HullLo-there!
HullLo-there!
He's the man for us;
We respect him!
We'll elect him!
And we might do wuss!!
In fact, our Candidate is very popular, and is sure to "romp in an easy winner"—which is another puzzling racing expression, as, although I've seen plenty of horses indulge in a game of romps before the start (notably, L'Abbé Morin, in the "City"), they seem to have had more than enough of it before the finish!
I hear from Newmarket, that I missed an extremely pleasant week's racing—and although my selection for the Stud Produce Stakes was rather wide of the mark, I fairly hit the bullseye—(what a painful operation this must be for the bull)—in my one "Song from the Birdcage," which I warbled in the ear of a racing friend whom I met down here; it was à propos of the July Stakes and ran thus:—
The night was dark when "Portland Bill" escaped by Chesil Beach!
And hope beat high within his heart, that he the goal might reach!