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railway. Coaching still prevails in the principality of Wales ; and a more delightful road cannot well be selected than that from Hereford to the Hay, Brecon, and Carmarthen. Devonshire and Cornwall likewise send forth their quota of well-horsed conveyances, to which some of our old celebrities are doing the honours; and that they may work out their time cheerily and happily they have my sincere good wishes, together with a host of amateurs, to whom so many are known and by whom they are as universally respected.

It always has been the case, and it is therefore reasonable to conclude that it always will be so, that the rising generation is faster than the old one : nothing can be more conclusive than the present state of society on this point. Turn from the race-course to the hunting-field the same principle is evident. The old-fashioned country gentleman, proud of his patrimonial acres and mansion as his winter residenec, keeps up the scene with hospitality, good-humour, and kindness towards his friends, his neighbours, and his dependants. In him we have a worthy specimen of Old England. The welfare of his tenantry, and the enjoyment of field sports, are quite sufficient occupations, without seeking other objects to beguile the time. The rising generation eschews such slowness, and courts excitement in the metropolis or some other large, populous, and fashionable locality. A day or two shooting suffices for his ambition; persevered in for a longer duration it becomes monotonous and tiresome. A day occasionally with the Baron Rothschild's stag-hounds, or perchance with the Pytchley, Lord Southamptori, or Mr. Selby Lowndes, on a hunter hired for the occasion, satisfies his ardour venandi. So long as either can enjoy himself after his own peculiar fashion, I can see no cause for regret ; on the contrary, it is an event for much congratulation that each of Her Majesty's loyal and faithful subjects may have the opportunity of sipping from the goblet of pleasure the draught most agreeable to his palate. That the refinement which has increased in our national character during the last quarter of & century will have the effect of reducing our manly bearing, need not create the least alarnı, is an opinion which may be freely exercised. When Englishmen are called to arms, the present generation conduct themselves with as much intrepidity and courage as their grandsires did. Taking the hunting-field as a test, which it doubtless is, to a certain extent, the young men of the present day ride quite as fearlessly as those of 1825 ; and many masters of hounds and huntsmen would rejoice if they did not ride quite so forward. In the early part of the present century, a man who went well to hounds was regarded as a phenomenon; but now-a-days there are so many who appear in the first flight that individual notoriety ceases.

Grave forebodings are associated with the month of November, begotten by the dull, murky atmosphere which ofttimes lurks about our large cities, supposed by foreigners to engender phantasies of suicide in the brains of dyspeptic, hypochondriacal Englishmen. But let us propose an antidote by courting remedies which will chase away gloomy despair ; and thus, the body being invigorated, the mind will participate. In these days of diversified amusements it is not a very difficult matter to select such as will be acceptable to all tastes. Until within a few years, the racing fraternity closed their accounts with Newmarket Houghton meeting and little provincial trysts at Worcester and Tarporley. Epsom has now an autumnal meeting, appointed to take place during this month ; and similar attractions are proposed at Hampton, Liverpool, and Warwick, not forgetting the Aberystwith Hunt meeting, invariably one of the most agreeable gatherings of its kind it has ever been my good fortune to attend.

A more favourable time for cub-hunting has certainly never been experienced; for although the weather was dry during the early wecks, there were heavy dews at night, and no particular deficiency of scent at the early dawn of day. Foxes are generally plentiful, and everything angurs fortuitously for an excellent season. The Earl Fitzbardinge's hounds visited the Cheltenham kennels, as usual, in September, and paid their accustomed devoirs to the vulpine family in that country. The permission given last season by the noble Earl to Mr. Villebois to hunt the Chedworth woods during those months his lordship's hounds are at their home kennels, it is understood will be continued. It is an arrangement mutually conducive to the sport of both packs ; for those woods are so strong and extensive, and the foxes so abundantly preserved, that unless constantly hunted it is a very difficult matter to force them to break; but when they do, a run may be booked as a certainty, especially if it be in the direction of Puzedown or Northleach. The visitors to Cheltenham will receive this arrangement with satisfaction, for they were often wont to imagine they might have enjoyed a run in the open because a fox might have left the covert while the hounds were running hard at another that would not go away. In fact, there are many persons who hunt constantly so little acquainted with the details of the science as to imagine if a fox breaks he ought to be followed, although hounds may be working hard at the one they first found, but which still hangs to his sylvan territories.

The foxes in these woodlands have lost a zealous friend, and the country a most enthusiastic sportsman, by the death, last summer, of a highly respected yeoman, Mr. William Walker, of Compton, who never failed in his attendance at the covert side whenever the hounds were within his reach. He was well-known to all who resided in the country, and as universally esteemed ; and strangers will scarcely fail to recollect a portly farmer, wearing a low crowned hat, on a dark chestnut horse with a white face, which he rode some seventeen seasons, finishing his career only one season previously to the summer when his master died, and although worn out, to the credit of this worthy farmer be it recorded, his directions were, that his old horse should be taken care of during the remainder of his days. Having gallantly carried eighteen stone, it was an act of consideration he well deserved. There was an honest bluntness in the manner of this true bred Cotswold farmer, combined with a shrewdness of reply, which without prcducing offence was often the occasion of mirth and good-humour ; and yet those who commenced joking with him, whether high or low their station, seldom got much the best in repartee.

Another character, though of more humble pretension, will be missed by the attendants on Earl Fitzhardinge's hounds. The well-known

Jem Hastings," who for many years had been in the habit of following his lordship’s hounds on foot, “ has shuffled off this mortal coil ”

nd “has gone to earth” in Charlton churchyard. Although in reduced circumstances, he was a man of respectable family, his father

and grandfather having been claimants for the peerage of Huntingdon, upon which unsuccessful claim they spent nearly the whole of their property. Jem Hastings was originally brought up as a tailor, but evidently having more " bunting blood” in his veins than was compatible with that calling, preferred the chace of the fox to handling the goose. Nearly from the commencement of Earl Fitzhardinge keeping hounds, this untiring veteran has been in the habit of following them on foot ; and his powers of endurance appear to have been inexhaustible. It is related of him, that one morning on which the hounds met in the Broadway country, he walked from Cheltenham, 16 miles, and thence to the covert-side, 8 miles; followed the hounds all day, and was with them when they killed at Fairford, another 12 miles ; back to Broadway, 20 miles, and thence to Cheltenbam, 16 miles further. Not content with this, Jem went badger-hunting at night in Queen and West woods, adding another 12 miles to the distances already enumerated : thus, in twenty-four hours he must have gone at least 84 miles. We preferred walking to riding even when he had an opportanity, declaring it would tire him more than the exercise to which he was so much accustomed.

In my last communication, alluding to the sailing properties of the America, I made the remark that internal room and luxurious accommo. dation were generally greater considerations in the modelling and fitting up of our yachts than fast sailing qualities : to this may be added capabilities of encountering “hcavy gales and boisterous seas," a reflection we are led to by the distressing catastrophe which befel the Owen Glendower on the night of September 24th, off the coast of Ireland, having on board her owner, William Moore, Esq., Mrs. Moore, Mrs. Massey, and Miss Llewellyn. No one can read the account which appeared in Bell's Life without feelings of the most exquisite sympathy for the painful sufferings of the crew, particularly when it is observed that three of our fair countrywomen were doomed to brave the raging of the tempest in a disabled barque. The following extract from the abovenamed authority affords å most exciting narration of the event.

"At 6 p.m. (Wednesday), vessel 10 miles off Loop Island, under all plain sail, with squaresail set, the sailing-master requested orders from Mr. Moore as to whether he should go into the Shannon or carry on for the night. The latter course was adopted ; and the squaresail hauled, mainsail close reefed, foresail stowed, and with No. 3 jib the vessel was made snug for the night. At this period there was a very heavy sea on, and every prospect of a dirty night ; vessel going 11 knots. At 8 p.m, the lights of Arran Island were sighted, and the skipper hove the vessel to with her head W. and by S., with a whole gale from the southward and westward, and a tremendous sea running, vessel scending heavily, and apparently tender of her head canvas. Just as the watch was relieved at midnight, the wind lulled for a moment, and then backing out from the N.N.E., came on to blow with redoubled fury. With a terrific sen a fearful squall struck her, when with a heavy roll she laid over bodily, and scending helplessly into the succeeding wave it swept her decks, filling her jib, carried away her bowsprit close by the span-shackle, burst the forestay at the stem head, mainmast snapped short off by the partners, chain plates wrenched from the channels, mast breaking also under the eyes of the rigging, ånd falling with an awful crash over her port quarter, carrying away main skylight, cabin

companion, after skylight, bulwark stanchions and sheeting, and cutting down the taffrail in the port quarter midway to the counter. The scene at this time on board was perfectly awful. The skipper was struck down by the falling spars and gear, as also was the mate, and both scverely injured ; and the man at the tiller, James Best, of London, severely cut about the head. Mr. Moore, still undaunted, gallantly cheered on his crew; and his noble-hearted wife set an example on that fearful night which few of that crew will forget to their dying hour. Was ballast to be thrown overboard, were the wounded to be cared for, the wreck to be cleared away, the bold spirit to be sustained, or the fearful to be encouraged, there was this high-spirited lady fearless to the last."

With the vessel in the disabled state already described they en. countered the whole of the night, and having hoisted signals of distress their perilous situation was noticed, at 11 a.m. on Thursday, by the John of Riga, Captain Hein, outward bound with emigrants from Galway for New York. At 6 p.m., the gale abating, the gallant captain was enabled to lower a boat and rescue the grateful sufferers, whom he landed safely at Kilrush. Who can read the above without admiration for the brave bearing of Mrs. Moore? When distress and real danger are at hand it is in the well-educated, high-minded woman that true courage and undaunted coolness reign pre-eminent.

PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF TILBURY NOGO, ESQ. ;

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" The ancient Persians taught three useful things :

To ride-to draw the bow-to speak the truth!
Such was the mode of Cyrus - best of kings-

A mode adopted since by moderu youth :
Bows have they-generally with two strings !

Horses they ride without remorse or ruth :
At speaking truth perhaps they're not so clever ;
But draw the long-bow better now thau ever !"

Don JUAN.

" and taught his novice hand
To aim the forked bolt; while he stood trembling,
Scared at the sound, and dazzled with its brightness."

GRAY'S Agrippina.

London in the season is doubtless a very delightful place ; and while the frame is vigorous, and the nerves unshaken, there is more enjoyment within the grasp of the votary of pleasure in the metropolis, than elsewhere. But let sorrow cast her shadow over the giddy trifler ; let sickness poison the source of every gratification, which he has quaffed 80 eagerly ; or let “ennui ”- the certain offspring of false excitement

cloud his satiated mind, and paralyze his enfeebled energies, lo! a sudden change comes over him who erewbile seemed as if he could only exist in Pall-Mall, and, like a child flying back to its mother's quiet smile, when surfeited with the caresses and indulgences of a birth-day, he betakes himself for rest and refreshment to the inexhaustible stores of rural nature ; and weary, dejected, disgusted though he he, her legitimate amusements and invigorating pursuits soon renovate his flagging spirits and drooping frame-soon bring back the bloom of health to his cheek, the lustre of contentment to his eye.

So was it with me. After a season of gaiety and adventure sufficient to undermine the constitution of any man who was neither a philosopher nor a Hercules, I felt so completely “done up" with over-exertion and over-excitement, that Doctor Dotterell found little difficulty in persuading his alarmed patient to subscribe willingly to his fiat, delivered by the leech in his most oracular tone.

“ Country air, Mr. Nogo, is now the sine quâ non : tonics I have tried, and as you must perceive, ineffectually. I have studied your constitution, Mr. Nogo, which is in many respects like my own. You require exercise : you require amusement—hem ! and you are benefited by generous living (let me look at your tongue). You are, like myself, devoted to the sports of the field-not an uncommon taste among men of our organic vigour (the doctor weighed eight stone and a half, and was weak in proportion), who are formed for the ruder and more perilous occupations of life-(allow me to feel your pulse) - and it is my opinion, sir-I speak it advisedly—that you must immediately leave town. Science has done her best for you : I have taken care of that ; and we must now trust for a perfect cure to nature. Nature, sir, without whom the whole pharmacopæia is but a fiddle without strings !”

I was much of the little doctor's opinion as to the pharmacopeia —whatever that imposing word may signify—and lost no time in writing to my old friend and schoolfellow, “ Joe Baggs," as we called him at Eton-now the Rev. Josiah Bagshot, incumbent of Wilton Cowslips, in the diocese of Bath and Wells-proposing that I should immediately pay him a long-promised visit at his quiet retreat in that most beautiful of all the beautiful localities adorning the west of England. It is needless to say that the ci-devant Etonian's acceptance of my offer was cordial as his previous invitation had been hospitable ; and if I thought Dotterell was right in ordering me out of town, whilst my lungs were still oppressed by the smoke-laden atmosphere of London, how much more was I convinced of his skill and judgment when I awoke to the delightful consciousness of restored health and returning spirits, in the pretty bedroom of my friend's snug parsonage, on the morning after my arrival! The stilluess, the utter repose, so grateful after the turmoil and constant noise inseparable from the existence of streets, amounted to perfect luxury ; and as I lay awake, whilst iny well-drilled servant was putting out my things with the stealthiness of a midnight conspirator, and watched the sunbeams streaming through my closed window-shutters, I felt a lightness of heart- a boyish gaiety, to which I had been a stranger for months ; and when I did prevail on myself to get out of bed, it was with a frolicsome bound, such as had planted me on the floor of my tiny dormitory at Eton in years long since gone by, when a whole-holiday rose--as in those days it seemed always to rise in cloudless magnificence ; or better still, when the golden sunlight,

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