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SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

OBITUARY.-It is with very sincere regret, in which we are sure our readers will join, that we have this month to record the decease of one of the most eminent and really useful writers on sporting subjects this age has produced. To few, indeed, who take an interest in breeding and rearing the most valuable animals of this country, will it be necessary to descant on the great ability or unwearied energy which so long distinguished the works of Mr. Youatt. In his profession—that of a veterinary surgeon—he was the first to elevate, by his own conduct and example, the art to that rank which at present it is so properly allowed, but which a few years since its followers scarcely ever aspired to. As editor and joint-proprietor of “The Veterinarian"—the first magazine devoted to that subject—Mr. Youatt had ample opportunity of impressing his opinions and suggestions ; and it is not too much to say that the advance of veterinary knowledge and veterinary “standing" have been mainly effected by the managers of that so deservedly popular periodical. As an author, in the more general sense, Mr. Youatt's works on the Ox, the Sheep, the Dog, and the Horse, together with his most able treatise on Humanity to Brutes, will be the best argument for his excellence. All are marked by the most intimate knowledge of the animals themselves, and the most indefatigable research in getting up “the points” to be expatiated on. Beyond this we would, in alluding to perhaps the most successful one of all, “ The Horse," call attention to a very rare recommendation, and maybe the very key-stone of its success. That Mr. Youatt was really a practical man and a true sportsman, all who knew him, or have even read him, will readily admit. He evinces it in every place in every one of his works ; and yet those very works, from being written with a plainness, and an absence of all conceited or over-technical terms, carry with them, equally entertained and iustructed, the most ardent of sportsmen and most unsophisticated of “general readers.” In essays on purely sporting themes, we must confess the nomenclature of the initiated is too apt to ooze out; while veterinary productions, above all others, usually abound in the language of "the school.” Mr. Youаtt died on Saturday, Jan. 9, at his residence in Osnaburgh-place, Regent’s-park, aged 70. To his friends, associates, and fellow-men his loss can be hardly greater than to the whole brute creation, who had, in his life, the most zealous of advocates and humane of masters.

STEEPLE-CHASING—If Father Frost has made a great hole in the hunting of this season, he has certainly caused still more inconvenience to the patrons of and practitioners in the steeple-chase. Here the sport is not the only item lost, but with it goes the chance of that “consideration" for which, more or less, we take steeple-chase horses, like racehorses, to be trained, tried, and kept. Once, however, blessed with a little settled, open weather, and these cross-country combats will be coming off as thick as three in a bed. Latterly almost every meeting announced has, like the yet retreating Leamington, been again and again postponed; or, as in the case of the Aberystwith-hunt week, if attempted at all, been hurried through to a very touch-and-go tune. In such a state of “fix” committees and clerks are very properly guarding against disappointment and unnecessary expense, and so, till they can see their way a little more clearly, continue, like finished coquettes, “unwilling to name the day.” This applies more particularly to meetings that, weather permitting, would come off at some early date; while those whose custom it is to wait for the afternoon of the season, see no “just cause or impediment” to making their arrangements as usual. Amongst others so determined on, we have already the Hereford Grand Annual, the Carmarthenshire, Liverpool, Brocklesby-lunt, Birmingham, Derbyshire, Pembrokeshire, Royal Leamingion, Leominster, Lincoln, Grand Military, Windsor, and Grand French-the last, just advertised for the 11th of April, with 12,500 francs (or, £500) added, and the names of two Counts, one Baron, and one Baronet (Sir William Massey Stanley) appended as stewards. In the Irish programme, on which we have not touched, there is scarcely the shadowing forth of Erin's average strength for her own especial pastime; but perhaps, all things considered, this is not to be surprised at.

A DESIDERATUM.-Every fence in the line of the Wolverhampton chase fixed for February 2nd is warranted to be seen from the Grand Stand.

THE GRAND MILITARY STEEPLE CHASES.— These steeple races will take place the second fortnight in March, but the locality has not yet been decided

upon. The following have already entered their names as subscribers to the various stakes :

A Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each, &c.: H. S. H. Prince Edward of Saxe Weimar, Grenadier Guards ; Lt.-General the Hon. E. P. Lygon, Inspector of Cavalry; Viscount Seaham, 1st Life Guards ; Hon. R. N. Lawley, 2nd Life Guards; Capt. Gambier, Royal Artillery ; Lt.-Colonel Hankey, Capt. Allen, Lieut. Lockhart Little, Cornet Hatfield de Rodes, Cornet M. Fenwick, Cornet S. R. Brise, King's Dragoon Guards ; Major King and Lieut. Fort, 5th Dragoon Guards ; Cornet H. Lee Carter, the Carabineers; Cornet Geo. Littledale, Royal Dragoons; Lieut. T. F. Grove, Inniskillen Dragoons; Capt. Clerk, 12th Royal Lancers; Lt.-Colonel Lawrenson, 13th Light Dragoons ; Capt. Scobell, Capt. Boucherett, Lieut. Miles, Lieut. Fleming, 17th Lancers ; Capt. Powell, Grenadier Guards; Capt. the Hon. E. R. Boyle, Coldstream Guards; Sir E. Poore, Bart., Scots Fusilier Guards; Capt. Kennedy and Lieut. S. Grant, 68th Light Infantry; Capt. Crawford, Lieut. D'Arcy, Lieut. Alleyne, Lieut. Kennedy, Lieut. Philipps, Depot 89th Regiment.

A Sweepstakes of 5 sovs. each, &c. : Lieut.-General the Hon. E. P. Lygon, Inspector of Cavalry; Col. Hankey, Capt. Travers, Lieut. Lockhart Little, Cornet Hatfield de Rodes, King's Dragoon Guards; Cornet H. Lee Carter, the Carabineers ; Cornet G. Littledale, Royal Dragoons; Lieut. Lyon, 17th Lancers; Capt. Hon. E. R. Boyle, Coldstream Guards; Lieut. S. Grant, Lieut. S. L. Hobson, Lieut. D'Arcy, and Lieut. Kennedy, 68th Light Infantry.

The Welter Stakes, of 10 sovs. each, &c.: Lieut.-General the Hon. E. P. Lygon Inspector of Cavalry ; Viscount Seaham, 1st Life Guards; Hon. R. N. Lawley, 2nd Life Guards ; Lieut.-Colonel Hankey, Capt. Allen, Cornet Hatfield de Rodes, Cornet M. Fenwick, Cornet S. R. Brise, King's Dragoon Guards; Capt. E. Taylor, and Cornet H, L. Carter, the Carabineers; Lieut,

Colonel Lawrenson, 13th Light Dragoons; Lieut. Fleming, 17th Lancers; Lieut. D'Arcy, and Lieut. Kennedy, Depot 89th Regiment.

The fourth race will be the Handicap for the beaten horses.

Nominations and entries for all the above are to be made to J. Wilkinson, Esq., hon, secretary, Regent's Park Barracks, on or before Feb. 15.

In re the real chase and nothing but the chase, we could do no better than give our last month's synopsis over again, with the grateful addendum that the good men of Worcester have evinced a thought for the past as well as an eye to the future. The ex-master is now to be honoured with a dinner and a testimonial of esteem from his brother sportsmen ; and from all we can hear, there are, can be, few men more truly deserving of any such tribute than the gentleman for whom it is in this instance intended—Captain Candler.

THE SALMON AND HIS Foes.-It would appear from the two following newspaper histories that the otter we have this month introduced is not the only opponent the fair-play rod-and-line fisherman has to contend with in his assumed sovereignty of the stream. The first, we believe, is not without precedent; while the second, for “proof," we imagine must be.

ANGLING EXTRAORDINARY.-A very remarkable scene occurred on the beach at Musselburgh, on Monday week, in which a small dog signalised himself in a manner well worthy of record. It appears he had been in the habit of swimming occasionally for any unfortunate bird which may have come under the range of his master's gun, and upon the occasion alluded to he was in waiting for this purpose. "An ineffectual shot at a bird was fol. lowed by a sudden rush of the dog into the water, which at this spot is rather deep, and in which to his master's astonishment, he almost immediately disappeared. In a few moments he again came to the surface, and got footing on terra firma; but this time he was not alone; for struggling fiercely with him was (as was at first supposed) some monster which he had caught, and by which he appeared about to be overcome.

Once or twice he was fairly overturned, but still he fought bravely, and at length he succeeded in proving victor. The monster, when landed, turned out to be nothing less than a salmon of about 5lb. weight.

The more wonderful record is headed “A Salmon Fight," and would, in the hands of an apt artist, furnish no bad companion subject to Landseer's celebrated painting of “A Forest Joust," the lords of mountain and of flood alike being forced from love to war.

A SALMON Fight.-Instances of the ferocity of the varied species of bipeds and quadrupeds have been often recorded in the public journals, and Mr. Jesse and Mr. St. John have lately furnished interesting incidents regarding the traits and habits of these animals; but we have to narrate a more remarkable occurrence, in the character of the salmon, than we have yet had the opportunity to record. The facts are these :-While several cuttermen (of the preventive service) were on their rounds the other day, and bearing along the Findhorn, between Glenferness and Dulcie-bridge, they observed an unusual commotion among the spawning beds on the ford. On approaching the spot two large male salmon were seen engaged in mortal combat for possession of a female. Never did chivalric knights contest for the hand of “ ladye fair” more fiercely than these buirdly " lords of the flood.” The tranquil bosom of the stream was lashed into foam by the struggles of the finny antagonists; in the meantime the object of the fray was beating about “spectatress of the fight.” From the appearance of the stream-dyed with blood, and gradually assuming its former smooth surface—it was evident that the contest was over. One of the salmon at last floundered on the surface dead, and the victor, it may be conjectured, ex

haustedly bore off his prize. The men, who had the curiosity to watch the fight, as a proof of their story, conveyed the dead salmon to the nearest dwelling--that of Mr. George Mackintosh, March Strype, near the entrance of the secluded valley called the Streens. The victorious salmon had torn off the flesh, or rather fish, along the back from head to tail, to the very bone. In the movements of salmon spawning, the males heve been often seen chasing one another, but such a fray as this has not been witnessed by the oldest fisher or poacher on the Findhorn.-Elgin Courier.

THE ROYAL YACHT SQUADRON. -The election of the Commodore to this Squadron has been postponed till the meeting in May:

“BURKING” Horses.- Amongst the many schemes hit on by the industrious, that of burking, or suffocating horses, with a view of purchasing the carcasses, is just at present not the most neglected. Within a circle of three miles, in one part of the county of Essex, it is said that more than twenty valuable horses have been thus destroyed within the last twelvemonths. Other varieties of cattle have also suffered in the same way, and with, we should suppose, a greater profit to the perpetrators of these villanies. The body of a horse, under any circumstances, cannot be worth much ; while that of a cow or calf in good condition might fetch a fair price in a distant or London market. In either case, however, we know of nothing so likely to counteract such a system of robbery as that excellent institution the “ Farmers' and Graziers' Mutual Čattle Insurance Association :" with its aid and strength every charge might be prosecuted to the utmost,

STATE OF THE ODDS, &c.

THE NOMINATIONS.—The year 1847 has scarcely evinced that strength at starting which has latterly topped one season over the other. Though, certainly, the different new stakes have been filling well, “the old established” have not all reached the rank-and-file amount they numbered this time twelvemonths. The handicapping, again, has been thought but "so-so;" and the acceptances thus far stand somewhat in corroboration thereof. Winter handicaps, though, on most occasions are difficult things to venture on. Some horses have improved, and others gone back; while all bring themselves to believe (through their pastors and masters) that they ought to be uncommonly well in. The great cause of complaint just at present is that the weights are not regulated enough by public performance; and yet it is a generally-admitted fact that no man can make a good race, or satisfactory show of the “left in,” who trusts alone to official returns. The gentlemen chosen to fulfil these always disagreeable duties have hitherto displayed a very great ability for their task; and if here and there their efforts may perhaps not, on paper," have been quite so successful as usual, they have still little to fear from what the voice of sheer ignorance or interest may advance against their estimates. Having thus, we trust, taken a more charitable, and, as we believe, a more unprejudiced, view of this too-much-talked-of objection, we may return to the more self-evident side of the subject, and demon

strate by comparison the rise or fall of our different spring-tide attractions. The Great Northamptonshire Stakes had in 1846 seventynine subscribers; in 1847 it boasts just a hundred. The Chester Cup in 1846 had one hundred and forty-two subscribers; it now glories in a hundred and seventy-six ! The Great Metropolitan last season reached only sixty-one, while it has now within two as many acceptances, with a hundred and fourteen nominations; and the Liverpool Cup shows a hundred and thirty-seven against the ninetynine of last time. So far for those at a premium ; while amongst the “ bears" are, first, the Newmarket Handicap, with seventy-seven nominations instead of a hundred and thirty-two, followed by only thirty-eight acceptances; then “the Somersetshire,” with sixty-four for eighty-one; and third, the Doncaster St. Leger for '48 closing with a hundred and thirty-six subscribers in the face of the hundred and forty-seven for ’47. On the whole, though, we think the “ayes” have it, and that racing is progressing even yet.

The Duke of Richmond has sold Red Deer, and Sir Gilbert Heathcote Akbar; the former goes to York, the latter to Italy. At the sale of the late Mr. Plummer's stud, Alice Hawthorn went to Mr. Peck for £800, who bought nearly every lot—the et cetera at very low figures.

A very slack off-month's work on the Derby has still confirmed one great feature in the business of its predecessor—the gradual and formidable advance of Epirote, who must ere long be playing a seesaw game for the premiership. His friends are always anxious to makc a bargain, whereas the support now sent into the Dutchman comes very much as if given, as Falstaff would have it,“ upon compulsion.” The faith of the majority is evidently failing, from some cause or other, either real or ideal. Mr. Mostyn's picked pair, without any forcing or flavouring, continue in remarkably good odour; while Allertonian, Wanota, and Lunedale are also in the enjoyment of high favour as well as high places. Then, in the “ occasionals,” and just one remove or so from those whose names are seldom heard, we have Red Hart, with far more enemies than advocates, though not limited either way; Christopher, said to be sold to a Mr. Conway for a whole dump of money, and to be quite as much of a clipper as Sir Tatton himself; Conyngham, Tantivy, Projectile, The Liberator, and the Marpessa Colt, all still to be had and welcome at the prices quoted. Of the non est since our last, Johnny Armstrong, in mountain metaphor, is "gone dead," and the Cobweb Colt, as far as the public seem interested, would not be much missed if he too had started on the same route. Severus, by the bye, has not paid forfeit on that understanding, but yet lives and hopes; the regretted of his stable happened, after all, to be a yearling. The only advice we have to add on to these deaths and counter-deaths of Derby nags is, that Mr. Mostyn has very handsomely taken the hint we offered him last month, and just christened three of his three-yearold team as follows :—The colt by Lanercost, out of La Femme Sage, “Wiseacre;" the colt by Lanercost, out of Miss Martin, “ Mr. Martin;" and the filly by Lanercost, out of L'Hirondelle, “ Swallow.”

The betting on the quartette put in place for the Oaks has been far

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