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quented by these animals is selected, extending sometimes to fifty miles; the whole population of the district is raised, and paid for assisting; so that on some of these occasions, more than three thousand persons have been engaged. A convenient plain is chosen for the Keddah; and a deep and wide ditch being formed, in almost a circle, a high strong fence of bamboos is erected on the outside of it. From the points of the enclosure which leave the circle imperfect, two quarter circles, of the same kind of fence, extend, like arms, or a funnel, to receive the approaching animals. In the Keddahs, and on the advanced ground near it, quantities of the elephant's favorite food are scattered; and within the area are stationed some female decoy elephants, well trained to act their part in the scheme. As soon as the business commences, the different parties appointed on the confines of the district begin by beating the trees and bushes, by making various noises, and sometimes by making fires. From these the elephants retire; and being pressed by similar excitements, always directed towards the Keddah, they may in three or four days be brought to its aperture. Here they begin to devour the food that has been spread for them; and are gradually led into the enclosure by the increased supply of nutriment, aided by the incitements of the females; after which a strong barrier is thrown across the part of the circle left open before, so that the whole number is secured. Some of the larger animals will occasionally prove refractory; but they are soon intimidated by a squib thrown amongst them, and often the female decoy elephants can reduce them to obedience by beating them with their trunks.

The value of a capture of this kind may be conjectured, when it is known that more than a hundred elephants are frequently taken on such occasions, and that a fine elephant is worth nearly a hundred pounds.

A MURDERER SINGLED OUT BY A DOG. There is at Nemours, in France, a castle of very ancient structure: it was built by Charles the Fifth. On one of the chimneys in this building there is a remarkable piece of sculpture. It represents a battle between an unarmed man and a mastiff, before a multitude of spectators. The story is preserved on record, and is as old as the time of Charles the Fifth. It is as follows:-A person of some distinction was found early in the morning, by some peasants, dead, in the midst of an unfrequented wood, and with marks of violence on him; by his side stood a mastiff dog, that used to attend him in his walks. The monarch was on the spot when the accident happened; he inquired with the utmost rigour after all that could be supposed guilty. An ancient animosity between the deceased and a man of fortune in the neighbourhood had

rendered him suspected. His servants had sworn to his being in bed early; himself gave asseverations of having made up the dispute; but the King suspected. Charles the Fifth was a man of discernment; he thought guilt was in his face, in spite of all his assertions of innocence. He ordered the suspected person, and twenty others, to be set before him the next day. He produced the faithful dog that had been found near his master's body; the creature singled out the murderer, who was the very person suspected, and would have torn him to pieces on the spot, if he had not confessed the fact, and changed the punishment."

SMOLENSKO; OR, A SECOND ECLIPSE.

Smolensko, the property of Sir Charles Bunbury, which, during his racing career, excited a greater share of the public curiosity than any of his most famous predecessors, in 1813 won the two great stakes in the Newmarket Spring Meetings; immediately afterwards, the Derby Stakes at Epsom; and the Magna Charta Stakes at Egham in the following August. It was even betting for the Derby between Smolensko and the field, and an unfortunate gentleman, backing the field to a large amount, had not sufficient firmness of mind to bear up against the consequence of his own imprudence. A few days, however, before the race, a report getting abroad that the horse was lame, and he being seen without one of his shoes, Sir Charles Bunbury took and won five and six hundred pounds to ten three times over. The betting soon returned to its former state. At this time the newspapers were filled with Smolensko, and he was by them represented as the speediest horse which had appeared since Eclipse, and "unlike Eclipse only in his coolness and want of driving." All the world went to Epsom to witness the performance of this new Eclipse. On his return to London, he was ordered from Tattersall's, for the inspection of his Royal Highness the Regent. Many persons were desirous of purchasing this horse, and there seems no doubt that four or five thousand pounds might have been obtained, had the proprietor been desirous to part with him. On the approach of the Egham meeting, the public papers were again full of Smolensko, and a turnpikeman on the road declared, that, in twenty years, he had not seen such crowds pass his gate, of carriage company, horse, and foot, the latter of all descriptions, and all for the purpose of getting a sight of the famous black horse. Many had come eighteen or twenty miles on foot, returning through the gate, till two o'clock in the morning. Crowds gathered round him on the course, and he was then exhibited to her Majesty the Queen and the Princesses at the royal stand. A man actually offered Sir Charles Bunbury two hundred pounds for the

use of his horse, to make a show of; and,
there is no doubt but that Sir Charles, could
he have done such a thing, might have made
five hundred pounds by exhibiting him in
London. Among the curious tattle at Egham,
on the subject of this wonderful horse, it
went about that, the day before the race, he
had been stinted of his meat and water, ac-
cording to the old system; most probably a
hoax of the groom, by way of answer to some
sage inquiry; it, however, reached the ears
of Sir Charles, who remarked to his informant
that, should a servant of his make so gross a
breach of his orders, "he would never eat
any more of his beef and pudding."
It was
reported Sir Charles challenged all England,
offering to take four pounds and run his horse
against any horse of his year, his horse not to
take a sweat. Smolensko was one of the
healthiest, quietest, and best tempered horses
that ever was trained; about sixteen hands
and a half high, full brother to Thunderbolt,
got by Sorcerer, a son of Trumpator, and his
pedigree is filled with our oldest and highest
racing blood.

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THE SPORTING DUKE AND THE CURATE. Many years since, when the accomplished Duke of Nivernois was ambassador to England, he was going to lord Townsend's seat, at Rainham, in Norfolk, on a private visit, en dishabille, and with only one servant, when he was obliged by a very heavy shower to stop at a farm-house in the way. The master of the house was a clergyman, who, to a poor curacy, added the care of a few scholars in the neighbourhood, which, in all, might make his living about eighty pounds a year: this was all he had to maintain a wife and six children. When the duke alighted, the clergyman not knowing his rank, begged him to come in and dry himself, which the other accepted by borrowing a pair of old worsted stockings and slippers, and warming himself by a good fire. After some conversation the duke observed an old chess-board hanging up, and, as he was passionately fond of that game, he asked the clergyman whether he could play. The latter told him that he could play pretty tolerably, but found it difficult in that part of the country to get an antagonist. "I am your man," says the duke.

"With all

my heart," answers the clergyman; "and if you will stay and take pot-luck, I will see if I cannot beat you." The day continuing rainy, the duke accepted his offer, when his antagonist played so much better that he won every game. This was so far from fretting the duke, that he was pleased to meet a man who could give him so much entertainment at his favorite game. He accordingly enquired into the state of his family affairs, and, making a memorandum of his address, without discovering his title, thanked him and departed.

Some months elapsed, and the clergyman never thought of the matter, when, one evening a footman rode up to the door, and presented him with a note-"The Duke de Nivernois' compliments wait on the Rev. Mr. —, and, as a remembrance for the good drubbing he gave him at chess, begs that he will accept the living of worth £400 per annum; and that he will wait upon his Grace the Duke of Newcastle, on Friday next, to thank him for the same.

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The good clergyman was some time before he could imagine it to be any more than a jest, and hesitated to obey the mandate; but, as his wife insisted on his making a trial, he went up to town, and, to his unspeakable satisfaction, found the contents of the note literally true.

SILVER HORSE SHOES.

It is mentioned by Beckman that when the Marquis of Tuscany, one of the richest princes of his time, went to meet Beatrix, his bride, about the year 1038, his whole train were so magnificently decorated, that his horses were shod, not with iron, but with silver. The nails even were of the same metal; and when any of them dropped out they belonged to those who found them. It is well known that an ambassador from England to France once indulged in a similar extravagance, to exhibit his opulence and generosity; having had his horse shod with silver shoes, so slightly attached, that, by purposely curvetting the animal, they were shaken off, and allowed to be picked up by the populace.

THE OLD SHEPHERD'S DOG.

BY DR. WALCOT.

The old Shepherd's dog, like his master, was grey,
His teeth all departed, and feeble his tongue;
Yet where'er Corin went, he was follow'd by Tray-
Thus happy through life did they hobble along.

When fatigued, on the grass the Shepherd would lie,
For a nap in the sun-'midst his slumbers so sweet,
His faithful companion crawl'd constantly nigh,
Plac'd his head on his lap, or lay down at his feet.

When Winter was heard on the hill and the plain,
And torrents descended, and cold was the wind;
If Corin went forth 'mid the tempest and rain,
Tray scorn'd to be left in the chimney behind.

At length in the straw Tray made his last bed:
For vain, against Death, is the stoutest endeavour;
To lick Corin's hand he rear'd up his weak head;
Then fell back, clos'd his eyes, and ah! clos'd them
for ever!

Not long after Tray did the Shepherd remain,

Who oft o'er his grave with true sorrow would bend, And, when dying, thus feebly was heard the poor swain,

“O, bury me, neighbours, beside my old Friend!'

Printed for Thomas Tegg, Cheapside, by John Haddon, Castle Street, Finsbury.

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SPORTING AT SEA:

Or, the PET MONKEY giving chase to the Ship's Crew!

"Monkey's allowance, more kicks than halfpence."

To such men as the Jolly Tars of old England, who at times are some thousands of miles from their dear native home, their wives and children, and whose exertions day after day are confined as it were within the small space of a few hundred yards, any thing in the shape of a bit of fun to drive away unwelcome thoughts, a mere trifle, under such circumstances, must operate upon the feelings like new life to them; or, as Jack Jolly sings:

There's nothing goes wrong when the grog's mixed right,

And I never looks dull when the liquor looks bright; Though my head it grows heavy, my heels they go light

And I likes fun and humour,

I likes fun and humour

Tol de rol liddie le ri do

Yes, shipmates, I likes fun and humour.

We Tars are all for fun and glee!

"I need not dwell on the common-place tricks of a nautical monkey (observes Captain Basil Hall), as they must be well known to every one; such as catching hold of the end of the sail makers' ball of twine, and paying the whole overboard, hand over hand, from a secure station in the rigging; or his stealing the boatswain's silver call, and letting it drop from the end of the cathead: or his getting into one of the cabin ports, and tearing up the captain's letters, a trick at which even the stately skipper is obliged to laugh.

"One of our monkey's grand amusements was to watch some one arranging his clothes in his bag. After the stowage was completed and every thing put carefully away, he would

steal round, untie the strings, and, having opened the mouth of the bag, would draw forth in succession every article of dress, first smell to it, then turn it over and over, and lastly, fling it away on the wet deck. It was amusing enough to observe that, all the while he was committing any piece of mischief, he appeared not only to be under the fullest consciousness of guilt, but living under the perfect certainty that he was earning a good sound drubbing for his pains. Still, the pleasure of doing wrong was so strong and habitual within him, that he seemed utterly incapable of resisting the temptation whenever it fell in his way. When occupied in these misdeeds, he continued alternately chattering with terror, and screaming with delight at his own ingenuity, till the enraged owner of the property burstin upon him, hardly more angry with Jacko than with his malicious messmates, who, instead of preventing, rather encouraged the pillage.

"All this was innocent, however, compared to the tricks which the blue jackets taught him to play upon the jolly marines. How they set about this laudable piece of instruction I know not but the antipathy which they established in Jacko's breast against the red coats was something far beyond ordinary prejudice, and in its consequences partook more of the interminable war between cat and dog.

"The monkey, who entered with all the zeal of a hot partisan into the designs of the blues, showed no mercy to the red faction, against whom he had not, in fact, the slightest shadow of a real quarrel. As that trifling circumstance, however, seemed, as in graver cases of quarrel, only to aggravate the hostility, every new day brought a new mode of attack upon the unhappy soldiers, who were never safe. At first he merely chattered, or grinned contemptuously at them; or, at worst snapped at his heels, soiled their fine pipeclayed trousers, or pulled the cartridges out of their cartouch-boxes, and scattered the powder over the decks, feats for which his rump was sure to smart under the ratan of the indignant sergeant, to whom the 'party' made their complaint. Upon these occasions the sailors laughed so heartily at their friend Jacko, as he placed his hands behind him, and, in an agony of rage and pain, rubbed the seat of honour, smarting under the sergeant's chastisement, that, if he could only have reasoned the matter like a statesman, he would soon have distrusted his advantage in this offensive, but not defensive, alliance with the Johnnies against the Jollies. Sometimes, indeed, he appeared to be quite sensible of his absurd position, caned by his enemy and ridiculed by his friends, in whose cause he was suffering. On these occasions he often made a run, open-mouthed, at the sailors; in return for which mutinous proceeding he was sure to get a smart rap over the nose from his own party, which more than counterpoised

the anguish at the other extremity of his person, giving ludicrous occupation to both his hands, and redoubling the shouts of laughter at his expense. In short, poor St. Jago literally got what is currently called monkey's allowance, viz. ' more kicks than halfpence.'

"In process of time, as Mr. Monkey, by dint of that bitter monitor, experience, gained higher knowledge in the art of marine warfare and ship diplomacy, he became much more formidable in his attacks on the 'corps,' and generally contrived to keep himself well beyond the reach of the sergeant's merciless ratan. One of the favorite pranks of the sailors was to place him near the break of the forecastle, with a handspike, taken from the bow-chaser gun, in his paws. It was quite as much as he could carry, and far more than he could use as a missile against the royals; but he was soon instructed in a method of employing it, which always grievously annoyed the enemy. Theoretically speaking, I presume poor Jacko knew no more of the laws of gravitation, when applying it to the annoyance of the marines, than his friends the seamen did of centrifugal action, when swinging round the hand-lead to gain soundings by pitching it far forward into the water; but without such scientific knowledge, both the monkey and his wicked associates knew very well that if a handspike were held across the top of the forecastle ladder, and let go when a person was about half way down it, the heels of the said individual would be sure to bring up or stop the bar. The unhappy marine, therefore, who happened to be descending the steps when Jacko let his handspike fall, generally got the skin taken off his heels, or his instep, according as his rear or his front was turned towards the foe. The instant Jacko let go his hold and the law of gravitation began to act, so that the handspike was heard to rattle down the ladder, off he jumped to the bow of the barge, overlooking the spot, and there sat, with his neck stretched out, his eyes starting from his head, and his lips drawn back, till his teeth, displayed from ear to ear, rapped against one another like a pair of castanets in a bolero, under the influence of the most ecstatic alarm, curiously mixed up with the joy of complete success. The poor wounded Gulpin, in the meantime, rubbed his ankles, as he fired off a volley of imprecations, the only effect of which was to increase the number of his audience, grinning and laughing in chorus with the terrified mischiefmonger."

HAPPY JERRY!

Late of the Surrey Zoological Gardens.

The individual with this felicitous soubriquet, was a specimen of the great Mandrill Baboon, in its adult state, the Papio Maimon of Geoffrey, and the Cynocephalus Maimon

of Desmarest. It is a native of the Gold Coast and Guinea, in Africa, where whole droves of them often plunder the orchards and vineyards. Their colours are grayishbrown, inclining to olive above; the cheeks are blue and furrowed, and the chin has a sharp pointed orange beard; the nose grows red, especially towards the end, where it becomes of a bright scarlet. Such are, however, only the colours of the adult animal; the young differs materially, on which account it has been considered by naturalists as a distinct species.

Jerry is now a member of death's "antic court" (observes the editor of the Mirror), but his necrology may be interesting to the reader. Mr. Cross describes him as "from on board a slave vessel that had been captured off the Gold Coast in the year 1815," when he was supposed to be three years old. He was landed at Bristol, and was there purchased by the proprietor of a travelling menagerie, who kept him for some years, and taught him the various accomplishments he after excelled in, as sitting in a chair, smoking, drinking grog, &c.; probably he required but little tuition in the latter; since we find a fondness for fermented liquors numbered among his habits by the biographers of his species. In 1828 Jerry was purchased by Mr. Cross, and exhibited at the King's Mews, when he appeared in full vigour, and attracted a large number of daily visitors. He was fed daily from the table of his owner, and almost made a parlor guest; taking tea, toast, bread and butter, soup, boiled and roast meats, vegetables, pastry, &c., with as much goût as any member of a club in his vicinity. In 1829 his eccentricities reached the royal ear at Windsor, and George the Fourth (whose partiality to exotics, animate or inanimate, was well known) sent an "express command" that Jerry should attend at the Castle. The invitations of royalty are always undeclinable, and Jerry obeyed accordingly. The King was much amused with his visiter, and, says our informant, "his Majesty was delighted at seeing him eat the state dinner, consisting of venison, &c., which had been prepared for him." Thus, Jerry was not in the parlous state described by Touchstone: he was not damned like the poor shepherd: he had been to court. He had also learnt good and gallant manners. recognised many of his frequent visiters, and if any female among them was laid hold of, in his presence, he would bristle with rage, strike the bars of his cage with tremendous force, and violently gnash his teeth at the ungallant offender.

He

This reminds us of the attachment of the late Duke of Norfolk to his dogs. They were admitted to the apartment in which his Grace dined; and he often selected the fine cuts from joints at table, and threw the pieces to the curs upon the polished oak floors of Arundel Castle.

In the autumn of 1831 Jerry's health began to decline, and he was accordingly removed from Charing Cross to the suburban salubrity of the Surrey Zoological Gardens. All was of no avail; though, as a biographer would say of a nobler animal, every remedy was tried to restore him to health. Life's fitful fever was well nigh over with him, and in the month of December last-he died. His body was opened and examined, when it appeared that his death was through old age; and, although he had been a free liver, and, as Mr. Cross facetiously observes, "was not a member of a Temperance Society," his internal organization did not seem to have suffered in the way usually consequent upon hard drinking. Perhaps a few ascetic advocates of cant and care-wearing abstinence will think that we ought to conceal this exceptionable fact, lest Jerry's example should be more frequently followed. Justice demands otherwise; and as the biogrophers of old tell us that Alexander the Great died of hard drinking, so ought we to record that Happy Jerry's life was not shortened by the imperial propensity: in this case, the monkey has beat thy man; proverbially, the man beats the monkey. Jerry had, however, his share of ailment-he had been a martyr to that love-pain, the toothache; several of his large molar teeth being entirely decayed. This circumstance accounted for the gloomy appearance he would sometimes put on, and his covering his head with his hands and laying it in his chair. Poor fellow! we could have sympathized with him from our very hearts-we mean teeth. Jerry's remains have been carefully embalmed (we hope in his favourite spirit), and are now at the Surrey Gardens; where the arrival of a living congener is daily expected. Meanwhile, will nobody write the hic jacet of the deceased?* or no publisher

The Editor of the "BooK OF SPORTS" has most humbly endeavoured to scribble out an EPITAPH; or, in other words, "a sort of remembrance" respecting the character of the late HAPPY JERRY for the amusement of his readers; how far he has succeeded in his attempts to describe the qualities of Jerry, he must leave to the candid opinion of the public. However, Mr. Cross may adopt it if he thinks proper, should he have some little niche left in the Surrey Zoological Gardens unoccupied, where he can make it public; if not, it will maintain its situation in the pages of the "Book of Sports !"

HERE LIES

The remains of HAPPY JERRY!!! Who never uttered one complaint during his life! A most ECCENTRIC CREATURE; and one of those

EXTRAORDINARY BEINGS

Rarely to be met with in this most enlightened age in which the LIBERTY OF THE PRESS might have afforded such great facilities

To an observer of human nature;
but, nevertheless,

He heard, SAW, and said NOTHING!
A good example to all Tatlers !

HAPPY JERRY

Was an object of attraction to thousands of persons, although he was considered

A VERY FREE LIVER!

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