. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. Sweepstakes :— Every Jenny has a Jockey. to match—but the near things were unbearable. To lose only by half a head,—a few inches of horse-flesh ! I remember two occasions when Giraffe won by a neck, and Elephant by a nose. I was almost tempted to blow out my brains by the nose, and to hang myself by the neck! On one of those doubt-ful occasions, when it isdifficult to name thewinner, I thought I coulddetermine the point, fromsome peculiar advantageof situation, and offeredto back my opinion. Ilaid that Cobbler hadwon, and it was taken. The
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. Sweepstakes :— Every Jenny has a Jockey. to match—but the near things were unbearable. To lose only by half a head,—a few inches of horse-flesh ! I remember two occasions when Giraffe won by a neck, and Elephant by a nose. I was almost tempted to blow out my brains by the nose, and to hang myself by the neck! On one of those doubt-ful occasions, when it isdifficult to name thewinner, I thought I coulddetermine the point, fromsome peculiar advantageof situation, and offeredto back my opinion. Ilaid that Cobbler hadwon, and it was taken. The Cows Regatta. but a signal from a friend decided me that I was wrong, and by way of hedge, I offered to lay that Tmk^r was 558 THE PLEASURES OF SPORTING. the first horse. This was taken like the other, and the judgesdeclared a dead rob—I mean to say a dead heat.—Pay again ! A likelier cliance next offered. There was a difference of opinion,whether Bnhta would start for the Cup, and his noble owner hadprivately and positively assured me that he would. I therefore bettedfreely that he would run for the Plate, and he ivalked over !—Payatjam ! I found when it was too late that I should not in this ease, but I did. The ^Teat St Leger was still in reserve. Somewhat dcsp^-aitj, Ibetted round, in sums of the same shape, and my best wmiier becamefirst favourite at the start. Never shall I fori;ei the sight ! I sawhim come in ten lengths a-head of everything—hollow ! hollow ! Ihad no voice to shout with, and it was fortunate. Man and horsewent, as usual, after the ra
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