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old one the option of combining its resources with our own, so as to produce a periodical worthy of the country from which it emanates (though we must also express our satisfaction at the offer being declined); but beholding the rapid strides other countries were making towards us-not only in field sports, but also in their records of them-we could not sit quietly by and see the national character lowered for want of a proper and efficient organ. Hence this Magazine; and of its necessity let our circulation be the witness."

Indeed! so the New Magazine was set up to raise the national character! and the principal writer in it claims to have been the leading contributor to the Old!!-Ergo, this highly-talented egotist first debased the national character by his former lucubrations, and now sets himself up to restore it!!!-Admirable casuit! No, no! Mr. Nim South, you know better: you know, that because the Proprietors of the Old Magazine refused your modest demand of a share in the concern-and that an EQUAL MOIETY-you declined to adorn its pages by your contributions, which, according to your present admission, degraded the national character!

It will naturally be asked what pretensions this would-be partner had to make such a demand-what length of service or what claims he had on the gratitude of the Proprietors-what influence he possessed that might induce them to comply with this unreasonable, not to say impudent, request ?-His pretensions amounted to a few months' contributions—and of their merit he certainly must be the best judge, and we have just recorded his opinion on that head: his claims, to an over-weening ambition or an egregious vanity, presuming that there was no talent equal to his, and that consequently we could not do without him: and as to his influence in the Sporting World, it consisted in drawing brief sheets instead of coverts. Neither his habits nor his associations gave him any weight on the turf, in the field, or the sod: nor was he even known in the "Rooms." As well might one of Mr. Tattersall's strappers claim a share in his establishment as Nim South in ours-their services were equally valuable.

Of the other writers we decline saying anything in compassion to their infirmities" the lion preys not upon carcases." DASHWOOD, the only talented one among them, has joined our cotemporary; and we hope he has benefited by the change. Every man is entitled to carry his wares to what market he chooses-but "all is not gold that glistens." With the exception of this Gentleman, and of Abraham Cooper, Esquire, R.A., we know of none connected with VOL. IV. SECOND SERIES.No. 23.

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the Old that are engaged in the New. We beg pardon, Mr. Richard Lawrence has deserted us, and has given them his powerful assistance, by re-producing articles worn threadbare in ours!

A very few words will suffice to shew the originality and superiority of their contributions. In our December Number we gave the Review of the last Racing Season by THE YOUNG FORESTER. In "one little month" (the January Number), they also gave the "Racing Season," admirably made up, with a little turning and twisting, from us. At the close of the article, it is announced "To be continued;" and it will naturally be asked why its continuation does not appear in the Number just published—and no apology made for it? We can give a pretty considerable shrewd guess. Our Correspondent was ill, and could not continue his “ Review” in the January Number-ergo, they could not shoot from want of ammunition! It will doubtless appear in their next. At all events, their claim to priority of intelligence is rather unfortunate, as they are always a month behind!!

Again-On comparing WILL CARELESS's Epistle from Leicestershire in our December Number with Nim South's recent visit to that county in his February Number, it will be found that it is far easier to concoct an article in Lincoln's-Inn-fields, when the documents are so readily come-at-able, than to travel so far in a light coach! This travelling is certainly very fatiguing, and totally unnecessary! We could also point out numerous instances of new articles made up from our old volumes:

"How great the crime, how flagrant the abuse,

T'adulterate generous wine with noxious juice !”

We drop all allusion to "A Day with the Surrey," which was admitted to be a "fancy sketch," and the characters introduced fictitious-so much for superiority of information! But "A Day's Shooting in Surrey, alias Jorrocks in trouble," in the last Number, by the same writer, is the ne plus ultra of wit! the very essence of manly, plain, straight-forward writing!!—and the day too on which this said shooting took place!-New Year's Day!!-Sunday!!!-This was commencing the year well! From the forensic eloquence displayed by Counsel in the appeal against Jorrocks' conviction for a trespass-one half of his toe being over his “ right of way"--we should have thought that the mantle of Nim South had fallen upon him, only we are told he is no Lawyer!

Of the " twenty years' experience derived from the Old Magazine,”

Nim South's engagement to write in that Journal commenced in April 1830!! He had, however, sufficient experience to take our very title, and to imitate the very form and feature of our publication-thus shewing the weakness of his own pretensions.

But enough of this:-We can give due credit to an honorable competitor-we despise a mean one; and that cause must be weak which is supported by malignity, falsehood, and chicanery. But whilst we have such valuable supporters as

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we need not fear an opposition founded on disappointment, and supported by writers, who, from their own admission, tended to debase our pages, and therein the national character.

Of the boasted superiority of their embellishments, we can only say "self-praise is no commendation." No one doubts the ability of Mr. Cooper, who superintends that department; but true merit never eulogises itself. If that Gentleman had made the same exertions for the widow of "the best friend he ever had in his life,” as he now does, he might still have been in our service. The New Magazine has published ten Numbers, in which TEN subjects have been furnished by him, whilst, during the last four years he officiated in that department for us, we had but thirteen and five vignettes from him! "Look on this picture and look on that!" Every eulogy paid to his superintendence now is a tacit admission of a former dereliction in duty! But whilst we can boast of the two Marshalls, of a Ferneley, a Smith, a Laporte, a Turner, a Woodman, a Golding, a Romney, a Cook, a Bishop, cum multis aliis, we have no fear of not giving satisfaction to our Readers and the Sporting World, notwithstanding the vituperations of a Nim South, or the retirement of an R. A.

A LETTER TO "ONEOFUS" FROM LEICESTERSHIRE.

AT last my dreams are realized, and I find myself hunting in these beautiful regions. For many a day I have sighed for one season among these crack packs, and at length Fortune favours me; and truly I am not disappointed. All other countries are infamous compared to this, and yet this is considered about the worst part of the Quorn, though Paradise to what I have been accustomed to; for I came from a three-years' sojourn with ONEOFUS in that most vile of fox-hunting countries where fate hath destined him to spend his days. Oh that thou wert here, thou most enthusiastic of enthusiasts! I love thee, because thy whole heart and soul are in the chase. By day and night (during the season) I believe thy thoughts are on the sport; and I would have thee with me to behold thy delight why thou found thyself streaming over these beautiful fields; or that I had thy pen to relate some of the runs for thy relation of a run is almost as full of spirit as the thing itself. I pity thy lot, doomed to such a country! yet, if ought can reconcile thee, it is to have such gallant companions in thy exile as some I once did know. Charles and Salusbury T. are an honour to any country. I hope to see the former some day among the crack packs. With his means, nothing should prevent him paying them a visit for at least one season.And thou, good excellent George S. of Newnham, art thou still going as bravely as when we last did meet? I shall not forget it in a hurry: I thought the Coroner

would have been required. Curse those rabbit holes! And the old 'Squire's pack, are they still in existence? Answer me, thou rough and ready one. And now I will tell you of these parts; and, though I cannot give you names of places and coverts, being a stranger in the land, yet, if thou wilt let me have my own way, I will endeavor to amuse you for a time.

And first as to the country. That part which Sir Harry Goodricke hunts is generally very deep, and the fences mostly have a ditch ; but on the whole they are not difficult, excepting the brooks. The famous Smite runs through most it, and is generally to be crossed; and when that this is the case, a few always find the bottom of it, though in some places it is nothing of a jump; but you have seldom time for choosing, for, once behind, with anything of a scent, it is almost impossible to catch again. Speaking of brooks, I have often heard of men jumping 18ft. or 20ft.-brooks with hounds, but I suspect few men ever saw eighteen feet of water jumped. It is a very wide place indeed; and, when you consider a horse must have at least a yard on each side to take off and land upon, it brings the jump to twenty-four feet. The average breadth of brooks leaped is seldom more than nine feet water; and, if the ground is bad, it is a good jump. I saw a place a man charged one day, and measured it; and, though the horse slipped in from the opposite bank, he must have jumped very near twenty feet (for it was fourteen feet water); but then it

is the widest place I have seen ridden at.

The pace these hounds go is tremendous; and there is sad riot at times among the riders if the scent is bad; but the huntsman and whips are such hardy looking fellows, and as quick as lightning, never giving a chance away, and doing their utmost to get near their fox, riding like devils* !

I saw them one day after rather a quick thing from Widmerpool; and it would have puzzled a stranger to know the colour of their coats, they were so completely bedaubed from the number of falls; but I never saw fellows mind them so little. I suspect they take example from their master in that respect, of whom I will give you a story.

A friend of mine was standing one day in the yard at Melton when Sir Harry's horse came in with his groom on him. He was a great big thorough-bred one, but something sulky-looking about his head. Sir H. had ridden him in the first part of the day, and his appearance was such as to make my friend inquire if his horses often came home in such a state. A person who was by said, "not often quite so bad:-but, I remember," continued he, being one day in the yard when Sir H. rode this same horse in much in the same state, and, on my remarking it, he said, Yes, old (I forget

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the horse's name) has been at his old tricks again: he has been eleven times on his head to-day.'

Now, when you consider this gallant horseman may have the pick of the best horses, money being no object, it seems strange his continuing to ride such a vicious brute; but he has nerve for anything. This very horse was a most capital hunter when he was in the humour.

When I first saw these hounds I naturally inquired the names of some of the most distinguishedlooking men; but I was particularly struck with the appearance of Sir Harry. Fancy a handsome man about five feet ten inches, and I should think about thirteen stone, in the prime of life (about thirty-six), nothing of the dandy, but still everything about him and his horse in the very best order, and looking hardy and ready for service. I may be prejudiced from hearsay, but to my eye he is the very beau ideal of a fox-hunter of modern times; and to see him go along when in the humour (for he will not always take the trouble to get a place) is beautiful. The man who pleased me most after him was young Lord Gardiner; and, judging from what little I have seen, he bids fair to become the best performer across a country; but his weight is in his favour. He has got such a knack of sticking to his horse, that unless they come

I remember one day finding a fox, but there was very little scent: hounds were at fault, when one of the whips viewed the fox going a field or two a-head: he halloo'd and rode forward cap in hand, but the hounds were a long time coming to him. In the mean time he kept going along, keeping pug in view, and the field after him, some before the hounds, some after them, but all galloping at a good pace and taking the fences. I should think the whip and about a dozen, in spite of "hold hard! hold hard!" went nearly a mile in this manner before the other whip (the huntsman was not out) could get the hounds up, which he accomplished at last, giving a few hearty damns to those Gents who had ridden on; which occasioned a certain Noble Lord, who had been one, to say quietly to some of the party, "Curse those infernal dogs, they always spoil sport! What a capital hunt we should have had if it had not been for them!"

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