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. 5lh. 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 Ènd 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.

GOOD NIGHT to the Season! 'tis over!
Gay dwellings no longer are gay;
The courtier, the gambler, the lover,
Are scatter'd like swallows away:
There's nobody left to invite one,

Except my good uncle and spouse;
My mistress is bathing at Brighton,
My patron is sailing at Cowes:
From want of a better employment,
Till Ponto and Don can get out,
I'll cultivate rural enjoyment,
And angle immensely for trout.

Or 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 boy hood, 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 "nothing 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

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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 personage 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 work man 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

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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 —!

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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