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NAMES APPROPRIATE AND OTHERWISE. Some neat iustances of derivative nomenclature among English two-year-olds this season arc: For the daughter of William the Third aud Cooee Bill and Coo; one from Collar aud Engaged Collared; Double Chin, by Collar Too Too: Minuret, by Soli-man Outcry: Mr. Speaker, by Spearmint Beaker; Happy Omen, by Benvenuto Magpie; Quorum, by Oruio Quick, and Squib, by Sliced Extinct. Tho field is one of never-ending interest and opportunity for the display of taste aud wit in tlie choice of names that are euphonious and appropriate. Brilliant as are great numbers both in England and oil this side of tlie Atlantic, 1 have not yet come across an instance that, to my mind, is the equal in charm of that of a mare formerly carrying the raeing livery of Messrs. Carruthors and Pholau of this city. Whoever was responsible seems to have met every demand for elegance, felicitous suggestion and exquisite taste -when he chose the name of AVidows Mite for the daughter of Ornament and Charity. Hardly less suggestive was Aicar of Bray, for a sou of Loyalist and Flexible. AVith such unlimited opportunities for easily going right in this matter it is amazing to what lengths some owners will go the other way in bestowing abominations on their uu-fortuuate property. There was a horse on the Canadian circuit last year called "Narnoc J. V. Jr.," the first word being the name of his owner spelled backwards. Of course, he never won a race. That kind never do; there is rarely a good horse witli a ridiculous name. This particular animal is now in Jacksonville, where owner Conran was last week suspended for some infraction of discipline. He may consider himself fortunate in that he was not racing hereabouts when the late Mr. Patteson was the dictator of the Canadian turf. A man who would saddle a descendant of the Godolphin Arabian with the name of "Narnoc J. Ar. Jr." would certainly have been ruled off for life, and I am not sure that T. C. P. would not also have had him committed for examination as to his sanity. Francis Nelson in Toronto Globe.
