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I. PORTRAIT OF SOUVENIR.-II. A THOROUGH-BRED SOUTHERN HOUND.
foaled in 1824, bred by A.
At Swaffham, August 23, 1826,
Gamelius, and 6 to 1 agst Tom Thumb. Won in a canter.
At Newmarket Second October Meeting, at 6st. 8lb. (A. Pavis), she won the Garden Stakes of 100 sovs. each, for horses of all ages, T.M.M. (6 subs.), beating Mr. Payne's Babel, 4 yrs old, 8st. 6lb.; Duke of Grafton's Turcoman, 3 yrs old, 6st. 12lb.; Lord Exeter's Tirailleur, 4 yrs old, 8st. 2lb.; and Lord Anson's Sligo, 6 yrs old, 9st. 2lb.-6 to 4 agst SouVENIR, 7 to 4 agst Babel, 4 to 1 agst Sligo, and 8 to 1 agst Turcoman. Won easy.
Same day, she recd. 70 sovs. ft. from Duke of Grafton's Chloris, 8st. 5lb. each, D. I., 200 h. ft.
In the Houghton Meeting she (rode by J. Robinson) beat Mr. Irby's Toso, 8st. 4lb. each, D. I.-6 to 4 on SOUVENIR. Won easy by two lengths. In the same Meeting she, at 6st. 10lb. (rode by A. Pavis), won the Audley End Stakes of 30 sovs. each, 10 ft. for horses of all ages, A.E.C. (eight subs.), beating Mr. Udny's Amphion, 3 yrs old, 6st. 3lb.; Lord Wharncliffe's Pastime, 5 yrs old, 8st. 10lb.; Mr. Hunter's Lutzen, 3 yrs old, 5st. 13lb.; and Mr. Sowerby's Skiff, 6 yrs old, 8st. 5lb.-6 to 4 agst SOUVENIR.
At Newmarket Craven Meeting 1828, SOUVENIR walked over for the King's Purse of 100gs. for mares, R. C.
In the same Meeting, she rode by J. Robinson) beat Lord G. H. Cavendish's Amphion, 8st. 4lb. each, D. I., 200 sovs.
At Bath and Bristol Meeting, July 4, at 7st. 13lb. (F. Boyce), she won the superb Tureen and Stand value 100 sovs., by 16 subs. of 10 sovs. each, for horses of all ages, three miles, beating Mr. Radclyffe's Windermere, 4 yrs old, 8st. 2lb.
At Goodwood, August 12, she walked over for the Goodwood Stakes of 25 sovs. each, once round-19 subs. paid five sovs. each.
In the Newmarket Houghton Meeting, at 8st. 9lb., she recd. ft. from Lord Sefton's Johnny, 8st. A.F., 200, h. ft.
She was then sold to Lord Sefton, and on the same day entered for a Purse of 50gs., B. C., agst Lord Tavistock's Dæmon, 4 yrs old, when the owners agreed to divide the prize.
In the Newmarket First Spring Meeting 1829, SOUVENIR, 9st. 4lb. (J. Robinson), won the King's Purse of 100gs. for mares, R. C., beating Duke of Grafton's Turquoise, 3 yrs old, 8st. 4lb.-5 to 4 on Souvenir.
She started three times afterwards, in which races she was unsuccessful; and was sold at Lord Sefton's sale to Mr. Scott Stonehewer, and is now in his stud.
THE PAST SEASON,
GOOD NIGHT to the Season! 'tis over!
Except my good uncle and spouse;
Of all the delights of life I consider the recollection of past pleasures the dearest. What enjoyment would old age have but for this power of recalling, in all
their brightness, the visions of early and happy days! It has ever been my chief delight; and could I, by quaffing at the Lethean spring, forget all the miseries of my existence, I would forego that pleasure for the superior one of remembering the few bright hours that have made that existence endurable. Even as I write, what scenes come crowding on my mind's eye! Forms of beauty, long since mouldered and forgotten, flit before me in all their dazzling loveliness! How plainly
do I see the school house at Tiverton, and the dear friends of my boyhood, friends now all scattered and gone! Then, the almost boyish frolics at Alma Mater! Then, the dreams of love: alas! too, too soon fled! These, and a thousand other remembrances equally dear, form (now that I have "dwindled into the lean and slippered pantaloon") one of my principal pleasures. I was then young, and the world was to me couleur de rose. Alas! an acquaintance with that world has shewn it in darker shades. How ever, there is yet one blessing left me-health, and a disposition to enjoy the sports of the field with a boyish ardour. I therefore beg to be allowed the privilege of expatiating a little on the events of of the Past Season, which must also be numbered among those happy hours that are departed for ever!-Ere I commence my theme, however, allow me to say one word in behalf of the varmint, whose wrongs I, as a true sportsman, feel myself bound to advocate. In the circumstance I am about to relate I shall " thing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice."
In this our native Isle there are many counties so unfortunate as to lack a plentiful supply of foxes; and, when such is the case, too much praise cannot be given to those who so munificently contribute to their neighbours' pleasures, by keeping the merry fox-hound for the gratification and health-yielding exercise of those who do not happen to be blessed with so much of that vulgar dross called gold. Instances, I grant, do arise, but, thank God, rarely, of some stupid chaw-bacon keeper, from overweening vigilance for what
he considers his maiden Mistress, or gouty old Nabob master's interest (the latter by-thebye seldom thinking anything worth caring about save elephant and tiger-hunting), pulling the trigger on the poor fox; but I venture to pronounce the burthen of my goose-quill here an isolated instance of a person wearing the garb of a Hunter resorting to the gun as the exterminator of this fine little animal! Many of my readers I feel convinced will bear with me, if, like the Member for Boroughbridge, I am somewhat hasty in my expressions of indignation; but if after stating my case, as a lawyer would say, I do not get a verdict in my favour, egad, I know little of the composition of my fellowmen. Now then for the facts, and nothing but facts.
In a certain part of the fertile county of Devon (for the sake of illustration not a hundred miles from Dunsland) lives the proprietor of a very fine old mansion and grounds, with excellent fox-coverts (it is just such a domicile as would warrant one in believing that it must sorrow over the misrule of its now possessor, grieving for its more liberal ancestors)-who is the owner of a pack of harriers, and who in his wisdom thinks proper to spoil the neighbouring fox-hunter's diversion, by shooting at every fox whenever and wherever opportunity offers. It should be remarked there are several crack packs of fox-hounds hunting around; and he knows it!
In proof then of this knowledge, as mathematicians would require, I will relate an instance that shall answer my point. I invoke thee, thou honest-hearted fellow, who beareth the name of
a proud and Noble House, to recollect a certain personage who was out with thy pack of foxdogs, and others of the elite who were that day thy followers, when you drew Morcomb coppice, and a woodcock winged its way across thy path-certainly a more gratifying bonne bouche to some persons than a fox!-when that sonage e rode off as hard as he could split for the trigger instrument to deal destruction on the poor bird's devoted head, leaving you and the jolly crew to ejaculate .I won't say what......or if you did not, you ought. Again, this very wood was to my knowledge, last season, the scene of this Gentleman's handy work in the murder of a poor fox by the same missile !
Thus ends my case. It is short, but embraces much; and I earnestly hope the party alluded to will see it in black and white, if indeed he reads such a thing as the Magazine; if not, it is to be hoped some more varmint workman across country will afford him a sight. It is monstrous on reflection; and I rely on his good sense making him give up practices which can answer no end but annoyance to others. In a word, let him not sacrifice everything to his own gratification. Let him not suppose the few varmints in the vicinity of his harrier-country will interrupt or lessen his sport; for as long as a duck or a goose remains in the farm-yard, reynard will not trouble himself to pick the bones of a hare. Believe, therefore, in the trite old saying, more hunters, more hares;" so, more foxes, more hares! Follow the good example of your worthy neighbour, who lives above a cot, and who has mine and every liberal man's thanks for
his good sense and good nature in preserving the animal under discussion, and the same will then apply to you. I wish every person to enjoy his hobby; but let him not overstep the bounds of good sportsman-like breeding.
I intend, please the Picts, to take a tour next season through the West, giving myself a sly peep at all that is recherché and slap up, for the purpose of gratifying my brother-sportsmen by a detail thereon; and should I hear that I have made a convert by the above few well-meant observations, I shall feel more proud than had I given the casting vote on the Reform Measure, and will drink (if with only a tanner in my pocket)-health and long life to the Squire of — .!
Now then, after this long digression, revenons à nos moutons."-I shall begin with SHOOTING, for which sport I rather fear I have a sneaking partiality.
How invariably in my young days was the eventful first of September preceded by a sleepless night! How often did I examine my watch, and blame Old Time for his tardy movements! How little attentive to the duties of the toilet when morning did arrive; and how anxious for the appearance of our old keeper with my trusty dogs! Even so, gentle reader, do I still feel; and never was I greeted with a more splendid morning than that which burst upon my view the first of last September.
There is a pleasure in early rising which none but a sportsman can truly understand. What in nature can be more splendid than the glorious orb of day rising from his couch, shedding life and beauty over the landscape, and creating, as it were, by
his smiles, all that seemed dead
"And this is the life for a man, a man,
But I was yet to feel the trite maxim, of "pleasure never being without the alloy of pain." In my county the corn was not yet bent to the sickle, consequently afforded shelter to the bird; and I never could walk through that, which is very properly called the "staff of life," for my personal gratification, knowing the injury it must occasion the yeoman. The game was therefore very scarce; but I relied on hope, judging that when the reaper should have done his work I should have plenty of sport. Fortune, however, proved here, as she too frequently does, to be a fickle jade; for it turned out that I had many a long mile to march before I could bag a few brace. But what was that? I have heard, that "sweet is the meal which is earned by the labour of one's own hands;" then how sweet to the sportsman is the game which he carries home at night, if earned with difficulty? Who would care for anything, however eagerly desired, if procured too easily? Even woman, lovely woman, if lightly won, is but too often lightly prized. Indeed I am somewhat of the opinion of the old French belle, who was so fond of eating ice, that she could not help exclaiming one day, "quel dommage que ce n'est pas un peche!" To me, the more diffi
culty I encounter, the more hazard I run in obtaining an object, the more valuable does that object invariably become.
The Grouse sport was equally deficient, if not worse; for I know the fine Yorkshire moors of Sir Richard Sutton, which are seldom without a plenteous supply, were almost depopulated of this delightful bird. In the Land of Cakes there were very few; and the Alpine mountains of Wales shared the same fate: so that upon the whole the gunners met with a most complete disappointment in their murderous design,as Mr.Martin and his disciples would style it. I do hope, as the Spring forebodes fine weather, the next season will be a more favorable one
(and unless the Winter aided the destruction of the seed, there were a great many old birds left to supply us for the future)-a wish, in which I am sure I am joined by all my brother sportsmen.
October, though an ad libitum month for hunting, is seldom employed in chasing reynard. The fox-hound must dream pleasing anticipation of cold November and December's approach, ere he snuffs the "scent he loves so well." It is notwithstanding, however, time to let at large the merry harrier; and to rouse from solitude the timorous hare,making the rocks re-echo to sounds magical, and
66 bells as musical As those that on the golden-shafted trees Of Eden shake in the Eternal breeze." The Past Season, then, commenced with joyous forebodings of delight in reserve for the harrier gentry; and I, fortunately, had my share in its pleasures, with two or three very pretty packs of real harriers-not your