NEWS OF TILE WEEK.
Tea Doncaster St. Leger is the "great gun" of the week. It was fired off on Tuesday, and Launcelot hit the mark. All other ques- tions, of war or peace, were for the moment merged in that great question of the day, " Who's won ?" Front no point of the compass save that pointing towards Doncaster was any news cared for. Far and near—in highways, byways, and railways—all were on the look-out for tidings from that cardinal point of the country's hopes and fears. " Launce---!" the railway-guard is heard to Shout as he rushes past the anxious people collected on bridges and embankments ; the remaining syllables of the word being carried away, and lost in the smoke and noise of the engine. o Launcelot I" calls out the express-boy as he gallops through the expecting village crowds, and whips his horse to rival the speed of the successful hero of the day. " Launcelot ! won ensy," the coachman finds time to say as he drives by the road-side inn; his own natural consequence inflated with the importance of the an- nouncement he bears. We will not undertake, in this place, to be more communicative than the coachman ; but refer elsewhere for the record of " false starts," the " severity of the pace," the "symptoms of a tail," and the relative positions of lir. Caius and the rest in the "close race home."
