It has been blowing hard for some few days, and we had rather a rough passage, and though the yacht was not a wreck, _I_ was I am afraid, in spite of the compliment paid me by Mr. SPOOPENDYKE K. SIDNEY, the well-known American Four Millionnaire, who said he thought me "a real smart sailor!"--and he was very near the truth, too, for the salt water got in my eyes and they _did_ smart; but I resolutely declined to go "below," and hung on to "the shrouds," I think they called them--a most unpleasantly suggestive name, when you are dreading a watery grave every moment. However, we got to our "moorings" at last (as _Othello_ would call them), and having chartered the inevitable "sharry-bang" started for the course. By the way, _en passant_ (I have not dropped into French for a long time), what a strange thing it is, that the moment you land at one of these islands you are immediately advised to proceed to another. I was told at Guernsey that I must on no account miss seeing "Sark." so I didn't--but was careful to observe it from a distance--for really, in these days of eruptions one doesn't know what might happen on such a volcanic-looking island!--and besides, I _always_ carry a pocket "Ætna" in my dressing-bag, so that I can have a flare-up whenever I like. But let me see, where was I? Oh, yes! sharry-banging out to the races at Jersey. Well, really now, judging from some of the lovely toilettes worn by the Jersey "Daughters of Eve" (an old-established journalistic expression, and to my mind, most idiotic and insulting--we are _not_ all tempting!)--they are in front of a good many of their Main-land sisters!--and the Hospitality--(always a capital H, I believe)--shown by the 1st South Lancashire Regiment is not to be beaten anywhere! The Lawn was well patronised, and the enthusiasm was tremendous--seven events--_all_ over two miles, and _two_ over hurdles, where _one_ came down! What more _could_ you want--together with a glorious day, "and all the fun _for_ the Fair!" The great event of the day was "Her Majesty's Cup," for three years' old and upwards--(_one_ went _downwards_)--and it was won, for the --th time in succession by _Jersey Lily_ (I won't tell the exact number of times, as it is rude to hint at a lady's age)--amid a scene of excitement almost as big as the Eclipse at Sandown!--she was "followed home"--(racing expression--patented)--by _Lady Westhill_ and _Lady Steephill_--so you see we were quite among the _haut-ton_--though some of us had never heard of these aristocratic thorough-breds before! And so the Jersey Goodwood is once more over!--and we have again from the springy turf of the Solent--(a most insecure footing)--caught in the flush of the sunlight the gleaming white sails of the vessels on the Goodwood Downs!--(this _may_ sound a little wrong--but I prefer it to using a more stereotyped and matter-of-fact description).