The Sporting review, ed. by 'Craven'., Том 9John William Carleton 1843 |
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... light - hearted elegant “ I have one hondred pounds , you have another ; we shall dine to - night at Crockford , and bank together - eh ? " This was agreed to , and the twain dined and diced at that eminent fishmonger's in St. James's ...
... light - hearted elegant “ I have one hondred pounds , you have another ; we shall dine to - night at Crockford , and bank together - eh ? " This was agreed to , and the twain dined and diced at that eminent fishmonger's in St. James's ...
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... light on the present condition of racing in America , and illus- trate the great popularity of that noble sport . 666 ' Hurrah for the Bonnets o ' Blue ' seems to be reverberated from one shore of the Atlantic to the other . Blue Bonnet ...
... light on the present condition of racing in America , and illus- trate the great popularity of that noble sport . 666 ' Hurrah for the Bonnets o ' Blue ' seems to be reverberated from one shore of the Atlantic to the other . Blue Bonnet ...
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... light weight . ] I am inclined to believe it was fortunate for Zenith that he did not enter the lists with a nag of such approved bottom . His might have been the fate of Blue Dick , in decking the brows of another with his verdant ...
... light weight . ] I am inclined to believe it was fortunate for Zenith that he did not enter the lists with a nag of such approved bottom . His might have been the fate of Blue Dick , in decking the brows of another with his verdant ...
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... Thus can we bid the year adieu , With spirits light and free ; While memory smiles on FORTY - TWO , And hope on FORTY - THREE . " J. K. R. 17 ROUGH NOTES OF A SPORTING EXCURSION THROUGH THE MAREMME A TOAST FOR FORTY-THREE.
... Thus can we bid the year adieu , With spirits light and free ; While memory smiles on FORTY - TWO , And hope on FORTY - THREE . " J. K. R. 17 ROUGH NOTES OF A SPORTING EXCURSION THROUGH THE MAREMME A TOAST FOR FORTY-THREE.
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... - tion . Aught but pleasant was our walk homewards , through sands , into which we sank over our ankles at every step , and in murky dark- ness , through which fitful gleams of red lurid light 22 ROUGH NOTES OF A SPORTING EXCURSION.
... - tion . Aught but pleasant was our walk homewards , through sands , into which we sank over our ankles at every step , and in murky dark- ness , through which fitful gleams of red lurid light 22 ROUGH NOTES OF A SPORTING EXCURSION.
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