WINNING THE HUNDRED YARDS.
Whence is all this? Partly, it may be, that the subject dealt with and the competitors involved touch the most abiding and deep-seated instincts of our common nature, carrying us back, by their very mention, to those halcyon days when we too marked the scudding form or joined in the thrilling race.
“Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise;
We love the play-place of our early days,
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none,”
sang one of our early English poets, and again:
“The pleasing spectacle at once excites
Such recollections of our own delights,