LADY GAY'S SELECTIONS.

DEAR MR. PUNCH.--Several people who do not know me as the writer

of the "Selections," have told me that they took the tip about

"_Balmoral_" for the Manchester Cup, but backed it to _win_ instead of

to be _last_--thereby winning money!--now--of course the last thing

a tipster wishes, is that his prophecy should turn out successful,

therefore I am delighted at the result, as also was Sir MINTING

BLOUNDELL, who won a good stake, and is the only person who knows

the secret of my incognito. He congratulated me most heartily on my

success, which he said was the more wonderful as he knew the owner

did not much fancy the horse!--but, as I told him--if owners of

race-horses knew as much as some of the public--(to say nothing of the

prophets)--they would never lose the money they do, and would probably

give up racing! The selection was entirely my own "fancy." I need

scarcely say, I never _ask_ an owner anything, and if he volunteers

the information that he thinks his horse "has a good chance," I find

as a rule, it's just as well to "let the horse run loose," as they

put it; though that is an expression I never quite understood, as I've

never yet seen a horse "run loose" in a race, except on one or two

occasions when the jockey has been thrown at the start--which now I

come to think of it, may be the origin of the expression!

So Ascot is once more a departed glory! We all shivered on Tuesday,

got roasted on Wednesday, were comfortable on Thursday, and resigned

on Friday--and on the whole the toilette show was successful; though

I fancy some of the best gowns were held over for Goodwood--_one_

of mine was at all events--but my goodness!--if only our great

grandmothers could have seen some of our modern petticoats!--more

elaborate than any _dress_ they ever saw!--but then, as Lord HARPER

REDCLYFFE said, our great grandmothers never got off and on coaches

with an admiring crowd looking on, as _we_ have to do now-a-days; and

you have to be pretty smart not to get hung up on the wheels--though

as Lady HARRIETT ENTOUCAS said, "my dear Lady GAY--what _is_ the use

of wearing all this loveliness unless one--" but perhaps it will annoy

her if I tell what she _did_ say!

The Royal Hunt Cup was a beautiful race, although the winner was not

supposed to be the best of "JEWITT's lot;" but I am told he is one

of those who "will not do his best at home," being beaten in the

trial--and after all, how _very_ human that is--for how many men one

knows who are perfect _bears_ in their home circle!

Of the horses I advised my readers to "Keep an eye on," only one,

_Buccaneer_, put in an appearance, and won the Gold Cup; so that my

warning as to the difficulty of doing this, was fully borne out by

the result. My Gold Cup selection did not run, and had I known that

_Ermak_ would have been his sole opponent, I should have made him my

tip; but I do not pretend to be Ermakulate! (That's _awful_--please

forgive me, _dear Mr. Punch_!) From the way _St. Angelo_ won the

Palace Stakes, I can't help thinking he would have won the Derby

but for the French horse _Rueil_, who tried to _eat him_ during the

race--(how shameful to let the poor thing get so hungry)--and this of

course interfered with his chance--as you really cannot attend to two

things at a time with a satisfactory result, unless they be sleeping

and snoring!

I presume that this sort of thing is meant when one reads in the

sporting papers that such-and-such a horse was "nibbled at!"--but

I really think that those who saw _St. Angelo_ on Thursday, saw the

winner of the Leger! There is no race of any special importance next

week, either at Windsor or Sandown, but I will give my weekly tip

for the probable last in the Windsor June Handicap, and meanwhile I

may as well say that I shall grace with my presence the Newmarket

July Meeting, and, emulating the example of other tipsters who

send "Paddock Wires," I shall be happy to supply anyone with my

two-horse-a-day "_Songs from the Birdcage_," at five guineas

a-week--(a reduction to _owners_)--at which price my selections _must_

be cheap.

Yours devotedly, LADY GAY.

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