M.W. D. D. First Quar., 7th day, at 9 min. past 7 morning. OCCURRENCES. 1 T Goodwood Cup Day. 2 F 3 S Deauville Races. 8 7 43 r 4 29 4Seventh Sunday after Trinity.s 7 40 5 M Canterbury Cricket Week. 6 T Carnarvon Regatta. r 4 32 2 morn. aftern. h. m. h. m. 2 31 2 55 8 51 3 18 3 41 | 39 19 4 3 4 25 4 46 5 7 510 11 5 27 5 48 610 38 6 12 6 33 7 6 58 7 20 811 39 7 45 8 14: 8 47 9 23 7 W Yorkshire Horse Show-Thirsk. r 4 35 8 T Cricket-All England at Richmonds 7 33 9 F Yorkshire Hound Show-Thirsk. r 4 38 9 10 S Morning. s 7 291012 16 9 5810 34 11S Eighth Sunday after Trinity. r 4 411112 59 11 12 11 42 12 M Grouse Shooting begins. 13 T Royal Victoria Regatta-Ryde. 14 W Stockton Races. 15 T Oxford Races. 16 FR. Victoria Y. C. 17 S Derby Regatta. 8 7 22 14 afternoon. [Cup.r 4 48 FRISES. 2 6225 Commodore'ss 7 1816 7 46 2 42 2 57 183 Ninth Sunday after Trinity. 19 M Hull Keel Regatta. 20 T Yearlings' Sale at Fairfield. 21 W York Races. r 4 5117 8 11 3 13 3 31 s 7 1418 8 36 3 47 4 3 r 4 5419 9 2 4 20 4 37 22 T Crkt.-All England v. Birkenheads 7 23 F Plymouth Races. 24 S St. Bartholomew. s 7 r 4 920 9 29 4 555 15 5721 10 0 5 34 5 52 522 10 36 6 14 6 37 r5 02311 19 7 17 32. 84840 8 7 124 Tenth Sunday after Trinity. r 5 27 T Dover Regatta. 28 W Weymouth Races. Morning 425 12 11 9 2110 3 s 6 57 26 1 11 10 4311 24 r 5 727 2 2111 59 29 T Lichfield Races. Tunbridge Racesr 5 10N SETS. 1 29 1 53 THE OMNIBUS. "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 brown horse." BRACEBRIDGE HALL. WAY BILL: -Derby, St. Leger, and Oaks Entries--Races of the MonthSales-Second Money-Jockey Suspensions-Dr, Grant-Carlisle Wrestling -Blood Sires at Bury-Fores's Derby Sketches-The Thirsk Show and Hound Entry-The late Sir Charles Monek. JULY has glided over without any perceptible ripple on its sporting surface, save the meeting between Leonie and Lady Elizabeth. As regards the "Soiled Dove case, Admiral Rous seems to have quite realized that stanza in the hymn of his childhood, which observes how "Birds in their little nests agree, And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and growl, and fight." It is said that, emulous of Cranmer and his shirt of fire, he has thrust that "unworthy right hand" with which he wrote those tremendous letters to the Times and the Gazette into an inkstand, and kept it there for hours as a penance; but we say emphatically that we don't believe it. Such a process would have entailed a longer time with soap and salts of lemons than he can spare from his Turf labours. At all events he has squared matters, shaken his antagonists by both hands, and will most probably publish no letters against Jockey Club chums in future until he has slept with them under his pillow for three whole nights. The Belgian invasion brought nothing sporting in its track; but, judging from the story which a paper told of one of "les braves seizing up a leg of mutton, and biting a large piece out of it on the voyage, he might have been backed with some chance of success for the leg-of-mutton-and-trimmings feat, in which our betting forefathers used to delight. There is nothing to be made out of Wimbledon. Like 98 out of 100, we take no interest in what goes on, because we do not understand the system of competition. "The rifle mind" says that it is delightfully intelligible; but surely it would be far more so if the different volunteer corps furnished their best men up to 128, and they were drawn in pairs—just as athletes are at a wrestling bout, or grey hounds in a cup-64 against 64 to begin with, at so many ranges, and so on, 32 couples, 16 couples, till a winner is arrived at. The last 16 to receive prizes of different value (which are now shot for separately) according to the round they were beat in. Outsiders could thus watch from day to day in the papers how the thing goes on, and how each local champion acquits himself, and who he will meet next. It might be made in this way as interesting to the whole country as the Waterloo Cup is to coursers; and there would be quite a rush down when the morning papers' return showed that two cracks would come together in a round. Of hunting news there is nothing to record, save that Carr, of the Herefordshire, is to hunt the Bedale, and that Wilson, late of the Essex, goes to the Quorn. They got a rare good man from the Roothings in John Treadwell eleven years ago, and we trust that they will be as lucky again. There are said to be plenty of foxes in Leicestershire, and the losses of lambs and poultry have been unusually heavy. Certainly the Quorn "Charlies" had a holiday of it during the last 35 days of the season, as only two-and-a-half brace were brought to hand. The old Berkshire Hound Show went off capitally. Mr. Starkey gave the dinner, and nine huntsmen, including Jack Goddard (who is not in commission yet), and a few other friends, were the guests. The Derby, St. Leger, and Oaks of 1869 average 243 entries each; and it is somewhat remarkable that the Derby should lead the St. Leger by 25, and the St. Leger have just a 50 advantage over the Oaks. The Marquis of Hastings comes out head in the Derby with 12, Mr. Naylor in the Oaks with 9, and the youthful Master J. F. Jackson in the St. Leger with 15. Singularly enough, the first on the youth's list is out of "Irregularity," which an entry by a minor would seem to be, according to racing law, without the proper securities. The Admiral's very civil letter to the Sporting Life on the point pleasantly indicates that he has made his peace with the press. Mr. J. Johnstone has evidently not put on his "considering cap" this year, as the Sheffieldlane yearlings appear with merely their pedigrees, and unblest with those sterling names (none of your Græculus Esuriens, Geant des Batailles, Torson d'Or, or Noyre Tauren) which he usually gives them. The Count Le Grange is adopting English names-to wit, Nelson and Banco-and we see that Nutbush's first-born has been named Nutbreaker. The buyers at Mr. Blenkiron's last sale had not much time to get out their dictionaries and gazeteers, and christen their animals; but Mr. Hobson had an inspiration, such as it was, when he called his 2,500 guinea colt Royal Head. He has paid royally for it, at all events; and, like many others, it may only "eat its own head off." One nominator has rather jumbled up his Scripture reminiscences, as he gave his colt the name of Tramp, and withdrew it for Agrippa, because it was out of Bernice! Tom Oliver has a namesake by King Tom out of Overreach, and so has George Osbaldeston, which does not exactly "go" as a horse's name. It is a puzzle to us, as it is to many others, why, when every owner thinks his yearling capable of winning one of the three great races, that so few comparatively are entered in them: thus, 1,625 colts and fillies were sent into Messrs. Weatherby during last November, and it is reasonable to assume that in July at least 1,300 were alive. The tables show that for the last seven seasons from 608 to 729 two-yearolds have run; so it is fair to infer that at least 800 are broken and put forward for racing. These entries are made before they can be tried; and yet, by an analysis of the entries of this year, we find that only 274 colts and 204 fillies are thought fit to run the risk of a pony forfeit or a pony p.p. There are twenty-four fillies in the Derby, and fifty in the St. Leger, and every one of them, bar Seclusion filly, Produce, and Lunette, are in the Oaks. Twenty-two colts which are entered in the St. Leger do not figure in the Derby entries, and among them four of Sir George Chomley's, who is quite the father of the Turf, now that Sir Tatton is gone. The only mistake we observe is in the nomination of Mr. Chaplin's Musjid-Symmetry colt-which is described in the St. Leger as being by The Marquis. This gentleman has a very neat adaptation in Candidate by Oxford, out of Candy; and so has Mr. G. Angell, in Loving Cup by Dusk, out of Chalice; and Lord Falmouth, in Flaxman, out of Flax. Glencoe has come up again, and so have the Provost and Sabreur. Lady Elizabeth, the heroine of the July Meeting, stands fifteen three. She has splendid shoulders and girth, wide hips, good quarters, and plenty of bone. The worst part of her is her temper, which will possibly increase, and help to stop her for a distance of ground next year. Formosa, the apple of Mr. Cookson's eye last year, is a nice square-set and blood-like mare, with a remarkably strong back. She is out of Eller, a small grey daughter of Ellerdale, which he purchased at the Londesborough sale. Mr. Cookson fully expected her to make a thousand at Doncaster, and was never more disappointed than when she stopped 300 gs. short of it. Suffolk walks very pottering. The stable declare that nothing is the matter with him; but the public don't quite take it in. Pearl Feather showed plenty of speed; but, like her sister Sunnylocks, she bids fair to be a jade. St. Ronan, the nag of whom so much is expected, is a splendid flatcatcher to look at-head and tail up, like his sire, and about sixteen hands high; but whether he will be a stayer, is a most doubtful matter. Hermit is going on all right, and has, we hear, laid on lots of muscle since the "invisible hand," which never ceased to torment his kidneys, has been got rid of. Poor Vauban will catch pepper from him at Doncaster; and those who can still believe in him, after seeing him shut up so unmistakeably at the Epsom stand, must be men of large belief. The great sale of the week was Viridis, of whose future prowess there have been mysterious whisperings all this season. Still, the price is thought enormous. She is a very fine, long mare, both in her middle and from the hip to the hock, with ragged hips, and rather leggy. The stable have taken pretty good care not to expose her, for some reason or other; and people will be curious to see the upshot of the "pig-in-the-poke sale." Newcastle, which has always been "a city of the dead" in the turf reading of the term, turned over quite a new leaf this year, and the Grand Stand receipts alone were £450 in advance of '66. The com mittee might well give a silver tea-service to the trainer of the winner of the Northumberland Plate to celebrate "a revival" in earnest. The Newcastle people declined to consider Fervacques a French horse. He carried the dear old Eglinton tartan, and he was a son of their dearly beloved "Unneyhand," and that was enough for them. It is no matter to anybody how they pronounced the name; they knew what they meant when they ran out from their hard boiled eggs in the tents and shouted lustily in his honour. After all, the name is nothing to that dreadful Géant des Batailles, which Lord Zetland will thrust on the ring. Why not Battle-axe at once, instead of leaving such a name to a wretched Great Unknown? One Newmarket backer has already nearly "dislocated his snapper" in his meritorious attempts to pronounce it. But we are forgetting Newcastle. Challoner was in great force, and scored half-a-dozen wins, as he did at Manchester. Still, all his fine handling of Fervacques did not avail to overhaul Taraban, who carried 10lb. less, in the North Derby; and thus John Scott's firm belief that there was something in his chesnut came true at last. The latter was coyly backed for the St. Leger at 20 to 1, and Yorkshire was truly delighted to find that Whitewall would not lack a Doncaster Moor champion. Fobert has now Mr. Eastwood's three-years-old and Watson his twos, as it was found impossible to train them in the Valley of the Hodder, and therefore the Spigot Lodge stable will not be short of St. Leger horses, as "run, run," is generally Mr. Eastwood's motto. The once clever little Rejoinder goes to Hopwood's at Hednes ford. Heseltine has won several races with horses trained in the Valley, but it was labour and sorrow getting them fit; and he could not cut himself in two and keep the training half at Ashton and the paddock one at Root. Mr. Buckley had that luck with Success at Worces ter which was denied him nearer home this year; and Trumpeter, who is full for next season, increased his winning score with Dulcet, whose sire and dam are both by Orlando. Hence she is closer bred than Friponnier, whose dam Tension by Teddington is dead. Surplice's stock, Cranbury and La Maudite, won two good handicaps, and made a tremendous head-and-head fight over the half-mile Flying Stakes. Previous to starting, Cranbury attempted to swim the Severn, and Payne had to fling himself off. Friponnier had a nice time of it at Stamford, and amply paid off Knight of the Garter over the flat, for his discomfiture on the Ascot Hill. Rampart, the winner of the Rutland Stakes, was out of a Sled mere mare, and Bismarck, the first of the present Sir Tatton's breeding, and Lecturer, about the last of the late Baronet's, scored both the cups. Evelina, 8st. llb., gave plenty of weight, and ran away from her field at Radcliffe so easily, that it is a sad pity that her paternity should be divided between Kettledrum and Hubert. The feature of Huntingdon was Challoner's rare win upon Jenny for the Hinching brook Stakes, and although Moulsey had no chance with Volunteer at a mile, he was able, at two, to give Rama 3lbs. easily; and Lecturer quite failed to give him two years and 2lbs. The Whitewall two-year-olds made only "a poor tew of it" on the first day of Pontefract, but Merry and Wise changed the face of affairs next day; and Comus, after trying ineffectually to star it as a lightweight carrier in the Ascot Hunt Cup, returned to the old heavy-weight business once more. Old Volunteer was in force over those pleasant |