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).
As to the racing of next week—I have not the faintest idea where it is, what it is, or why it is!—but such trifles do not disturb me, and I will proceed to my usual prophetic utterance on the event of the week!
Yours devotedly,
LADY GAY.
The Bank Holiday Stakes Selection.
In the sweet month of August no longer I choose,
By the river or seaside to tarry!
Preferring, in depths of the country to lose
All chance of encounter with "'ARRY!"