THE LANARKSHIRE AND REN. Mackay's r. d. Violence beat Mr. Mur

ON CLIPPING THE HUNTER.

If I had a hunter wot was very rough,
Do'st think I'd clip him ?-No, no, no!

those ignorant and vulgar beings, who, although fond of chasing the fox or hare, am not accustomed to chase my fish around the persecuted platter*, but always set to work (Deo volente) with knife and fork; so, likewise, although it is now the fashion to clip the hunter, I fear not to dissent from public opinion, although backed, I allow, by many of the "right sort:" and against the voice of Fashion, and, as most of my readers will probably think, of reason also, I leave my generous slave in full possession of the covering which allconsiderate Nature has provided for him. Proceed we now to my reasons for so acting.

groom;

that with hard strapping and due attention a rough-coated animal even may be brought into tip-top trim-if a horse, I say, be in good condition, he will, after a sharp burst and quick, with sharp and quick hounds (it is the pace that kills), dry in a few minutes. I speak not from theory, but practice, for I myself have known this to be the case. Again, the clipped horse takes away all credit from the groom; for, as amongst a clipped stud there is no hard labour required, it remains in doubt whether the groom be an honest hard-working man or not: and, in truth, if it were not for the leathers, which are now so much in vogue, and which must cost nearly as much labour as the clipped hunter, I conjecture that the stableman would not know how to pass the time profitably-he would be troubled with ennui. he

The general argument in favour of clipping the hunter is this-viz. that after a long day he will dry the sooner, and consequently not be detained so long under the hands of the will therefore experience the advantage of more rest and quiet. The truth of this statement I do not deny; but, on the same principle, we might as well argue that it would be expedient to ride hunting sine shirt, ah! and sine inexpressibles, if decency would allow, in order that on our return home, drenched perhaps to the skin, we might not have the trouble of changing, and consequently would get beneath the mahogany the sooner. I am fain to break out in the following soliloquy"Pity the sorrows of a poor clipp'd steed, Who shivering stands beside the covert

side; Gaily my master puffs the fragrant weed, Regardless of my cold and naked hide!"

If a horse be in good condition-and no one can deny but

Hence, probably, would arise sundry mishaps amongst the female department: John would get into trouble: for when one is idle and has nothing to do, then is it that human frailty yieldeth to enticement. Thus was it with David, and such will be the case ad infinitum, until fox-hunting shall come to an end, and all other joys. The only colour that will look to advantage under the operation of the scissars is the grey: all other clipped horses assume a non-descript appearance, and "qui color pulcher fuit, nunc est contrarius pulchro." I am inclined to believe that the custom of clipping arises more from a subservience to the fashion of the day than from any other motive. I am one of those unnatural beings

The present fashionable inode of discussing laus. The practice is copied from the French. pass us, but I like most things à l'Anglaise,

fish is in my opinion perfectly ridicuDoubtless, in some matters they sur

who prefer to follow the bent of my own inclination (provided it be not contrary to the law of God or man), rather than the domineering law of Fashion; and, although corduroys and unclipped nags are now considered dead slow, I am content to be ranked amongst the vulgar.

I

SIR,

I trust, Mr. Editor, that no reader of your pages will be offended at this my candour, for British blood floweth in my veins; and it is the characteristic of an Englishman to speak his mind. I quarrel with no one; "Sua cuique voluptas" is my motto.

THE LAMBTON HOUNDS.

A BRITON.

Sent you a Song describing a brilliant chase with the Lambton Hounds two or three years ago, and if you consider the following worthy of a niche in your Magazine it is much at your service. A SUBSCRIBER.

Elton, Dec. 6, 1831.

Yours, &c.

THOUGH Midnight her dark frowning mantle is spreading,
Yet Time flies unheeded when Bacchus presides:

Fill, fill then your glasses, his power never dreading,

And drink to the hounds o'er which LAMBTON presides.
Though toast after toast with great glee we have given,
The highest top-sparkling bumper decides,

That for bottom, pace, beauty-on this side of Heaven-
Unrivall'd the hounds o'er which LAMBTON presides!
Let Uckerby boast of the feats of the Raby,

*.

And Ravenscarrt tell what the Hurworth have done;
But the wide-spreading pastures of Sadberge can swear to
The brushes our fleet pack of fox-hounds have won.
Then that Sedgefield, our country, all countries outvies, Sir,
The highest top-sparkling bumper decides;

That we've foxes can fly, Sir....... or sinking, must die, Sir,
When press'd by the hounds o'er which LAMBTON presides.
Of their heart-bursting flys let the Leicestershire tell us,

Their burning-scent pastures, and that sort of stuff;
But give me a day with the Sedgefield brave fellows,
Where horses nor men ever cry “hold-enough!"
Whilst the blood of old Cæsar our foxes can boast, Sir,
May LAMBTON their only stern enemy be!

And the green waving gorse of our coverts, my toast, Sir-
Oh! the Dog and Bitch packs of the LAMBTON for me!

* A celebrated covert in the Raby Hunt.

+ Ditto in the Hurworth.

SYMPTOMS OF CHOLERA MORBUS.

"I don't think," says Bill," them 'ere chaps, with their sprees,
Wot attack'd us just now, had a notion to rob us.'
"No," says Tom; "but I think they have cotch'd the disease,
Which seem'd strongly inclining to Collar or mob us."

CHILD of Misfortune! from thy birth
Bereft of every social joy,

Exiled from thy loved home on earth,

Thou wandered here THE ITALIAN Box!

With patient perseverance thou

Toil'd on amid life's dull employ,

And oft I hear thy accents now—
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What pen can paint thy parents' state
Of suffering, grief-of deep alloy,
When made acquainted with the fate

Of thee, their lost ITALIAN Boy!
Entrusted to a stranger-land,

Whose flattering hopes too oft decoy,
While roving on a foreign strand,

Thou still wert their ITALIAN BOY.

The demon came! fell fiends of hell
In human garb, but to destroy;
On thee their dire destruction fell,

The murderers of THE ITALIAN BOY.

Oh! may thy unburked spirit glide
To realms where care can ne'er annoy,
And Heaven afford what earth denied,

A refuge to THE ITALIAN BOY!

A NATIVE.