On the upper or eastern side of the course, where shade was procurable, were entrenched the carriages and non-combatants, among whom Mr. Redmond Barry, Mr. Leslie Foster, William Anderson, "Count" Ogilby, and other disengaged cavaliers, who did their devoir in entertaining the ladies and judiciously criticising the field. Jimmy Ellis, friend and pastoral partner of one William Stawell, a brisk, black-bearded, hard-riding little Milesian, was starter and clerk of the course. Here we came up for the last time, more or less soberly or skittishly, to the post, with cords and tops, silk jackets and caps, "accoutred proper," full jockey costume being _de rigueur_. A correct card of the race would probably have read as follows. The colours of the riders may have partially faded out of memory's ken, inasmuch as "it was many and many a year ago." 1. Mr. Molesworth Greene's grey horse "Trifle," four years, pink and white--ridden by owner. 2. Mr. Stawell's "Master of the Rolls," aged chestnut, scarlet and black--owner. 3. Mr. E. M'Neill's bay horse "Thur'mpogue," blue and silver--owner. 4. Mr. Acland Anderson's bay horse "Spider," ridden by Mr. Rawdon Greene--crimson and gold. 5. Mr. William Anderson's chestnut horse "Murgah," ridden by Mr. Acland Anderson--maroon jacket, black cap. 6. Mr. Leslie Foster's grey horse "Achmet," ridden by Mr. Rolf Boldrewood--white and magenta. We are marshalled in line by Jimmy Ellis, and a good start not being so vitally important as in a flat race, we get comfortably away. Pretty close together we charge the first fence, which is negotiated with "ease to the riders and satisfaction to the lookers-on." The turf is green and firm, and the distance to the next fence rather greater, so we make the pace better, and, as we near it, blood begins to tell. The brothers Greene are first over, followed by "Thur'mpogue," the rider of the "Master of the Rolls" lying off, and evidently doing a little generalship. In the second division come my grey and William Anderson's chestnut. Both clear the fence well, and pull double, as we try to keep what wind they have, available for the finish. So we fare on; each fence shows that the race will mainly lie between Molesworth Greene's grey and the chestnut of Mr. Stawell, the latter taking all his fences in stride, and looking as resolute as at the first. Rawdon Greene, Acland Anderson, and M'Neill are riding jealously for second place.