pretty, and Towton is very racing-looking, and a true son of Melbourne, but with no very great power about him.

Friday put the seal on to the most splendid meeting ever held on the Doncaster Town Moor. Bird-on-the-Wing looked very light and “ tucked up,” but she beat her three companions from end to end. Caloric was decidedly“ big” and pretty, and had not a ghost of a chance. Hobbie Noble was somewhat in the same condition, but he has not looked better this year, and we believe that nothing but a disappointment when he attempted to get the inside at the distance made the race so fine as it was ; Marlow rode him with very great skill; he is decidedly the handsomest specimen of the Pantaloon and Phryne liaison. Corybantes had been beat from the very post in the Eglinton Stakes, and Charlton had been even taken off him to ride Pelion, and yet this next day he started with a snug 7st. 4lbs., and won the Nursery Stakes in a canter, having made his own running against the best field which has been seen at Doncaster for many a year. He is a very racing strong-backed horse, but his heels seemed fearfully cracked and tender. This was only the prelude of another triumph for the “ cherry jacket” in the Cup, which excited the most intense interest. Newminster was a very dull edition of his 1851 self; while Nancy looked very well, and stepped along in her short paddling style, though she never “ coomed a nigh” in the race ; and Kingston, who is perhaps the handsomest horse in England, was everything that could be desired. Some would have it that he was large, but few men make fewer mistakes than Stebbings in getting his horses ready to a day. Teddington looked as proud and upstanding as ever, and none the worse for Warwick. An unfortunate trial contretemps just before the Derby had temporarily deprived Job Marson of the riding for the stable, and he consequently did not look near Goodwood ; but had he gone there he would, we believe, have had the Cup mount. The confidence of his backers was very much increased when they once more saw Job “ up,” as they considered that he knew the horse's powers better than any one else, and therefore dared to bring them out, and remembered the nerve and power with which he just pulled him through in his celebrated Mountain Deer struggle. The two cracks laid close to each other, and having eyes for nothing else during the whole of the race, and when Hungerford's bolt was shot away they came, six lengths from the ruck, and ran a match home. Teddington never flinched one inch under very severe punishment, and Job succeeded in getting him level with his opponent at the centre of the stand, and just sending him home first by a neck. It was, in fact, a much finer race than the Dutchman and Voltigeur's, and was run in ten seconds less, although the winner's old friend, The Ban, did the trick in four seconds less still. He has thus, in the space of ten days, “ walked into” both his Goodwood conquerors, and still the result proves that the complaints about Butler's “ shy? riding of him there were unfounded. At 25lbs. for his year, and not in quite tip-top form, he was beaten there by a length and a quarter ; and here, at 6lbs. better terms, and as “ fit as a fiddle,” he just wins by a neck ; the distance, however, was 234 yards further in this instance. He was fearfully spurred on the near side, and was greeted with tremendous cheers on his return to scale ; but it was very plain that the cheers were meant for his jockey, whom every one was right glad to see once more hoisting his triumphant Derby banner. As Argus truly says, " He may err as a man, but he is faultless as a jockey.” The winner is high both in the shoulders and loins, and somewhat inclined to droop in his back, and possessed of calf knees. Marson declares that he never rode a sounder-lunged horse, and it is difficult to say whether speed or bottom is his forte. In his best day The Dutchman would have been sadly puzzled to beat him, albeit the Middleham men declare that there never was such a horse on their Moor. The cup was simply a handsome group of figures on a pedestal, very spirited, but rather hurriedly finished. In old times it used to be a regular “ flagon of honour," which was handed round full of mulled wine at the race-ball ; it was then washed out, and handed round again by Mr. Lockwood, and often filled to the brim with “ fivers,'' one pound notes, and sovereigns, as contributions to the Cup of next year, the balance of the 300 guincas being made up by the stewards. By some arrangement or other, Birdon-the-Wing never showed for the Doncaster Stakes, and Longbow had therefore nothing to do but give Alfred the Great the go-bye when he liked. It is a very unique circumstance that a stake of eighty 10 p.p. subscribers, with £100 added, and £50 for second horse, should be 80 slightly honoured. Lord Glasgow's colt only pulled through his Match by very nice riding ; he is a pretty animal, with straight thighs, and very unsound legs. Lord Eglinton's outcast Anchises, or the Gipsey colt, might either have saved second money in the 200 guineas Stakes, but they did not come, and therefore Greyleg, own brother to Hernandez, was telegraphed for to Newmarket the night before, and he came accordingly, but in such a plight! His two front legs were both wrapped up in flannels, and he could hardly run more than eight miles an hour, and then he pulled up going over the hill to draw his breath. Poor Mr. Clark was almost tired of waiting in his chair, as it was full 13 minutes before he arrived. It is strange that both at York and Doncaster Mr. C. should have had such a quaint finale to his profes. sional labours. We hear a report that the Corporation intend to increase their grant ; and if so, Doncaster will next year inseribe on its proud turf escutcheon-- UPWARDS OF 2,000 GUINEAS GIVEN TO BE RUN FOR ANNUALLY.”

THE THAMES REGATTA.

· THE START FROM PUTNEY. ENGRAVED BY W, BACKSHELL, PROM A PAINTING BY J. TURNER.

Damon.–Tradition affirms that a certain monarch offered a reward for a new pastime. He must have had a middling sample to pick from.

Pythias.--Or have been a very middling performer with those he had. Perhaps the more likely reading of the two---eh? Depend upon it a man who at all excels in any really manly sport will take a long time to tire of it. See how the crack shot will turn season after season

to the moor or the stubble--the cricketer to his favourite leg hit and clever catch-and the able-handed Piscator to another cast and another such a rise from his fancy stream. It is only the awkward novice, with his bad book and strange system of calculation, that “ declines the Turf" in his first year.

Damon.- What does that mean? Once a boating man always a boating man, I suppose ?

Pythias.-Perhaps it does. At least, I for one won't contradict it. Boating, you see, as with cricket, is a pastime that you must get entered to early in life ; and like our first loves, it is astonishing how long and how strong the recollection of them will last. If you are not a spoon, you gradually warm to your work, and the boating boy so gradually becomes a boating man. Stroke is a St. John's eight oar, or a distinguished member of the Leander Club.

Damon.--- And no damage done either. Somehow I can't help thinking there is a very fine moral attendant on the practice of these river sports. Look, for instance, as they are received at either of our Universities. Instead of interrupting the business of life, boating is an amusement that rather assists it, in fact. Instead of the honour-seeking student taking his dreary “ two mile out” on the Newmarket or Wheatley Road, he gets a pull on the water that gives him health and spirits-expands his chest and clears his head-and warrants his drinking a gallon of beer in place of a pot of tea.

Pythias.-Well, as you say, anything to get rid of that horrible notion, for an able-bodied man at least, called “ taking a walk.” And do you think a man can read and pull too?

Damon.-Aye, and be Senior Optime at both, if he only does himself justice. And then look at the expense again. Instead of his hacks, his hunters, his going to cover-instead of his covers, his keepers, his kennels—his day after day consumed-here is a pastime, and one in every way worthy of him, running right at his feet, one that for cost of money or time is just about the cheapest he ever could find.

Pythias. Don't say " instead,” or don't make those d -d comparisons with which you may run anything up or down ; but let's admit everything as good in its turn-even hacks, hunters, covers, pointers, and that grand match of the season-Oxford against Cambridge. No wonder it continues the great attraction at Putney.

Damon.–And yet I don't see why it should, my friend, either. Consider the legions of “ young men about town” who ought to be able to do as much. When I was there a few weeks since I saw some hundreds or thousands wasting a long afternoon in compliment to the Gemini who were going to hang on by their elbows at the tail of Mr. Simpson's balloon. How I longed to have them in the river.

Pythias.--Aye, you'd make the Thames Regatta in reality a Thames Regatta, not for apprentices or watermen merely, but

Damon.–With the crews of some twenty Leander Clubs ready to compete--say for her Majesty's Purse of 100 guineas. I don't see why we shouldn't have a River Plate here as well as elsewhere.

Pythias.-A most excellent suggestion, and one in every way worthy the serious attention of the Government. Mightn't Mr. Hume or friend Bright be induced to mention it ?