our sport should be first, a fair test of the merits and superiority of our dogs; secondly, as great a division as possible of pleasure, satisfaction, and amusement amongst those who join together at each meeting. I think, beyond doubt, both those objects are best attained by running dogs upon as equal terms as possiblein classes of two or four, as at the Hampton Court Meetings; then at subsequent meetings, running the winners against each other. By such means you not only fairly can judge of your dogs, but you divide the money contributed, thereby sending home a greater number of gratified winners; you prolong the pleasurable contests, and make them less important in point of pecuniary consideration, which, depend upon it, after all is the poisonous ingredient. Another great objection to these large and extended meetings is, that our coursing is obtained at an enormous and unreasonable sacrifice, annoyance, and inconvenience of the proprietors of coursing districts and tenants of such estates. One day's, or two days' disturbance of a neighbourhood or farm may be reasonable indulgence; but a whole week of row and riot, of crowds brought together by such a prolongation, becomes a serious infringement upon the quiet and order of such localities, and what may very reasonably be objected to by all who have the well-being of parish or village at heart, and what has, I fear, made our sport obnoxious in more than one or two quarters. What I would therefore seriously, but respectfully, submit to those of our craft who wish to pursue our sport in the right and true spirit, is to encourage one day's coursing rather than two or more; an emblem of honour as the object of success, rather than money; but if you must have stakes, to encourage small ones rather than large ones, and to divide the money contributed into the greatest number of small prizes; four-dogs' stakes rather than eight, eight rather than more, so as to increase the number of winners, and diminish the number of losers. I would rather not enumerate the evils which I believe such an alteration would conduce to correct: they will be present to the minds of all who have experienced public coursing. I verily believe that some such alteration is necessary, to check those evils; and I hope and trust that, even with those who may differ from me, I shall have the credit of having made these suggestions in pure anxiety for the proper and due encouragement of our glorious and delightful sport, and the proper moderation of our own indulgence, and of the use of the noble greyhound. I have no other object; and with the same ardent love for that sport, and for that noble animal, I remain as ever, yours most bound by social fellowship,

TRIBUNE.

Comment is unnecessary, for there is not a sentence which does not convey a striking fact; and there is not one more worthy of notice than that which represents the injuries entailed upon the poor greyhound which runs to the last in any of those severe contests for which great numbers are entered. As the remedies are in the hands of those friends to coursing who are most intimately connected with its welfare, and who form the conditions and arrangements of the ineetings, it is reasonable to suppose the subject will receive proper attention.

SIMON TEMPLEMAN.

THE CELEBRATED JOCKEY.

ENGRAVED BY J. B. HUNT, FROM A PAINTING BY HARRY HALL.

BY CASTOR.

Here's Sim or here he used to be, in the blue-and-white of poor Mr. Meiklam, ready to give the Yorkshire Tykes or Lancashire Witches another turn-or to see, perhaps, if they can't do as well "South."

Mark the quiet demure-looking jockey as he methodically saddles his horse, and as coolly takes him up to the post-or, notice him as he returns to scale, and it is seldom you can tell from his manner whether he is on a winner or loser. See him, again, in the corner of the stand, with the point of his whip between his teeth; or at the Turf Tavern table, with a cigar in full play, and just half a smile at the tale of some more rattling friend. Of a truth he does not look of a communicative kind, and of a truth he is not. He might be bold enough to let Mr. Hall take or steal a sketch of him; but when you come to ask for something to associate with this-where he was born? which were the best horses he ever rode? and so forththen will he draw up and consider, deliberately enough, whether he had not better follow his usual tactics, and hold his tongue.

Simon, as some write him "Simeon," and as all call him "Sim" Templeman, is no exception to such a rule. A Yorkshireman born, he received his education as a jockey, we believe, in the same famous county. His antecedents, however, trace back much beyond our own. One of our first recollections of him is at Ascot on the Derby winner, Bloomsbury, who looked, at any rate, to run clean away with him for the Ascot Cup. We have, indeed, a keen remembrance of that slashing goer, as he rounded the top turn, followed at a long interval by Sam Chifney on St. Francis. The order was reversed when they again reached us. Still, though at that time, 1840, but comparatively little known on the South Country courses, Templeman had for many years been steadily pursuing his profession. That sad tell-tale, the Calendar, assures us that as long since as 1824 he was in good practice on the home circuit. He is recorded as riding winners at Beverley, Leeds, and York, all in that season; and at a period, be it remembered, when the officials were not too apt to give the names of jockeys without they had acquired something of a repute, Taking all this into consideration, and without caring to look in his mouth, Templeman must have ere this turned his back on fifty sum

mers.

If a long career, it has assuredly been a busy one. From the very first he appears to have had some constant patrons. His Grace the Duke of Leeds-with Zohrab, Lot, Lady Mowbray, Valparaiso,

Vertumnus and Co.-was always partial to seeing him in the chocolate jacket. The late Marquis of Westminster and Sir Thomas Stanley ranked among his masters; and the Ridsdales, in their best day, often put him up. In turn Mr. Lane Fox had him on Miss Sarah, Diomed, and The Doctor; while with these we may associate Mr. Petre, Mr. Gascoine, and Colonel Cradock. At a later day he did great things for the Colonel with Sally, Peggy, The Provost, and Pagan. When still but a young man, in 1826, the then I ord Darlington thought well enough of Templeman to select him to ride his famous horse, and dear bargain, Memnon, on whom he won at Doncaster. John Scott must have very early given him a retainer, though he has hardly ever been recognised as leading counsel for the Malton firm, and his most successful doings for it have been chiefly on mounts that were thought no great deal of until it was over. He won the St. Leger, for instance, in 1851, on Newminster, when the horse was not much fancied by the stable, and had to thank more especially Mr. Nicholl himself for the opportunity. The Oaks race, too, of this year was but an off-chance; and, in fact, Templeman's connection with the Scotts has been chiefly as "second horseman " only. When allowed his choice of "the lot," his fortune has not been so good. For example, he rode their great favourite, the terribly-overrated Dervish, for the Derby of 1854, and was most absurdly abused for the manner in which he rode him. The thing, indeed, was carried so far that he was taken off Meteora for the Oaks of the same week, but had the satisfaction of seeing her beaten, nevertheless. Templeman, too, had quite his share of the Billingsgate in the notorious Acrobat row of the same season. No jockey, we believe, ever did his duty more heartily by his employers than Templeman has by Scott's stable, though the thanks have not always been most gracefully given. Still there is no colour he now looks more at home in than the black jacket and white cap of my Lord Derby. Lord Londesborough, however, is very true to him; and great things may be yet done in the blueand-silver.

But no man has had less need to depend on one string to his bow. The great rival stable of the south, for one, have always appreciated Sim's conduct and ability. With them he opened a succession of good luck over Epsom that no other jockey has ever yet equalled. He won the Derby of 1847 on Cossack for Mr. Pedley, then altogether with the Days; the Oaks of the same week for Sir Joseph Hawley, on Miami'; in the year following he again won the Derby for Lord Clifden on Surplice, and gave the Days another turn with Mr. Harry Hill's Cymba for the Oaks. These, with the other Derby on Bloomsbury, another Oaks on Marchioness, and the St. Leger on Newminster, are his share, so far, of "the great events." His first taste of them was very unexpected. The Ridsdales were in anything but high feather, and their horse accordingly was at long odds. As the joke goes, indeed, on somebody running up to congratulate Templeman, as he came back to weigh, he burst into tears at his ill luck in "not having a shilling on it!"

"By rights," he ought to have won the Oaks of this year on Mincemeat for Mr. Cookson, one of Templeman's registered masters.