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becomes apparent that there has been a great influx since
yesterday； both of Lunatics and Keepers。 The families of the
tradesmen over the way are no longer within human ken； their places
know them no more； ten； fifteen； and twenty guinea…lodgers fill
them。 At the pastry…cook's second…floor window； a Keeper is
brushing Mr。 Thurtell's hair … thinking it his own。 In the wax…
chandler's attic； another Keeper is putting on Mr。 Palmer's braces。
In the gunsmith's nursery； a Lunatic is shaving himself。 In the
serious stationer's best sitting…room； three Lunatics are taking a
combination…breakfast； praising the （cook's） devil； and drinking
neat brandy in an atmosphere of last midnight's cigars。 No family
sanctuary is free from our Angelic messengers … we put up at the
Angel … who in the guise of extra waiters for the grand Race…Week；
rattle in and out of the most secret chambers of everybody's house；
with dishes and tin covers； decanters； soda…water bottles； and
glasses。 An hour later。 Down the street and up the street； as far
as eyes can see and a good deal farther； there is a dense crowd；
outside the Betting Rooms it is like a great struggle at a theatre
door … in the days of theatres； or at the vestibule of the Spurgeon
temple … in the days of Spurgeon。 An hour later。 Fusing into this
crowd； and somehow getting through it； are all kinds of
conveyances； and all kinds of foot…passengers； carts； with brick…
makers and brick…makeresses jolting up and down on planks； drags；
with the needful grooms behind； sitting cross…armed in the needful
manner； and slanting themselves backward from the soles of their
boots at the needful angle； postboys； in the shining hats and smart
jackets of the olden time； when stokers were not； beautiful
Yorkshire horses； gallantly driven by their own breeders and
masters。 Under every pole； and every shaft； and every horse； and
every wheel as it would seem； the Gong…donkey … metallically
braying； when not struggling for life； or whipped out of the way。
By one o'clock； all this stir has gone out of the streets； and
there is no one left in them but Francis Goodchild。 Francis
Goodchild will not be left in them long； for； he too is on his way；
't'races。'
A most beautiful sight； Francis Goodchild finds 't'races' to be；
when he has left fair Doncaster behind him； and comes out on the
free course； with its agreeable prospect； its quaint Red House
oddly changing and turning as Francis turns； its green grass； and
fresh heath。 A free course and an easy one； where Francis can roll
smoothly where he will； and can choose between the start； or the
coming…in； or the turn behind the brow of the hill； or any out…of…
the…way point where he lists to see the throbbing horses straining
every nerve； and making the sympathetic earth throb as they come
by。 Francis much delights to be； not in the Grand Stand； but where
he can see it； rising against the sky with its vast tiers of little
white dots of faces； and its last high rows and corners of people；
looking like pins stuck into an enormous pincushion … not quite so
symmetrically as his orderly eye could wish； when people change or
go away。 When the race is nearly run out； it is as good as the
race to him to see the flutter among the pins； and the change in
them from dark to light； as hats are taken off and waved。 Not less
full of interest； the loud anticipation of the winner's name； the
swelling； and the final； roar； then； the quick dropping of all the
pins out of their places； the revelation of the shape of the bare
pincushion； and the closing…in of the whole host of Lunatics and
Keepers； in the rear of the three horses with bright…coloured
riders； who have not yet quite subdued their gallop though the
contest is over。
Mr。 Goodchild would appear to have been by no means free from
lunacy himself at 't'races；' though not of the prevalent kind。 He
is suspected by Mr。 Idle to have fallen into a dreadful state
concerning a pair of little lilac gloves and a little bonnet that
he saw there。 Mr。 Idle asserts； that he did afterwards repeat at
the Angel； with an appearance of being lunatically seized； some
rhapsody to the following effect： 'O little lilac gloves！ And O
winning little bonnet； making in conjunction with her golden hair
quite a Glory in the sunlight round the pretty head； why anything
in the world but you and me！ Why may not this day's running…of
horses； to all the rest： of precious sands of life to me … be
prolonged through an everlasting autumn…sunshine； without a sunset！
Slave of the Lamp； or Ring； strike me yonder gallant equestrian
Clerk of the Course； in the scarlet coat； motionless on the green
grass for ages！ Friendly Devil on Two Sticks； for ten times ten
thousands years； keep Blink…Bonny jibbing at the post； and let us
have no start！ Arab drums； powerful of old to summon Genii in the
desert； sound of yourselves and raise a troop for me in the desert
of my heart； which shall so enchant this dusty barouche （with a
conspicuous excise…plate； resembling the Collector's door…plate at
a turnpike）； that I； within it； loving the little lilac gloves； the
winning little bonnet； and the dear unknown…wearer with the golden
hair； may wait by her side for ever； to see a Great St。 Leger that
shall never be run！'
Thursday morning。 After a tremendous night of crowding； shouting；
drinking…house expectoration； Gong…donkey； and correct cards。
Symptoms of yesterday's gains in the way of drink； and of
yesterday's losses in the way of money； abundant。 Money…losses
very great。 As usual； nobody seems to have won； but； large losses
and many losers are unquestionable facts。 Both Lunatics and
Keepers； in general very low。 Several of both kinds look in at the
chemist's while Mr。 Goodchild is making a purchase there； to be
'picked up。' One red…eyed Lunatic； flushed； faded； and disordered；
enters hurriedly and cries savagely； 'Hond us a gloss of sal
volatile in wather； or soom dommed thing o' thot sart！' Faces at
the Betting Rooms very long； and a tendency to bite nails
observable。 Keepers likewise given this morning to standing about
solitary； with their hands in their pockets； looking down at their
boots as they fit them into cracks of the pavement； and then
looking up whistling and walking away。 Grand Alliance Circus out；
in procession； buxom lady…member of Grand Alliance； in crimson
riding…habit； fresher to look at； even in her paint under the day
sky； than the cheeks of Lunatics or Keepers。 Spanish Cavalier
appears to have lost yesterday； and jingles his bossed bridle with
disgust； as if he were paying。 Reaction also apparent at the
Guildhall opposite； whence certain pickpockets come out handcuffed
together； with that peculiar walk which is never seen under any
other circumstances … a walk expressive of going to jail； game； but
still of jails being in bad taste and arbitrary； and how would YOU
like it if it was you instead of me； as