Soon after I had seen that the course waß in due order—here and there getting a large pebble or a glass bottle picked out of the sand, and begging E. Puni to have the natives’ dogs carefully tied up and to keep the pigs at home = the company began to arrive from Wellington. Carts, waggons, bullock-drays, were all pressed into the service to-day, and the line of road was a miniature representation of that to Epsom. Six or eight of the ladies came over in a spring-cart containing chairs covered with flags; and the only gig in Wellington, an importation from New South Wales,; brought over the chemist of Medical; Hall and two other shopkeepers. One waggon contained the band of music ; and a large flotilla of boats, of all.shapes and sizes, brought over those who had no carts or horses or were too lazy to walk. Booths, tents, and stalls were rapidly put up ; and one man wheeled a barrow about selling “ ginger-pop.” The “coming in” was close to Colonel Wakefield’s old house; and there a cold collation had been provided for the ladies. The grand stand consisted of a few planks on the top of eight or ten water-butts out side the fence, supporting the chairs out of the carts. _ And now my duties began to multiply. Here I had to explain to a party of natives why they could not lie basking on the middle of the beach; there to beg a party of whalers to haul their boat right up or push her nose off the beach ; to get the sails of another boat, moored close off, furled, so a 3 not to flap about in the horses’ eyes ; and finally to. stop the persevering band as the horses were “ coming.” It was one of our brilliant cloudless days, with the heat of the sun just tempered by a light air from the southward as the tide made. Five or six hundred people were assembled by eleven o’clock when the horses started ; and it was truly exhilarating to see so English a sport well supported, under the more genial climate and amidst the beautiful scenery of New Zealand. 