EMBELLISHMENTS. REGALIA: WINNER OF THE OAKS, 1865. ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING BY HARRY HALL. AND THE REST AND BE THANKFUL: ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING BY A. COOPER, R.A. DIARY FOR AUGUST. THE OMNIBUS: CONTENTS. PAGE, WAY BILL-Sporting Traits of the Elections-The Islington Horse Show -Mems of the Month-Goodwood Cup Day-The Suffolkstreet Pictures-Dr. Murray and The Cure REGALIA: WINNER OF THE OAKS, 1865.-BY CASTOR THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF A PET SPANIEL. AN EXCURSION IN THE WESTERN HIGHLANDS.-BY 97 "HERE'S SPORT INDEED!". -BY LORD WILLIAM LENNOX. THE TURF REGISTER. Epsom-Uxbridge-Blaydon-Redditch-Chelmsford-Manchester-Wye-Maidstone - Ascot Beverley, Hull, and EastRiding-Liverpool-Hampton-Newton-Newcastle-upon-Tync-Odiham Bibury Club-Stockbridge-Curragh June-Newmarket July. H 4 4422 10 28 6 9 6 33 10 T Thames National Regatta. 11 F Wenlock Races. 12 S Grouse-shooting begins. 13 Ninth Sunday after Trinity. r r 4 48 24 Morning. 14 M Cricket: M.C.C. v. Sussex, Brighton.'s 7 22 23 11 12 18 F 19 S 6 59 7 26 7 58 8 33 9 13 9 56 r 4 51 26 12 56 10 38 11 19 20 Tenth Sunday after Trinity. 23 W 24 T Hastings Regatta. 929 4 afternoon s 7 7 112 25 12 52 1 18 1 41 22222 s 7 5 1 7 12 2 41 2 57 25 F Sale of the Rawcliffe Stud and Farm r 26 S 27 Eleventh Sunday aft. Trinity. r 5 7 28 M Cricket: All Engld., at Scarboro'.s 6 52 29 T Devon and Exeter Races. Tun-r 5 10 30 W Dover Regatta. [bridge Races. s 6 48 911 17 7 19 7 48 31 T Cricket: All England, at Bootle. r 5 13 1011 53 8 24 9 5 "There he sat, and, as I thought, expounding the law and the prophets, until on drawing a little nearer, I found he was only expatiating on the merits of a browu horse."-BRACEBRIDGE HALL. WAY BILL: -Sporting Traits of the Elections-The Islington Horse Show -Mems of the Month-Goodwood Cup Day-The Suffolk Street Pictures-Dr. Murray and The Cure. LADSTONE and Gladiateur seem the man and horse of the hour; and after such a feverish fortnight, electors cannot do better than adopt "the man's" counsel that they should "drink their own healths with three times three," and then fall back into their own particular grooves, be they racing or mercantile. Many of them could not get a chance when they were literally bursting with speech, so they rushed to the front of hustings and platforms, and held up their hands to calm the crowd. Nothing like thinking you do something! The way in which Mr. Mill forced the Westminster running in the early part of the race, and the Don John vigour with which Mr. Gladstone came, and "shut up" his great antagonist "like a knife" on the finance question, when Oxford (which has been such a Captain Armstrong to him since '47) let his head go, won the battle for the Liberals. The result of the first was that Lord Ranelagh was scratched, greatly to his own astonishment for Middlesex, because his party would not make stakes for him; and of the second that "Conservative Reaction" (Disraeli) broke down on all four legs, that fatal Friday, in the WestRiding, Herts, the North-Riding, and North Wilts. be. It will take many a corn field this harvest to restore the flour-paste which has been expended in placards and addresses. Strange to say, there are just the same election expressions that there were thirty years ago. Voters are still implored "to rush to the poll for your old and tried friend ;" and some elector is still dead certain to inquire in large letters on a dead wall, a day or two before the poll, "Are you to be free men? or the slaves of a selfish and unscrupulous clique? i, free, then vote for" Jones, Brown, or Thompson, as the case may For sheer hard fighting, the Lewes mob are at the head of the poll, and for dirty blue and yellow powder missles the mob at cannie Carlisle had it all to nothing. Candidates in future should wear a blouse on these hustings, as, judging from the unfailing supply, Cumberland hens must have a Downing-street prescience, and lay nothing for weeks before but rotten eggs, to be in readiness for a political contingency. One member in the West never explained his political views for a series of years, as the Cockermouth mob worked him on his hen-roost pro pensities, and clucked the whole time he was speaking, or inquire after his latest chicken cletches. A True Blue Carlisle saddler used to be sorely ill-treated, as every time he had a political utterance, either on the hustings or in the crowd, the same tormentor always rose with his "Sit doon, belly-band!" and down he went. The hardest delivery this month was at Cambridge, when a Liberal candidate was stopped in the middle of his invectives, with "Pray, sir, are you one of the original Christie's Minstrels ?" "Who's your hatter?" said the crowd to a Liberal " colt," when he was trying to read his speech out of his hat. "Who's your's?" was his rejoinder; "it's all very fine! If you think it's an easy thing making a speech just come up here and try"-the most sensible remark in his whole speech. In Yorkshire the crowd were very jocular, and offered "two to one bar one," at which Mr. Beaumont observed that the Orange candidates "intended to bar two," and they did it. Mr. Foljambe, junior, just suited the tykes, when he told them that his men were not entered in the Derby Stakes, but were going for the Great Yorkshire, and would run first and second. It's very seldom that the professional prophets with their "second strings" and their "cock-boats" give the tip so well. The crowd consulted the candidates personally about t'Leger, and made things much pleasanter than a Cumberland one. Of the three leading "colts," two of them won their engagements "Little Milton" seemed to have had a good rough and tumble training in the Rocky Mountains, as he was never headed from end to end. Gladstone junior was only a middling second at Chester. He showed temper and savaged another horse, Fenton, in the Liberal stable, all the way. In fact, he sorely wanted what Bromielaw got over the same Deeside course, a few good "side binders" from some political Custance to keep him straight. As for Lord Amberley, his action is too showy and expensive, and he wants to go nearer the ground before he can do a good thing. He is only of a small sort, and yet thinks himself up to any weight among aged horses. The Edinburgh Tories tried to make a joke at Mr. Merry's expense, viz, that he offered to bring in a bill to abolish the "Decalogue;" but much they believe it! The most pungent questions put to him were, first, "Are you aware that a bill has been brought in to allow illegitimate children to heir their father's property?" To this the "Our Jim" of Scotland gave a most practical answer, that precious few illegitimate children. knew who their fathers were. The next question embodied a desire to hear his opinion on this year's Derby. To this "Our Jim" replied, that it was a very bad Derby for him; but that he hoped to win it next year for the honour of Scotland, and more especially of the Falkirk Burghs. A paper said very solemnly that Sir F. Halliday was the "accepted" of the Liberal committee, but Mr. Merry (as good a Liberal as ever voted with Mr. Gladstone or dined with Lord Palmerston) soon let him know that he might as well have stopped in the stable, as he cut him down from start to finish, and won, hands down, with 260 or so to spare. The South Northamptonshire was also a very fine finish, Lord Frederick Fitzroy making all the running, and being gradually caught and beaten by each Tory in turn close at home. The only dead heat was in Dumbartonshire, and the only false start was on the part of The Standard (which always used red-ink underscorings when it was pleased with the telegrams) as it gave the nine o'clock returns for East Surrey the night before the election. East Surrey was, after all, the finest race, as the Liberals suffered" from the start, and never fairly reached their horses till past three o'clock The finest rush was that of Mr. Colville's in Derbyshire, which brought him just on the post into "second money ;" and at Ipswich, Cobbold got up in the last stride. Like the Alexandra Racing Company (of which he was chairman), Lord Fermoy was regularly chopped down from the post in Maryle bone. Things in the House (which has lost its finest imitator of a cock and other living animals) will go on pretty much the same. The Liberals, owning no whip, and as unmanageable, except on very great questions, as a set of Bashi Bazouks, and the Tories again saving the Church and Constitution, as (according to themselves) they have been doing twice at least on an average during the session, ever since '29. Since the same date our beloved country has been regularly doomed to hopeless ruin from the same quarter before the passing of every great Liberal measure; but some how or other that event don't come off. The elections have made a fine response to the appeal of the eldest member of the Jockey Club, who wished for a proof of renewed confidence in the 81st year of his age. He certainly deserved it, for on the very morning that the first blow was struck, he entered a colt for the Derby of '67. Young Glory" declared that he was not dispirited by the result of his election, and "intended to train on over the North Wilts downs," and we trust that the real "Old Glory" of Hampshire may take his breathings in the House of Commons for some sessions to come. He had to take the bit and race for it at Tiverton, when he little expected it. About 200 new or ex-ex members are in the House, so that the Speaker will have his hands full What will they do without the fine tuition of the Yorkshire Herr Van Joel, more especially now that the original Herr is dead. 66 It was "Lusk here, Lusk there, and Lusk everywhere" as we passed on our way to merry Islington, once so famous for its cheese-cakes and cream. Never had man, let alone alderman, been so reckless of paste, paper, and flowers of speech. His name in eighteen-inch letters confronted us on baths, dead-walls, omnibuses, as well as the breasts and backs of dreary-faced "sandwiches" at 2s. a-day. Well might his supporters say, "my word! but Andrew is going it!" He had all his Guildhall English out for an airing. "The sinews of war," as he observed, "are the pillars of peace; and not content with the plain old word "sets," he had broken out (or his secretary for him) in praise of "an empire on which the sun never ceases to shed its ray." As for Phillips the coal merchant, his whole efforts were addressed to "lovely woman." The sex were implored to put the screw on their brothers, and husbands, and in token of such services, real or imaginary, when their Phillips declared himself once more at Sadler's Wells, there were "private boxes reserved for ladies." Poor Cox was dying rapidly of "pencil," or rather "Stansfeld fever," and the noble author of that phrase had just been described most irreverently as "an elderly gentleman in a billy-cock." If that isn't "a breach of privilege" which he is bound to notice, we should like to know what is? Amid such conflicting political emotions, we reached the Hall at last. It was five minutes to ten then, and no signs of the judges, and bets were freely offered that one at least of the three noble lords on the bloodhorse bench had not left his bed. Captain Barlow, Mr. Thurnall, and a few more of the early birds had been there long before us, and so was Captain Percy Williams, that back-bone of the English horse and hound bench. Twelve special seats had been courteously provided by Mr. Sidney for the press, close by the ring, and great was the comfort thereof. In the middle of the ring was an embroidered notice that |