decidedly rustic, the tendency is certainly towards the costume of an acrobat. Park, of Cockermouth, and one or two others, went "the whole hog" in that direction, Park's costume being flesh-coloured tights, with green satin breeching. Jamieson and Dick Wright, whom Londoners know well, came together in the fourth round. They had many encounters before issue was finally joined. Dick began to show play rather merrily when they first met; and Jamieson thereupon threw forward his chest. This had the effect of putting Dick into a bad position; and to slip holds was deemed advisable. Similar tactics were pursued in several bouts. At length came the tug of war. Dick was first on the move, Jamieson keeping himself as immovable as possible. Jamieson lifted Dick; but the Longtown champion came down steady on his pins, and, with a movement quick as thought, put in a chip, and laid the mountain low, the wonder of the spectators being that so slight a movement could move such a mass of humanity.

Dick "gat hod" in the next round of Blair, the Saul, son of Kish, of the day; but the long 'un, to quote our historian, "soon began to dance under the vigorous grasp of Dick, and never settled down steadily on his legs before Dick drew him to his knee." Dick "frae the Langtoun" and Mat Lee of Lyneside were the last standers; but Mat was rather out of practice, and the lighter of the twain. "When they first grappled, they got low holds, and Dick attempted to get Mat on the move; but Mat, finding the quarters becoming too close to be pleasant, managed a slip, and saved disaster. Another en. counter ended in the same way, Dick finding it impossible to do any thing with his skilful opponent. In a fourth bout Mat played well, and tried to swing Wright; but fourteen stones were rather too heavy for him, and another slip ensued. In the fifth meet Mat put in the hank; and, both men tuinbling together, the umpires declared it a dog-fall. When they closed for the sixth and last time, for the first final fall, Dick showed more active movement, and put Mat down with the back-heel. After a short pause, the men met again, to contest the second of the final falls. Mat swung Dick; but this made the holds so high, that a slip ensued. The men joined issue again, when Dick at once put in the back-heel, and pulled Mat over; and, having thus won two falls in succession, he was declared the winner."

This over, the spectators adjourned to the races for four hours, and at six came back to the ring for the Consolation Stakes. Next morn ing, at half-past nine, 90 nine-and-a-half-stone men were ready; and two more, who had challenged each other, were taken to the scale, found over weight, and "blown out" by the umpire's trumpet. The celebrated John Tiffen, of Dearham, won; and he and William Park were loudly clapped by the eleven-stone men, who stood ready stripped for their own bout. Tiffen got rid of his man once with a cross-buttock, and again with a click; and, for the sixth time in suc cession, in his native town, did Jim Scott vanquish the eleven-stone men, who mustered 140 this year. Old Jonathan Whitehead did not survive the third round, although his left and stroke from the right were nearly as fine as ever in the second. Allison of Weardale, Bob

Lee, and "Clogger" Armstrong of Carlisle, and the renowned Tom Davison, also came up to grapple with the new blood sent from the west of the county and the representatives of Weardale. Powley of Liverpool wrestled in very fine style, and it was said that even Scott was afraid of him; but Jem gave him one of his clean and indisputable cross-buttocks, and, after being swung and hiped once by Lawson in the last round, put on the fatal cross-buttock twice, and won. When all was over, the horses were being saddled for the Athletic Stakes, which is given by the Wrestling Committee; so that the two sports work most harmoniously together.

"Rataplan" did his part well as clerk of the course, and got no less than 39 horses to the post, or nine more than last year. Mr. Eastwood sent four; and Buttercup was in the town, but did not go. Those who observe local coincidences thought it curious that Evelina should run away after the Corby Castle Stakes, and deposit Cameron in Catholic-lane. Master Butterfly cut up fearfully; but Lord Hastings ran a wonderfully game horse; and, although he lacks pace, he will be found struggling on in the Leger when other favourites, of far higher pretensions, have come to grief. He was not fresh enough for "the guineas" on the second day, when Sundeelah, the last of the memorable five at Newcastle, fairly turned the tables on to El Cid, who has, like his brother Fandango, "a notion of staying." Mr. Sharpe took two races with Shamrock, whom Dr. Shorthouse declared, in a letter to the Times in 1865, to be the best yearling sold in England that year. The Cumberland Plate was one of Mr. Johnson's finest "Guesses at Truth ;" and there was not much more than three-parts of a length between the first three. The third was War, whom a critic recently recommended Mr. Bowes to paint black, and sell for a hearse. But for a bad start, Evelina would have infallibly won the Athletic Stakes; and some of the listers took care to give themselves a good start, and skedaddled over the sands whenever things went wrong. Dean Close had not skedaddled, but gone on his summer trip; but he has been completely knocked out of time in the matter, and there was no Anti-Swifts oration this year. He has learned to appreciate the Cumbrian saying, "We think nowt till yon chap," so he reserves his thunder for the pipe and the pewter, and "Rataplan" concocts his programmes in peace.

The law of shows is very mysterious. Some counties can get any number of blood-sires into the ring for a £10 prize; and yet, when the Royal Agricultural Society offers £100, £50, and £25, it could not muster more than seven, or £25 per horse. They belonged to five men, and one of them, Lord of the Dale, did not come after all. Captain Barlow's chesnut, False Alarm, by Trumpeter-one of the nicest models to build a hunter after, that we have seen for some years-defeated Scottish Chief for the head prize; and, as no third prize was given, for lack of ten entries, Mr. King's Ratcatcher, by Rataplan, was made the reserve number. The winner had come to grief a fortnight before, at Fakenham, where a singlehanded judge from the Midlands had placed the roarer, Mr. Stiggins, who has no stamp whatever, before him. But we remember one judge out of three trying to throw over a white heifer (which was really

Beauty's Butterfly) for a third-rate steer, at Rugby; and, as Vir once won one if not two prizes, it does not do to be astonished at anything. The head winners in this class, beginning at the Lincoln Show, 1854, are Loutherbourg, Ravenhill, British Yeoman, Hobbie Noble, Spencer, Hunting Horn, Dagobert, Nutbourne, Ellington, Neville, Laughing Stock, and Motley. Last year there was no show.

The Robinson blood returned to Capt. Barlow with £30 usury, and his Silverlock, who was nursing a fine young Surplice, came to the front for the hunter-mare prize. Rainbow and Breeze had also Surplice pledges at their foot. The three prize-takers were all browns; but the second had a sour head and a low loin; and the third, bred by the late Dick Gurney, was bad and small. Quicksilver Shales, the winner at Islington, was only commended, among the hackney sires; and the good house of Overman, whose name will ever be connected with the Norfolk cob and "the Norfolk covenant," was first for the hackney mare. The splendid heavy-weight-hunter prizelist-£75, £50, and £25-only brought seventeen to the scratch. The Yorkshire-bred Master of Arts beat Voyageur, who is greater in still life than in motion; and Herefordshire, whose horse-breeding has been rather jeered at, came third with Mountain Dew, by Era, dam by Windhound, who was third to Voyageur at the Bath and West of England show. The same owner split Mr. Gee's Tom and The General, in the next class, with Denmark, an own brother to the above. The reserved number, in the latter class, was a chesnut by Sir John Barleycorn, out of that celebrated old Marigold, the hunting Prunella of Yorkshire. They talk of

"Norfolk, land of pony cobs

And Brobdignag umbrellas;"

We shall no doubt see

but still the pony entries were only scant. two of the winners-Steward and Dunbar-reappear at Tattersall's on the next Milward Monday.

The Derby Day has found a rare pencil-interpreter in "Phiz," whose long-promised plates have been recently published by Messrs. Fores. The etchings are eight in number, and recall every incident of the days when "puffing Billies" were almost unknown in Surrey, and when the followers of Attila or Cotherstone had either to walk down, or put trust their in horse flesh. The best-drawn horse is one in the break of "The Plot Thickens," and the Hill, with the departed "Jerry" in the foreground is quite as full of character as Frith's R.A. In the Start, we see the well-known Hawley and Blink Bonny colours, which have been so often a terror to the ring, as they descended into "the fatal dell." The foreshortening in the plate which represents the course leaving is capital; and as for the two levanters, they tell their tale as plainly, in every line of their wriggling bodies, as the celebrated Silenus of which a great critic said that "every line is drunk." The scene in Clapham-Clapham, beloved of Wilberforce and Thornton-is very grand. Lobster-salad bas done its work; and nearly every one, from the Happy Joe

sitting, great and glorious, among the debris of his vehicle, to the sportive pair with the false noses, realises the motto

"Like the gods together, careless of mankind."

The Yorkshire Show at Thirsk next month promises to be a firstrater. Sixteen acres of the race-course, including the grand stand, &c., have been taken off for the purpose, and thus a most beautiful "yard" is obtained. The entries are so large, and the general arrangements so liberal, that there is not an inch of ground to spare. The judging ring is larger than it was at York last year, and another trial-ring has also been provided for horses which are being inspected by customers.. Sixpence a time is charged for the use of it, and it is provided with a jump of a novel description, which cannot possibly lame a horse, however clumsy he may be. Implements, Sheep, Pigs, and Poultry will be there in great abundance, and lots of Horses, upwards of a hundred of which will be in boxes and three hundred in stables-which is quite a new arrangement. The stalls are very roomy, comfortable, and secure, and there is a ten-feet road-way behind. By this arrangement, a person may take his catalogue and pass through the stables from No. 1 to 300 without interruption. The Hound Show will occupy the Betting. Enclosure; and the seats are raised as they were last year, but roofed in this time. "The flags" are only flags in name, and really a flooring of red bricks, which look much better.

Of hounds the

entries are excellent, and number 43 couple in all. There are 12 couple of young dog-hounds, and 10 of young bitches, 9 couple of stallion-hounds, &c. Lords Poltimore and Macclesfield, Captain Williams, Mr. Williamson, Mr. Millbanke, and "Squire" Bell will be on the bench. The show-yard is exceedingly pretty, and the Thirsk people are going into decorations, triumphal arches, &c. All the neighbouring gentry will fill their houses, and there is a hope that the Prince will look in on his road to the Moors. Such is the magnitude of the preparations, that Mr. Parrington "adjourned the house" from York to Thirsk about the middle of July, and has been busily engaged there ever since. We hear that he has also received a retainer to conduct the general arrangements of the Horse Department at the Great Centenary Show at Manchester. Some other horse-shows might be better of such a director.

Sir Charles Monk had been an absentee from the Turf for some four seasons, and he was never at anytime a very hot supporter of it. He had the old blood at Belsay, and he liked to see it run in "a quiet sort of way," and made his racing pay, not by an aggregate of sweepstakes, picked up here and there, but really good handicaps. Twinkle by Orvile was the "mother of the Gracchi" in his case, and her daughter Cast Steel by Whisker carried on the family tree. The first horse that made his "white body and scarlet sleeves" famous was Galanthus, the winner of the first Great Yorkshire Handicap, who afterwards formed, if we mistake not, a county alliance for one season with old Beeswing. The Chester Cup with Vanity, the Champagne with Vindex and Prelude, the Great Ebor with Vandal, and the Metropolitan with Gadabout, were all his racing landmarks; and Gossamer, Vanity,

Flattery, Vanish, Gardener, and Vanguard, who won one of his best races when Sir Charles had written a post too late to say that he was not to be sent to Newcastle for it, did their duty to the exchequer. He was also third for the Oaks with Gossamer, second for the One Thousand with Hepatica, and second for the Great Yorkshire with Gamester, who must have been very short of speed not to beat Napoleon. However, Doncaster "corrected" this short head defeat, and in 1859 Sir Charles did what no man of eighty had ever yet done, or perhaps ever will do again—win his maiden St. Leger, leaving Napoleon to walk in at the wrong end; and poor Peck couldn't see it at all. The baronet was rather shifty about his trainer, and John Scott, Tom Dawson, and Osborne all had a turn for him, and all did well. For a time he was " confederate" with Lord Zetland in Gossamer, who was ridden by Job Marson in the "spots" for the Oaks; and then his coachman trained, and his groom Ewart rode Vindex, and on the strength of his success gradually did all that was required. Vinder was thought at one time to be the flyer of the year, and great were the lamentations over his not having a Derby nomination. He ran well enough as a two-year old when his temper let him get well off, but no horse could be more uncertain. Next year he beat Kingston for the Newcastle Cup-a victory worth having, as the "Knight of the Silver Hair" had finished first for the Northumberland Plate that week, as a four-year-old, with 8st. 7lbs. Sir Charles was a good antiquarian, and a very active magistrate-so active, in fact, that he was once for forcibly locking up a door between the Newcastle Courts, just in consequence of some little misunderstanding between county and town. However, Judge Whiteman soon set that straight, and with an energy most remarkable for him, declared that if it was not opened instantly, he would send for a smith, and have it broken open, and report the offenders to the Home Secretary. Sir Charles was always a guest with his nephew, at Wheatley, during the Doncaster week, and was once a most regular attendant on the Moor; but we had not observed him and his fine eagle-beak for some four or five seasons. He was twice married, and had a large family by his first wife; but he died wifeless and childless, and is succeeded by his grandson. He was eighty-eight and a-quarter when he died, so that he had not quite attained the years of Sir Tatton.