out of Boletas ......... ................. S. Scott has bought Calculating Tom, The Houri, Canada, Parga, and The Shock (all yearlings) from Mr. Drinkald, and they have gone into his stables, at Houghton Down. Mr. Bevill has sold Garforth to Mr. Stratton, for 300 gs. ; Mr. J. Adkins Ruby to Mr. E. R. Clark; Mr. Fenning Michaelmas Maid to Mr. Mare, for 350 gs.; and Lord Londesborough Don John to go to America. Lord Glasgow has purchased a yearling colt, The Prairie Birdcatcher (Brother to Bird on the Wing), of Mr. Wright, of Richmond, for 500 sovs., with contingencies. Mr. Greville retires from the Turf, and Mr. W. Dilly gives up training, With two Commissioners hard at work in the present number, to ring the changes of the month, and a long list of sales " to follow," we shall not have much to say on either the Leger or Derby. For the former it now only seems a question as to what Lord Derby shall declare to win with the spoilt child of the family-Dervish? the hardly-used Acrobat? or the rank roarer, Boiardo? So far, it will be seen, the show of hands is all for him who can make most noise—no uncommon occurrence, perhaps. Now King Tom has resigned, The Trapper, Scythian, and the Knight of St. George appear the most dangerous of those likely to go to the post. Midsummer, however, has a strong northern party ; and Hannibal, whose Irish performances have been nearly as bad as they can be, has made his appearance at “ The Corner," where some adventurous admirer backed him for a pony. The result of the Derby doings speak to the increasing favour for Bonnie Morn, and his admirers are looking forward with no little anxiety to his “collision ” with Dirk Hatteraick, and perhaps Lord of the Isles, at Doncaster. If he gets safely over it, we shall no doubt see him the “ senior wrangler” throughout the winter. THE ST. LEGER. (Run September 13). THE DERBY 1855. RECOLLECTIONS OF THE LATE SAM CHIFNEY.-BY ZINGANEE 231 THE PERSPECTIVE OF OUR NATIONAL SPORTS.-BY A MEMOIRS OF SPORTING IN FRANCE.-BY ACTÆON HUNTERS AND HUNTING MEN.-BY HARRY HIEOVER. TURF PENCILLINGS.-BY THE DRUID . EARNEST ATHERLEY; OR, SCENES AT HOME AND ABROAD. Full Moon, 6th day, at 36 min. past 7 afternoon. First Quar., 28th day, at 4 min. past 7 afternoon. | Sunl | Moon HIGH WATER OCCURRENCES. rises and rises & London Bridge. sets. sets. morn. aftern. h. m. d. / h. m. h. m., h. m. is irteenth Sun. aft. Trinity. r 6 2 9 MSFTS, 8 35 9 25 2 M Pheasant Shooting begins. s 5 35 10 0 14 10 1511 0 3 T Chester Races. Biggar C. M. 511 1 4211 45 No tide 4 W Huggate Coursing Meeting. S 5 3112 3 8 0 15 0 45 5 T Wrexham Races. Border C. M. r 6 913 4 32 1 5 1 30 6 F Carrick-on-Suir Races. s 5 26 F RISES 1 50 2 10 Ir 6 12 15 6 7 2 85 Sebenteenth Sun, aft. Trinity's 5 22 16 6 24 3 9M Newmarket Second October M. r 6 1517 6 44 3 10 T Casarewitch Stakes Day. s 5 1718 7 10 11 W Caledonian Hunt Races. r 6 19 19 7 43 s 5 13 20 8 27 13 F r 6 22 21 9 21 14 S Ardrossan Coursing Meeting. s 5 92210 25 6 15 Cighteenth Sun. aft. Trinity.r 6 25 23 11 34 8 0 16 M Wiltshire Champion Coursing M. s 5 424 Mornine. 9 30 10 15 17 T Warwick Races. Curragh Races. r 6 2925 0 4610 55 11 30 18 W Richmond Races. Bendrigg C.M.s 5 026 2 0 No tide Midnight 19 T Caledonian Coursing Meeting. r 6 3227 3 13 0 20 0 45 20 F s 4 5628 4 28 1 0 1 20 21 S r 6 36 N SETS 1 35 1 50 229 Rineteenth Sun, aft. Trinity.'s 4 52 1 5 13 2 5 2 25 23 M Newmarket Houghton Meeting. r. 39 2 5 33 24 T Cambridgeshire Stakes Day. s 4 48 3 5 59 25 W Crispin. ir 6 43 4 6 38 3 50 4 10 26 T North Berwick Coursing Meet. 4 44 5 7 29 4 304 27 F r 647 6 8 36 5 15 5 35 28 S St, Simon and St. Jude, s 4 40 7 9 59 29 S Twentieth Sun. after Trinity. r 6 50 811 25 7 5 7 45 30 M Cashel Races. s 4 36 9 Morning 8 35 9 20 31 T Worcester Races. Ir 6 5410 0 50 10 510 50 RACES IN OCTOBER. Tramore ................... 9 Carrick-on-Suir........... 61 Warwick Autumn ....... 17 2 Newport ... .. 9 Richmond 30 Handsworth ..... Newmarket Second October 9| Newmarket Houghton Meet. 29 Kelso .................... 8 | Irish Metropolitan......... 9 Limerick ..... Sherborne ............. 3 | Ruthin .................. 10 | Down Royal ....... ....... 24 Yorkshire Union Hunt,..... 5 Caledonian Hunt ......... 11 | Cashel .............. Wrexham ................. 5 Curragh .................. 17 | Worcester Autumn ........ 81 COURSING MEETINGS IN OCTOBER. Biggar (Open) ............ 3 Ardrossan ..............5 & 6 Caledonian (Open) ....19, &c. Southern-Cork ............ 3 Wiltshire Champion....16, &c. Dalry & North Ayrshire 25 & 26 Combermere ............3 & 4 | Market Weighton ......17. & Sonth Lancashire, SouthHuggate....... 4, 5 & 6 | Baron Hill, Beaumaris..18 & 19 į port ..........25, 26 & 27 Border .................5 & 6 Blackpool ............18 & 19 North Berwick and Dirleson 26 Aberdeenshire ..........6 & 6 Bendrigg .............18 & 19 Scorton ..............26, &c. RECOLLECTIONS OF THE LATE SAM CHIFNEY. BY ZINGANEE. CHAPTER FIRST-NEWMARKET. " 'Tis sixty years ago." WAVERLEY. We were lately killing a little time in a circulating library, when we stumbled on the biography of our greatest English entomologist, who died at the age of ninety. Making allowance therefore for infancy, he must, to judge from his published sentiments, have lived for nearly seventy years in an insect world of his own. The lamp of his zeal never waxed dim. A year or two before his death, he was seen trudging forth with his lantern into the wood behind his parsonage, to learn if the Formica rufa (red ant) really worked or shut up at midnight ; and he was in perfect extasies, one afternoon, when he found a golden bug sporting on the window-sill. Half a century before, he had shewn equally strong emotions, when he discovered something of the same genus, “but new to me," on his stocking, at a little inn in Norfolk. A sociablo gig-ramble of a month, which he had undertaken through some of the eastern counties, with a friend (after whom he had christened several insects), caused him to be dressing there on that memorable morning, and brought him on the evening of July 3rd, 1797, to the friendly portals of “The Ram," at Newmarket. The incidents of the visit are thus handled in his journal : " July 3rd. --Arrived at Newmarket 6 P.M., where The Ram, wide opening its ravenous maw, stood to receive us. We regale ourselves, after an expeditious journey, upon a comfortable cup of tea, and then take a walk to the race-course, as far as the stands By the way, wo observe Centaurea calcitrapa plentifully. At some distance, we see the Devil's Dyke; and terrified with the prospect, retreat with hasty steps to supper. Soham cheese very fine, July 4th. On going into the quadrangle of this magnificent inn, I observed a post-chaise, with episcopal insignia ; it belonged to our worthy diocesan. On the panel of the chaise door, I take a new Empis." Having thus violated the sanctuary of a bishop's carriage, and stowed their victim in the specimen-box, they seem to have taken a detour of two or three days, during which they slew a Tabanus bovinus, which had bitten the gig horse till it was covered with blood. Their next Newmarket entry is as follows: “ July 6th.-Left Cambridge early. A little before eight we reach the Devil's Dyke: we dismount to look for insects, and find in vast abundance the Scarabæus ruricola of Fabricius, and the Scarabeus dariabilis of Mainbam. This unexpected success acted as a cordial and reviver to our spirits. Once more enter • The Ram,' and here breakfast; and after settling our new colony of Scarabæi in their boxes, set off again for Barton Mills.” We carefully copied these quaint remarks into our pocket-book; and our reflections on them, as we strolled home, were on this wise :--First, we thought what a mercy it was these sages were not challenged for touts, and how very little the trainers would have believed in them and their mild explanations. Again, we felt not a little nettled that they should have passed through Newmarket when George the Third was king, and yet handed nothing down to posterity, but a few enthusiastic reflections on its inn and its insects. Alas! they wot not, poor harmless souls! of the high-bred sportsmen and the sound-lunged steeds, who had so often terrified their Scarabæi, as they galloped over that heath. At the very time when this great beetle-digging match came off over its Bunbury Course the Racing Club of the “little town in Suffolk" was in its very hey-day of renown. The ink with which Boswell had chronicled its glories was scarcely dry when he became acquainted with Dr. Johnson ; and if the grave had not but just claimed him, the incidents of another five-and-thirty years might have now furnished him with ample materials for an additioral canto. The troubled state of the continent prevented its patrons from roving away in quest of Parisian novelties and Italian skies; and hence the axle-trees of the Chesterford post-chaises were seldom allowed to cool during eight months of the year. Nearly every trainer was a private one, and out of the three or four hundred nags who (until Robson introduced the eight o'clock plan) took their breathings at four in the morning and four in the afternoon, at least half were stout enough to be matched at high weights, over the D.I., or enter the lists for a B.C. plate. Very few two-year-olds were then trained, but yearlings were at times called upon to exhibit, over their especial 2 fur. 52 yds. course on the Flat. Matching was the very heart-blood of the meetings, and when ten or twelve choice souls, each with the spirit of a Bedford or a Glasgow, met in earnest round the Club decanters, both jockeys and trainers knew that there would be heavy work cut out for them before dawn. Five harvest moons had waned since the merry heart and splendid presence of “George Guelph” had ceased to enliven these revels. The Newmarket breakfast tables were no longer on the qui vive for the news of some fresh practical joke which had been played off by him at the Club overnight. No French Prince had now to be coaxed vigorously for twelve hours before he would forgive the royal thrust, which sent him suddenly over-head into the pond before its windows, as he bent forward to examine “ de beautiful fish of gold;"and even Bow-street Townsend had ceased to look grim and discomfited, when the wags would persist in asking him, if he had “found the door key?” The royal string of twenty-five was no longer to be seen issuing out of the Palace stables, with their lads in scarlet liveries, and streaming across the Flat, or up the Bury hill, in Indian-file ; and a massive but finely-formed outline, in an over-coat with a fur collar, was no longer dimly descried at the ending post by Samuel Chifney, as he rode the trials at five o'clock, on a grey September morning. The bitterness with which some, who were all smiles to the Prince's face, commented behind his back on the running of Escape, had driven bim in disgust from the spot, with a hasty yow that it should know him no |