But who seeth not that thei bestowe this money upon nothyng lesse, then in buildyng and repayring of Churches and Oratories? For in moste places, lye thei not like Swine-cots? their windowes rent, their doores broken, their walles fallen downe, their roof all bare, and what not out of order. Who seeth not the booke of God, rente, ragged, and all betorne, covered with duste, so as this Epitaphe maie bee writ with ones finger upon it, Ecce nunc in pulvere dormio: (Alas) beholde I sleep in duste, and oblivion, not once scarce looke uppon, muche lesse reade on, and the least of all preached uppon. And on the other side who seeth not (this I speake but in waie of Parenthesis) in the mean tyme, their owne houses and mansion places, are curiously builte, and sumptuously adorned: Which plainly argueth, that thei rather bestowe this drunken gotte money uppon prophane uses, and their owne private affaires, then upon the house of praier, or the temple of God: And yet this their doing is well liked of, and no man maie saie, blacke is their eye. For why? Thei doe all thynges well, and accordyng to good order, as thei saie. And when tyme commeth, like good accoumptantes, thei make their acoumptes as please themselves.

INDIAN BREEDS OF HORSES.

The Arab. It is somewhat of a bull to introduce the Arab as a variety of the Indian horse; but again, exclude him and any thing one has to say of the horses of this country, will be imperfect; for until of late years, he was the only horse procurable of any value; and even at the present time, there is an immense importation of the Arab into India. Mr. Moorcroft, Sir John Malcolm, and other travellers, have given a good deal of information on the subject of Arab horse; the different breeds; the manner of rearing them, &c.; but we have yet much to learn on the subject, especially relative to the diseases of the Arab horse in his native country; then, how different writers differ in naming the distinct breeds. I do not purpose to go deeply into this subject. It is extremely probable, that a great many of the horses that come to India as Arabs, are of a very mixed breed and impure pedigree; others again, shew every sign of the highest blood and purest descent.

I am of opinion that the small chesnut,-golden chesnut I mean,—with white feet, and the flea-bitten and silver-grey horse, are those of the purest breed, and of whose blood there can be no question. When one sees a horse of either of those colours, if he really be an Arab, the merest tyro will see and discover that he is so, by his having all the points of an Arabian to perfection :

"Round hoofed, short jointed, fetlocks shag and long,

Broad breast, full eyes, small head, and nostril wide; High crest, short ears, straight legs, and passing strong; thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide.”

Thick mane,

Of all other colours, except dun, one does, of course see a fine blood horse now and then, especially bay and grey; but the golden chesnut and silver-grey always, I think, shew high blood, whatever other good qualities they may or may not possess.

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I entertain an opinion with regard to Arab race horses which, I dare say, will excite surprise in some minds; viz. that some of the best race horses that have run as Arab, in India, are not the pure blood of the desert. I more particularly mean the large horses that have won so many of the Calcutta welters : Esterhazy, Champion, Mandamus, Godolphin, &c. It was an old maxim, that the Arab never went above 14-2; now, some of the above horses must, I rather think, have been 15 hands 2 inches, or well up to it. That the above named horses shewed speed and bottom is no proof against me. The English race horse, the first in the world, is a cross with the Arab; and so were the welter horses, I think, a cross with the Persian, or some other good breed. Barefoot, Pyramus, Chapeau-de-paille, and Banneret, were what I call, real Arabs. I have had myself very little to do with Arabs; all are agreed, however, on the valuable qualities of this variety of the horse, which are fine temper, great bottom, and hardihood of constitution. There is more substance about a strong Arab of fourteen hands than, perhaps one can find in any other horse of equal blood; but above that height, I have never seen very powerful Arabs; so that you seldom see Arabs up to more weight than twelve stone. They make splendid hunters, and though, I believe, the general remark of their being sluggish and careless roadsters—apt to trip-is, in the main, correct; yet, even out of the few I have owned, I have had one as sure-footed as a cat, and a most delightful roadster; yet, did he knuckle over and turn in his toes most awfully.

"The Country Horse," is a very general term, and must, of course, include horses of every description,—not of any of the other breeds which I shall mention; and what are the marked features of a country horse? I shall say, a Roman nose and a pair of blood spavins; yet are there some most excellent horses of this country. They are very hardy, and have fine action; but it is a common remark-how vicious they are! I bought a fine looking animal of this kind in Calcutta after the return of the body-guard from Rangoon. He had beautiful paces, was very powerful; but then, what a brute! he would stand right on end, and, when you put his head homewards, he made a rush for the stable. A young friend of mine came up to see me from one of the China ships lying at Saugor, and, like all jolly tars, he was very fond of a spree on the outside of a horse. He was to ride Strawberry out of a morning; but on that of his first essay he had slept at the house of his captain in Tank-square, where the horse was sent to him. I lived in Chowringhee. I was awoke by a horse coming rattling at full split into the compound, bang through the portico, up to the stable door, where he luckily stopped without bolting in, for the jolly mid was clinging on as he would to the yard arm in reefing topsails. "D- -m your horse, he won't steer a bit, and he has taken me back to his own infernal harbour at the rate of ten knots." It was even so he came full sail from Tank-square to Middleton Rowe without the mid being able to clap a stopper on; and he nearly ran down Mr. H. the member of council in his mad career. I did not think it necessary to put the same question that Mr. Simpson asked his wife—"When, my dear, will you take another ride?"—Bengal Sporting Magazine.

To the Editor of the New York Spirit of the Times.

FLY-FISHING.

I HAVE read in the Spirit of the Times of the 24th of June, a piece taken from the London New Sporting Magazine, headed "Fly Fishing." There is much correct information in that piece, but there is also much, in my opinion, to mislead new beginners in the art. I say beginners, for believe me, old and experienced fly-fishers will not be taken with a fly "formed of the leaf and yellow blossom of the broom." No, they will stick to the deceptive fly of the proper colour for the time. It is nonsense to believe there is a colour for every month-it is not so-for in fishing three mill pools on the same stream, on the same day, I have found, that to be successful, I had to change my fly and the colour of it at each pool; and in fishing in the same places a few days after, the only fly trout would rise to, was a small grey one, and to such a one they would rise freely in all the pools. In the early part of the season when the trout is poor, he will run at any thing; but towards June he becomes a perfect epicure in his feeding at such time. I would like to witness the success of a fisherman at one of our limped lime-stone brooks-more properly creeks-depending on the leaf and blossom of the broom for a fly: believe me he would ever after be à convert to the use of a well-dressed artificial one. I was once at Big Spring, in Cumberland Co., Pennsylvania, with a young friend from New York, who said his flies were of the right sort. We commenced fishing near each other. Very soon I landed four or six brace, but not a trout would rise to his fly. I examined it, and found it a peacock body and peacock wing. I took a small grey fly from my own book and tied it on his hooks, and had the pleasure of seeing him kill fifteen brace with it. Another time I was at Silver Spring, in the same County. It was an evening of alternate clouds and sunshine, with a gentle breeze, and exactly what fly-fishers call a killing day; yet for one hour, not a trout would rise, although I changed my fly several times.-At last I tried a light rust-coloured body and long dark wing, and marked "Irish Salmon,” and with that fly I killed, without changing the spot on which I stood, fourteen trout weighing from two to two and a half pounds each. All I contend for, is, that much of our success in fishing depends on the size and colour of our flies, and the firmness of the gut or sinew next the fly.

In conclusion, I may be pardoned for saying that I have been for more than forty-five years ardently attached to field sports, from the pulling down with a pack of stag-hounds the noble buck on our mountains, to the killing of rail and reed birds on the river sides, and I am convinced these same field sports have added ten years of life to a frame and constitution never robust. G.

FINE STOCK IN KENTUCKY.

In no State in the Union have gentlemen displayed a more enlightened spirit in rearing stock than in Kentucky. By the communication subjoined, it will be perceived that they do not yet tire in their efforts. The communication was ad

The article appeared in the New Sporting Magazine for May, p. 324. We beg to call the attention of our correspondent to the above letter.-ED. N. S. M.

dressed to the Western Intelligencer, but on account of the interesting nature of many facts stated therein, and our desire to encourage others to "go and do likewise," by presenting them with the fruits of Kentucky enterprise, we at once insert it.

A proposition to publish the Kentucky Stock Book is before you. If the advantages to be derived from such a publication are not sufficiently evident to every intelligent breeder, no arguments would make them so.

From a hasty calculation, it is thought that one thousand dollars, secured to the publishers by subscription, would justify them in undertaking the work, to be commenced immediately.

Forty gentlemen to subscribe twenty-five dollars each-to hold a meeting of the subscribers at Brennan's Hotel on Monday, the 24th day of July, for the purpose of organizing and concert in action.

Appoint a committee of three to act as editors, to revise the papers submitted to them, and prepare them for the hands of the publishers:

A committee of three to prepare a paper, Historical and Genealogical, of the Blooded Horses introduced into Kentucky, from its earliest settlement to the present time.

A committee of three to prepare a paper on the properties, qualities, and uses of the cultivated grasses of Kentucky.

A committee of three to prepare a paper on the best manner of grazing stock.

A committee of three to prepare a paper on the best mode of growing corn and feeding stock, to embrace Horses, Cattle, Mules, and Hogs.

And such other commitees as the meeting may think proper to appoint.

No gentleman ought to consent to serve on a committee unless his intention is to endeavour to discharge the duty and services required of him.

It is expected that Mr. Clay will attend this meeting, and aid in promoting its objects.

From the vast capital laid out in the various kinds of superior stock by enterprising citizens, it is thought this meeting will be fully attended.

Bertrand has turned off more mares this season than he was limited to cover, at one hundred dollars each.

Tranby has covered one hundred and five mares at one hundred dollars each.

Old Eclipse, under his able and experienced manager, no doubt has done as much as either, at the same price.

Samuel Smith lets his neighbours (by the way of favour) breed to his fine imported bull, at fifty dollars per cow.

Mr. Seymour of Ohio permits his bull to go to cows at one hundred dollars

each.

Geo. N. Sanders has lately sold four cows and two young bulls, at five hundred dollars each; all thorough-bred cattle.

Samuel Smith has lately sold a bull calf for six hundred dollars, and another for five hundred dollars.

Spencer Cooper asks one thousand dollars for a heifer calf.

David Sutton is afraid to name a price for any of his fine stock, dreading that hey will be snatched up at any price he may ask.

A. McClure refused to receive twenty-five hundred dollars cash for a two year old ass colt.

Geo. N. Sanders sold a boar for fifty dollars, and refused the same sum from G. P. Theobald for a sow.

These facts are named to show the estimation in which good stock is held by some, and one of the main objects of the proposed work is to record and preserve the memoirs and portraits of the most distinguished.

Gallatin Co., Ky., June, 1837.

Spirit of the Times, New York, 8th July 1837.

LEWIS SANDERS.

LETTER FROM PETE WHETSTONE.

DEVIL'S FORK OF LITTLE RED RIVER. (Arks.) June 5th, 1837.

DEAR MR. EDITOR,-I am safe as a Limmon,—I have laid out old McCamp-`

bell. Here is the result:

If the election had come on three weeks ago, he would have beat me. But Tom Jones and Bill Hightower got from Orleans about ten days before the election. They carried down a flat boat of steers and hogs, and got a tolerably fair price. But they were real ranting, roaring democrats, and took their pay in paper money such as the Planter's Bank of Missisippi, because Martin Van Burne and Gen. Jackson both said this sorter paper was better then U. S. Bank notes. When they got home, they found the newspapers full of dreadful accounts about broken banks, and the Planter's Bank was on the list, They have tried to get off their money, but the boys are too smart to take it; so they turned right into abusing Van Buren and old McCampbell, and the way they spread themselves for me was a caution.

Sister Sal was married two days after the election ;-now just guess who she took? Why Jim Cole. I don't like the colour of Jim's hair, but he didn't make it, and it ain't his fault. He is all horse, I tell you, and when it comes to real hard fighting, give me Jim. He whipped two fellows from Cravat-stuffing Creek. Bill Spencer was sick and didn't go to the election. Jim went down to the Rock to get some finery for Sal's wedding. Lord, you ought to hear him tell about what he saw; he heard them trying a fellow for murder. He says the lawyers made all sorts of speeches, and that lawyer McCampbell aint no more to them than a pole cat to an old he.

Jim bought him a long tail blue, and a sure enough fur hat, and the way he struts now is a sorter peacocky. I guess Jim will be running for a militia officer before long.

Bill Spencer and Dan Looney have made another race; they run three hundred yards, with sixty pounds on each. Bill Spencer runs the "Hyena" against