Sporting readers, I will enu

merate:

DIED IN SCOTT'S STABLES.

(Then rising two years old.) Mr. Petre's ch. filly by Blacklock out of Beaufort's dam. Mr. G. Walker's b. filly Caroline, by Partisan out of Quadrille. Mr. G. Walker's b. filly Melody, by Jerry out of Chorister's dam. Mr. G. Walker's ches. colt Muley Molock, by Muley, dam by Comus.

(Then rising three years old.) Mr. Bower's b. filly by Figaro out of The Chancellor's dam.

Mr. Petre's ches. colt Beaufort, by Co

mus out of Rowton's dam.
Mr. Richardson's b. colt Baylock, by
Young Phantom out of Sister to
Brownlock.

Mr. John Scott's bay colt Sledmere, by
Young Phantom, dam by Camillus
out of a Sister to Camillus.
DIED IN SHEPHERD'S STABLES.

(Then rising two years old.) Mr. Vansittart's ches. colt by Tremaine, dam by Rubens, out of Queen of Hearts by Sorcerer. What a bulletin !

The nature of the disease was so extremely different to anything ever before known, that, at its first appearance, it baffled the most experienced skill to stay its progress; and, had it not been met by the utmost unremitting attention and persevering endeavours, there is little doubt but it would have swept away the greater number of horses which are in training on Langton Wold. The principal feature of the disease, on dissection, appeared to be inflammation on the heart. It is greatly to be regretted, that among those horses which are lost were some that had given most promising testimonials of future excellence, and had been purchased at prices far above the ordinary scale: but, alas!

"All that's bright must fade,

The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet were made

But to be lost when sweetest."

Now, however, to the business of the Meeting.

THURSDAY.The morning gave token of anything but a goodly day, but (thanks to false appearances) brought forth, for the season of the year and the situation of our encampment, tolerable weather.

The Craven Stake, as of old, was the first scene booked for our notice, and presented us at the post with four attired for action, but nothing like racing: for John Gray, who steered Primendorf, had no other difficulty to perform than sit quietly, pull hard from the start to the goal, and win in a canter several lengths. To be sure, his second possessed that peculiarity so natural to species of his name, and so objectionable to a racer; but who could grumble to find him a roaring Lion?-for where's the lion that does not roar?—and the third (Panton) sang second to the Lion's melodious strains. Florio (the fourth) may flourish in a distant clime, but will never shine with brilliancy in this land starting Panton was the apple of of sportive fancy.-Previously to the eye. Primendorf, the victor, is a great horse, nearly sixteen hands, but rather deficient of beautiful symmetry. From the what a connoisseur would style character of his competitors in this race, we must defer giving judgment of his qualifications, and, before we declare him PRIMEENOUGH to carry off such a boon as the St. Leger, we must see his next essay over the plains of Old Ebor, where he is intended to make his next appearance.

The Fillies' Stake brought out but three, the distance only a mile. A fine large filly, by Figaro out of Sharpset's (alias Le

panto's) dam, prior to starting gave his rider (Nicholson) a Hoorer, and deposited him on his mother earth. She then took a solitary ramble across the Wold, but was speedily followed, caught, remounted, brought to the post, and started with the other two, Bounce and Mania-Bounce (the fancy one) making running, if such it might be called, to be tween the hill and the distance, where the runaway lady (who could have run over both her competitors in any part of the race) took the front rank, and came from them, winning uncommonly easy.--Her owner (Mr. Garforth) is a branch of an an cient and honorable Tree that once flourished (producing abundant fruit) on the Turf, and this is his first appearance......may he prove fortunate! and, like his veteran ancestor, continue long

with us!

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The Welham Silver Cup, worth Fifty, for cocktails, two miles, concluded the day's amusement, being won without difficulty by Major Thompson's chesnut gelding The Farrier (ridden by him self), who shewed eminent riority to the fair Adelaide, The High Sheriff, Timothy Snarl, Paganini, and Mr. Judd's brown gelding by Cervantes.-The Cervantes one cut out the principal work.-Timothy Snarl was the property of, and rode by, that veteran sportsman Sir Tatton Sykes, who, as I understand and I regretted much to hear itdeclared after the race his determination never to ride again in public, save and except (I anticipate) to hounds, which pleasure, all who know the worthy Baronet will agree would only be relinquished by him with life itself.

FRIDAY (tolerable weather).The Two-year-old Stake commenced the fair, bringing forth the following five: Augusta.......rode by S. Templeman. Mr. Watt's f. by Black

lock out of Muta.........T. Nicholson. Mr. Attwood's b. colt...... W. Weatherill. Vesta.. ..J. Marson, jun. Mr. Dyson's bay filly......J. Dodgson.

The fleet kept sail together to near the distance, where the struggle for superiority produced great tailing-Augusta coming away, and winning easy by a length and a half; the Muta filly second, but bringing forth, some say, a new Ballad, in measure something like the following

"Watt win, All's well: Watt lose, All sell :"

set to anything but an agreeable air:-Vesta third, Dyson fourth, and Mr. Attwood last. The Muta filly was the favorite at evens, and 3 to 1 was laid against the winner-a little short mare, who appeared in condition as ripe as a cherry.

Three hunters next contended

for the Cottage Stake, which was won easy by a bay gelding, Barrister, by Minos out of Cottage Girl, 6 yrs old, rode by the owner, Mr. Bowser.

The Maiden Plate closed this

miserable Meeting, being won, like all the other races, with ease, by Mr. Horsley's filly Voluna, by Comus out of a Prime Minister mare, rode by Nicholson, beating four others, at two heats.

Fearing, Mr. Editor, I have begun to be tedious, I draw up, and until the York Meeting bid you farewell, subscribing myself, Yours, &c.

May 7, 1832,

ALFRED HIGhflyer.

SIR,

Finished my last Letter with the best piece of advice I could give; for I am persuaded that a proficiency in Angling is to be acquired only by individual observation. I do not mean by this to imply that nothing is to be gained from information, or that many years of assiduous practice are indispensable: I merely wish to say, that the art is so far dependent upon science, as not to be possessed in its perfection by any one who has not a mind which is sufficiently acute to discriminate as well as to notice. To such, however, as will be content with mediocrity (and the sport is not more gratifying to the "professor" than it is to them), I can only say, that I have known many become successful anglers who had not commenced until they had passed what is usually termed the prime of life, but they were men as "wide awake" as Cato was when he learned Greek at eighty. Whatever we take in hand we should go to work with a determination of doing it well; and such a resolution alone will help wonderfully to bring us through the piece. When you put your rod and line together on the bank of a river, make up your mind to catch the biggest fish in it: and, though disappointment will probably be your portion for some time, steady perseverance will make a "star" of you ultimately. A day now and then is nothing: you should pursue the sport for several days consecutively, and your progress will be visible. This kind of practice

will at least awaken your attention to the habits of the fish, so that you will be able to assail them with greater cunning another time.

I remember a circumstance which plainly chews the dexterity requisite to take a large trout, and that even the brightest day, such as is considered most unfavorable to the angler, may, in proper hands, be made in some degree "negociable." On one of the finest evenings of last summer, whilst strolling along the bank of a river, I accidentally observed a very fine trout on watch for food, partially hidden by an overhanging bush. Every leaf that fell on the water, or was carried past by the stream, brought him up with his nose to it-in short, it was evident he would take anything that was palateable. I first tried an artificial minnow, by dropping it opposite the root under which he was, and when it had nearly reached the bottom, by drawing it rapidly to the surface, so as to make it spin, he came out as I expected,and, moving very quickly round the minnow, retired to his hiding place. I then put on a worm tackle, and having procured some brandlings, I sunk my line gently in the same place: he immediately came to it, and seemed to smell at it, but did not touch it, and returned as before. I then threw in a brandling unattached to the tackle, and after it had sunk about half a yard, or more, the fish came and took it. I threw in two or three more : he

did the same with each, and retired as before. I now tied one of Martin Kelly's small fly-hooks to about two feet of very fine gut, and, running the hook through the middle of a worm, carefully dropped it where I had thrown the others: it had scarcely sunk a foot before he came out, and immediately took it. I hooked him, and after three or four strong efforts on his part to regain his former hold, I succeeded in bringing him to the middle of the water, and ultimately in taking him: his weight was little short of three pounds. It is evident from this that the finer our tackle, the better will be our chance of success; and that though a good trout is occasionally lost from want of strength to keep him clear of weeds or roots, yet it will answer better in the long run; for the largest and best seasoned fish are remarkably wary and shy at all times, and, when strong and coarse tackle is used, are almost sure to see through the deception.

I

be pitied even, who cannot in any case find in himself some source from which he may derive amusement. I remember the first time I went to Tal-y-llyn (a beautiful lake in Merionethshire at the foot of Cader Idris), equipped with every description of tackle, unnecessary as well as necessary, for a week's fishing. There was not a large trout among the thousands with which that water abounds but I made sure of: in short, like every one who goes on an expedition, I anticipated nothing but unalloyed success. must, however, observe that this took place in my noviciate, when, though I was a tolerable practical angler, I knew nothing of the more pleasurable sensations which I have since found the sport capable of affording. It was late when I got to the little inn, which is placed on the very brink of the water, almost washed by its waves. Notwithstanding its being nearly dark, I put my rod together directly, and tried a never-failing white moth which was to kill everything, but it would not do. The next morning, whilst "jocund day was yet on tiptoe," I was well at work; and after slashing away for many hours, I gave over and returned to the inn. Then came the landlord, with a most ludicrous squeaking impediment in his speech, stammering the (to me particularly) annoying stories of Mr. So-and-so's immense lot of trout caught only two days before; in short of every body's success but mine. Then, by way of a finish, there came the most awful thunder storm I ever witnessed: it seemed in a manner to belong exclusively to that spot, shut in as it is by stupendous

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