able to keep out of debt, living, as he said he did, in an obscure coffee-house. "How do you live, Sam?" said I, "to require so much more than your allowance?"—"Oh! very plainly, very miserably. In the morning, my breakfast costs me four or five shillings: I have only a cotelette, or some kidneys, shrimps, an egg or two, and a glass of brandy after my green tea then I get tired with walking about on foot, and I look in and take a sandwich and a couple of glasses of dry Sherry; that is two shillings more: if it is hot, I take an ice before that. I dine as plain as a man can—some soup, a bit of fish, a chop or steak, a fowl or duck, three kinds of vegetables, a tart, some Stilton, a few nuts or a bit of fruit, a pint of Madeira, or Moselle, or Bucellas, a bottle of Port, a cup of coffee, and a dram

well, one can't have less, and that will dip into a pound. And then there is half-play-I can't afford any more: and then a fellow is as hungry as a hawk at eleven o'clock, and must have a broiled chicken, a lobster, or a devil, or broiled ham, and a drop of Scotch ale, and a brace of tumblers of punch and then there's the bed to pay for, and corrective medicine occasionally, and attendants, and the devil knows what."

"The devil knows what, indeed!" quoth I to myself: here is a neat article of a fellow living all for self, alone as it were in a crowd, born to consume the fruits of the earth, with one vice of sensual selfishness enough to ruin him! What a fortune it takes to keep such a mass of useless claythe consumer of provisions, and the absorber of stimulating liquors a mere worm gliding over the earth, and defiling it-lost to

sympathies, deaf to the voice of sacred Charity, all filial feeling blunted and deformed, and, like the minor and more abject animals, only awake to a sense of personal gratification and of personal danger-thirst and hunger being the prevalent ideas of his brains, self-preservation the only counteractor to his supineness, so as to induce him to remedy the bile which high-feeding might produce, and to keep out of the way of the coaches, or aught else which might endanger his precious body!

This picture may appear overdrawn, but it is only a faithful delineation; and I am sorry to say that the original does not stand alone on life's canvas. There are others, who, with ample means, add to the vices of selfishness and gluttony, pampered habits, and a useless life, a long list of other evil customs, inexcusable from their motives, which mingle not in their excesses any one generous feeling, any one disposition of leaning towards sympathy, any momentary self-sacrifice for love or friendship's sake, but which have all self, and nothing but self, at bottom. There are animals in human form, whose orgies would maintain a vast number of the children of adversity; whose very hookah and smoking expenses and establishment would support the widow and her orphan; whose toilets would clothe many indigent families; and whose cosmetics, drugs, and false embellishments, would rescue from despair the naked and hungry, raise up the dejected and sick, and shed comfort over their brethren in distress.

I parted from my old quondam brother sportsman with disgust: but our meeting not only pro

duced one reflection of contempt for men whose lives are as if

they were fruges consumere nati; but it likewise brought with it a conviction that the sports of the field not only tend to invigorate the body; to promote health; to improve the breed of horses; and to form hardy equestrians for our cavalry-giving to the men of the trigger dexterity in that art, and inspiring courage in all ways to become the defenders of the country; and, even to those who do not go abroad, nerve to fight pro aris et focis; as well as furnishing them with that knowledge of the nature and geography of countries, as will be found most valuable in a campaign--but that it occupies that time which might, to say the least of it, be spent in idleness, and generally tends to make the sons of the sporting field hearty good fellows, detaching them from vicious and enervating pursuits.

TRANSLATION OF AN OLD FRENCH HUNTING SONG.

Friend! why so drowsy? I pri'thee arouse thee, the horn; The woods now ring with the sound of Off Sominus shaking, Arise--awaken, [thorn.

The dew-drop sparkles and hangs on the

His mistress grieving,
With bosom heaving,
The hunter leaving,
Through forests will roam;
But eve returning,

His warm bosom burning,
With ardour increasing he seeks his home.
Friend! why so drowsy? &c.

His perils telling,

He seeks his loved dwelling,
And frowns now dispelling,
He flies to her arms:

With added graces

Her love she embraces,

And banishes sorrow's and love's alarms, Friend! why se drowsy ? &c.

ANECDOTE OF GEORGE III.

Ar a Review of a very large body of Volunteers, one corps of which was commanded by the late Lord Erskine, and was generally called the "Lawyers' Corps," His Majesty, passing along the line, seemed to examine it very attentively. "Very steady under arms!" said Lord Erskine to the King."Yes," retorted His Majesty, with a smile; " a very fine corps! and I will answer for it they would be good at a charge! hey, Mr. Erskine !—they have great practice at that!”

ANECDOTES OF GEORGE IV. THOSE alone who have had both the honor and pleasure (and these feelings are commensurate) to see our late beloved Monarch for a a day, at a dinner, or for an evening, can duly appreciate the flowers of his mind, which expanded from the warmest and most kind heart that ever existed : he only wanted the excitement of good fellowship-the participation in conviviality-the glow which Nature, satisfied and animated, requires to be the most harmonious member of society, had his rank been what it might: a fine taste, a fine person, a playful voice, and young (to his latest hour) expressions of countenance, marked him to be alternately the Monarch of a great nation, or l'ami du genre humain ; and he could act both in a royal and masterly manner. His condescensions were the productions of suavity the most sublimated and refined; his displeasure was dignity without malice, and controul without invective. Little things, from a professor of the Graces, become captivating, which

from an ordinary being might pass almost unobserved; but THAT Sovereign was all a King-in deportment, appearance, heart, and intellect; and his perfections were so divided, that the scholar was a Bacchanalian, the wit a benevolent table companion, the jester a man of humanity, and the Prince a private Gentleman to his circle. These remarks will give a true colouring to the following (otherwise) immaterial scene in one day at Brighton.

The Prince rose with a smile, which was George the Fourth's only-his mind was sportive to a degree. All those who frequented the Pavilion are aware of the friendship which His late Majesty had for Admiral Sir Edmund Nagle, and the jokes which familiarity gave rise to, and justified, connected with that gallant Hibernian. The painting of his horse, which he rode and did not recognise; the sewing up of his waistcoat; and other funny and fanciful tricks, stand on record. On this day the worthy Admiral, anxious to follow his Royal Master briskly up the steps, stumbled, upon which the (then) Prince said, "My dear Nagle, I did not think that at your time of life you would have been guilty of a faux pas!" After dinner the Prince-who, from a kindly disposition, which made him the Sovereign and Father of his household and guests-addressed two or three about him by their Christian names and surnames together, as Tommy Tyrwhitt, &c., which alliteration pleased him mightily. A Nobleman of his household (who ought to love and regret him) observ

ed that His Royal Highness never named Sir Edmund in that way; upon which the late King replied,

No, Neddy Nagle would never do!" and then, fearful that the joke should embarrass his friend, pledged him in a bumper; and then, to divert the attention quite another way, turned to a servant in waiting, and said, “give me a glass of water to surprise my stomach." This was the first time that throwing cold water on a subject gave it additional warmth. But of these pleasing and warmhearted trifles was his life made up; and in instancing this last anecdote we may say-ab uno disce omnes.

In one of His late Majesty's excursions, accompanied by the Lady Fatima-id est, the Marchioness of Conyngham-in his pony-chaise, the two beautiful Highland animals, overpowered by the weight of Royalty, turned restive, and would not stir an inch. In vain did the Sovereign apply the lash; in vain did the attendants pull at them; even the soft and rosy palm of her Ladyship-which could do wonders in the coaxing and persuasive line-had no effect; the attendants were out of breath, and the lady was out of patience; but the merry Monarch lost not his temper, but coolly ordered one of his servants to fetch a carriage. "It would require an Act of Parliament," said he, "to_move these Northern rebels; but I must say one thing in their favour— they are true game, for they seem as if they would rather die than run."

THE HERMIT IN LONDON. Dec. 10, 1831.

THE CHESTERFORD.

Nov. 9, 10, AND 11.

SECOND TIES.

Dick beat Ruler. Farmer ran a bye.

SECOND TIES.

Funny beat Darling. Fury ran a bye.

Deciding Course.-Funny beat Fury, and won the Stakes.

Several Matches were run, The Coursing was in Bottesham Field the first and second days, and in Elvedon Field the third,

THE ALTCAR.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 28, 1831. For the Cup.-Mr. E. Alison's r. and wh. d. Agitator, by Rector out of Lunaria, beat Mr. Lloyd's blk. d. Libertine, by Lucius out of Sir H. Vivian's Volage; Mr. E. Hornby's brin. d. Hearsay, by Hawkeye out of Windlass, beat the Hon. R. Wilbraham's blk. b. Wonderful, by Ultimo out of Harry Percy's dam; Mr. Tollemache's brin. d. Turpin beat Mr. E. Alison's brin. d. Anglesea, by Rector out of Lunaria; Mr. Tollemache's bl. d. Trimmer beat Mr. H. Hornby's blk. b. Hopeful, by Merlin out of Leaf; Mr. Fleetwood's bl. and wh. b. Fairy Queen, by Mr. Bradshaw's Driver out of Sister to Hetman, beat Mr. Lloyd's blk. d. Leo, by Milo out of Linnet; Mr. Unsworth's bl. d. Uncle, by Merlin out of Leaf, beat Mr. Towneley's brin. d. Tippler; Lord Molyneux's r. b. Maiden, by Meteor out of May, beat the Hon. R. Wilbraham's yel. and wh. d. Weatherbeaten, by Hawkeye out of Windlass; Mr. Brockholes' brin. d. Bolivar, by Filho da Puta out of Nettle, beat Mr. E. Hornby's brin. and wh. d. Hemlock, by Hawkeye out of Helen.

The Sefton Stakes.-Mr. E. Alison's brin. d. Rector, by Mentor out of Effie, beat Mr. Brockholes's r. and wh. d. Big Ben, by Barry; Mr. E. Hornby's blk. and wh. d. Helenus, by Turk out of He

Mr. Lloyd's blk. d. Longwaist, by Lottery out of Dian, beat Mr. Fleetwood's r. d. Hotspur, by Hotspur out of Busy; Mr. H. Hornby's r. d. Higgler, by Highlander out of Heedless, beat Mr. Unsworth's blk. and wh. d. Ultimo, by Turk out of Love.

The Croxteth Stakes.-Mr. Lloyd's blk. b. Letitia, by Lunardi out of Lettice, beat Lord Molyneux's wh. b. Moggy, by Senator out of Nettle; Mr. Tollemache's blk. and wh. b. Malice, by Mr. Lloyd's Brutus, beat Mr. H. Hornby's f. b. Handy, by Herod out of Duchess.

The West Derby Stakes.-Mr. Tollemache's blk. and wh. b. Fly beat Mr.

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