The next Race meeting requiring attention takes place at Doncaster this week, and the most important race, I take it—at least, I don't take it—but the winner will—another senseless expression—is naturally the St. Leger, for which I make a poetic selection, which has cost me weeks of anxious thought, no "leger" task!—(French joke)—owing to the number of horses engaged, so few of which will run!
Yours devotedly,
LADY GAY.
St. Leger Selection.
The best of the classic events of the year
We are told by the students of "form,"
Is a foregone conclusion, 'tis perfectly clear,
For the noble possessor of Orme.
Footnote 1: [(return)]
This should really be Burgee, but then it wouldn't rhyme, and a Poet may drop a syllable, if he or she mayn't drop an H!