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The Anglesea Stakes of 15 sovs. each, for three-year-olds and upwards--to be ridden by Officers of the Army or Navy, or by Members, or Sons of Members, of White's, Boodle's, Brookes', the Jockey Club, Goodwood, Heaton Park, or Bibury Clubs; the New Mile; nine subscribers-was won by a-head by St. Bennett, 12st. 12/b. beating The Morning Star, 11st. 216., Band Boy, 10st. 4ib., Guava, 10st. 21b., Aggravator, 11st. 716., and Hooghley, 10st. 71.--Mr. A. Villiers rode St. Bennett with great patience and judgment, winning the race just on the Chair, having waited till the last moment on account of the weight.
-Betting : 6 to 4 agst St. Bennett, 3 to 1 agst Hooghley, 4 to 1 agst The Morning Star, and 6 to 1 agst Band Boy.-This race finished the third day's sport.–Offers were made during the day to bet 3 to 1 agst Bloomsbury, and 4 to 1 agst Charles XIIth for the Leger, or to bet 6 to 4 agst the two. 20 to 1 was bid agst The Commodore, and 30 to 1 agst Sleight-of-Hand.
Friday. The weather had now settled to “beautifully fine," and the course was extremely well attended. The running also was very interesting, many of the races being most severely contested. As a matter of course, the betting was very spirited (the betting gentry never tire), for all the races were Handicaps, the best of all speculative races for the bettors, as it enables them to pick a “ fancy weight" on their own judgment.
For a Post Match of 300 sovs. each, h. ft., Duke of Richmond received ft. from Duke of Portland.
A Handicap Stakes of 20 sovs. each, 5 ft. if declared by nine o'clock the day before running, with 100 added by Mr. Thornhill, Craven Course, eleven subscribers, was won by seven or eight lengths by Confusionée, at 6st., admirably ridden by that clever feather-weight, Howlett, beating Band Boy, 7st.; Tawney Owl, 8st. 2/b.; and Emprise, 8st. 1316.—Betting : 6 to 4 on Confusionée against the Field, and 4 to I agst any other.
A Free Cup, the gift of Sir J. Gerard, Bart., value 150 sovs., for three and four-year-olds, T. Y. C., was carried away by Camellino, 7st. 1015. (Natt), beating The Corsair, 7st. 1016., and seven others Camellino was the favorite at 2 to 1 against. This horse is considerably improved since Ascot races, and bids fair to take the shine out of some of the flyers over short courses, for which his form seems best adapted.
The Harkaway Cup produced one of the best races of the Meeting, and was won after a false race by Bellona, 7st. 711., by nearly a length, beating Confusionée, 6st. 6lb. ; The Corsair, 7st. 915.; The Lord Mayor, 7st. 8tb.; Mus, 8st. 1085.; I-wish-you-may-get-it, 7st. 715.; Clarion, 7st. 7ib. ; Ratsbane, 7st. 6lt. ; Bosphorus, 7st. lit. ; Ilderim, 7st. lit.; and Miss Eliza, 7st. 61.-In the false race, The Lord Mayor, Bellona, Ratsbane, and Confusionée had the best of the start and the race all through—His Lordship and Bellona running a dead heat at the finish.--For the actual race, liderim and I-wish-you-may-get-it did not start. The race was exceedingly well contested by Bellona, The Lord Mayor, Confusionée, Bosphorus, and The Corsair ; Bellona winning with the greatest difficulty, the other four running in so close together that the Judge could not place the second. The handicapping was excellent. Betting : 2 to 1 agst Bellona, 2 to 1 agst The Lord Mayor,
4 to 1 agst Ratsbane, 5 to 1 agst Mus, and 10 to 1 agst Clarion. Tommy Lye rode the winner.
This truly Grand Meeting was brought to a conclusion by the March Stakes, for Gentlemen riders, which was won by the young popular Nobleman to whom the race owed its name.
His Lordship rode Guava in a very superior manner, and bids fair to become a firstrate Amateur Gentleman Jockey.
During the afternoon 5 to 1 was frequently taken about Crucifix for the Oaks, and offers were made to bet 12 to 1 bar one,
The entries for Goodwood races 1840 greatly exceed those of any former year, and I have no hesitation in asserting that, in point of management, the Goodwood Meeting is immeasurably before any other in the kingdom,
Anchor Inn, Chichester, Augusů 5, 1830,
THE FIRST OF SEPTEMBER,
Time seems to be on the percussion system, quick and certain : our anticipated pleasures it waits not for, and our intentions, however well designed, too frequently end in imaginative fiction. What have we promised ourselves since last September?...... perhaps a new gun -a brace of steady and well-broken pointers or elegant setters from the kennel of a celebrated sportsman-or else supplied by some knowing breaker and initiator of a portion of the canine race, whose ears and sterns are now mostly left as nature directs; they are no longer beautified by the hand and nippers of the curtailer ?-perhaps a pony ?--perhaps a more extensive manor ?-and, as our almanac tells us that night is making rapid encroachments on the day, perhaps a little wife to cheer the evening hours ?--with many other paraphernalia of our pleasures.
The first of September is come : whether we have gun or no gun, dog or no dog, manor or no manor, wife or no wife, 'tis here forsooth, and is more precocious than the harvest, which will be to our precocious young Sportsmen the cause of sad lament; but to those who wish to see their fields well stocked with birds, this season affords an opportunity of singling out and killing many of the old birds, which should be the first thing attended to, as we have seen so many instances of a lack of birds from not looking to this. We are well acquainted with a portion of an estate—the proprietor is not a Sportsman--which is strictly preserved, and very seldom is a bird killed from it until very late in the season, when it is no easy matter to distinguish the parents of the covey. These birds always become hostile to their progeny in the next pairing season, which are those very birds that breed best and are most careful of their young. The old birds, after a few seasons, become sterile, but still are pugnacious enough to keep possession, and most likely occupy, the very best and most eligible breeding parts of the grounds ; consequently this portion of the estate does not produce so much game as when it was shot over in the regular way, Barren pairs are becoming very nụmerous, which many suppose is entirely owing to their nests being destroyed : some few are so no doubt ; but age is the cause of the many. We saw last season as fine
a show of birds as may be wished for-coveys very large; and on the same ground, which may be said to be the best for partridge, two seasons previous there was scarcely a bird to be found : young birds came from the adjoining grounds; the old would not.
Agriculturists and game-breeders are frequently premature in complaint: the first talk of wire-worm, smut, and mildew, &c.; the last, of croop, pip, too much wet, or too much dry weather: the wet has drowned a great portion, the dry has opened fissures in the earth, and the young birds are many of them swallowed up in consequence ! Neither of these assertions are verified this season, for crops are luxuriant, and partridges in great plenty and strong.
A little scepticism, we think, is a very necessary ingredient in these our days of quackery. As doubt leads to trial (barring quack medicines), it is a great pleasure to find promises realised more on trial than set forth in prospectuses. Few assertions by the inventors of various sporting materials are so well borne out on actual trial as Mr. C. Eley's water-proof percussion caps, which we have put to a severer test even than that recommended in his advertisement. Some of Mr. E.'s water-proof caps were placed in a basin of water, and a portion taken out at different periods—the first after a lapse of ten minutes, and they went quick and well; others after being immerged one hour; and the last trial after being in the water three hours ! Not one, from the first trial to the last, but what exploded well, although placed on the nipple quite wet. The cap is superior to any other mode of ignition, and an opinion may be ventured that it is very likely to remain so. Neither pegs nor tubes will resist wet: the last are not more secure from wet than the old flint guns, and the former are not much better, as we have seen pegs and tubes utterly useless in wet weather. The fault is not in either peg or tube, as both go quick and well in a dry day; but the wet is not shut out so well from the charge in either as a gun that is fired by caps. Mr. Eley's caps will be much sought after, particularly by wild-fowl shooters, and all others who can and will pursue sport in all weathers.
Here is a gentle dose for the sceptic or the credulous.-An English Sportsman, when in America, being one day in pursuit of game, observed a snake lashing about after a small animal, which he could not readily capture: 'twas near a declivity, of which the animal took advantage, and down hill he ran, beating his pursuer in speed to a distance. The snake's reserved power soon became conspicuous, by placing his tail in his mouth, and, forming a perfect circle, down hill he trundled, and, after a very extraordinary chase captured his prey! The Englishman's astonishment was put forth in the first village he came to. Yankee told him “it was nothing new or rare he had discovered ; as a little boy a few days ago in our village,” said Jonathan, “having picked up one, and, mistaking it for a hoop, sported with it for some time, until the lad attempted to tie a few bells to his plaything; but the snake, not liking a rattle of music as an appendage, modestly thinking no doubt it would appear in imitation of one of a superior grade, and not pleased with the compliment intended, let slip his tail
, and glided away, to the great regret and dismay of the astonished playmate.
CHRISTOPHER SLY August 24, 1839,
WILD SPORTS OF SOUTHERN AFRICA*,
“ Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
Such is the motto with which our Author opens his Hunting Tour, in which he was accompanied by W. Richardson, Esq., both from Bombay, for the pure love of sporting on a grand scale, attended by a few Hottentots and native guides; and in which he not only encountered all the animals above enumerated, but many others only to be found in this uncivilised quarter of the globe. To individual energy are we indebted for the discoveries of Park, De Vaillant, Horneman, and Humboldt in this inhospitable clime, where the Chiefs plunder and destroy without mercy merely that their eyes may be gratified with the sight of human misery-where the traveller struggles with every privation, pierced during the night by excessive cold, or parched through the day by the burning heavens--a prey to uncertainty at the rising sun, whether it will be his fate to witness the splendor of its setting rays-where life is perilled at every step-where hopes born in the morning's ray die with the night's approach-passing through trackless deserts, assailed by the terrific howl of the hyæna, the crawl and hiss of the uncoiled serpent, or approached by the fierce front of the wildly-staring lion: and to Captain Harris are we indebted for an insight into the domain of savage nature, and for specimens of natural history hitherto deemed fabulous. He soothed the uncivilised Natives by presents of beads, snuff, and tobacco, and thus the travellers enjoyed the great object of their pursuit, that of slaughtering the denizens of the forest by wholesale with perfect freedom and extraordinary success. Captain Harris 'appears cut out for so hazardous an enterprise, for he was a Sportsman-“fipm his youth up," and to such extent
*“ The Wild Sports of Southern Africa ; being the Narrative of an Expedition from the Cape of Good Hope, through the Territories of the Chief Moselekatse, to the Tropic of Capricorn, by Captain William Cornwallis Harris, of the Hon. East India Company's Engineers on the Bombay Establishment." Murray, Albemarle Street, 1839.
VOL. XIX.SECOND Series, No, 113.
did he carry his favorite pastime, that "he has been taxed by the facetious with shooting mania :” and verily, after perusing his destruction in countless numbers of elephants, hippopotami, rhinoceroses, lions, crocodiles, cameleopards, hartebeests, ostriches, rheebucks, gnoos, wild buffaloes, zebras, quaggas, and other untamed animals, he appears a very “ thunderbolt” in the “ war” waged against the noblest of quadrupeds.
The gallant Captain expresses his “preference to a life of adventure, its very privations, when coupled with the scenes he has attempted to describe, constituting an excitement peculiarly adapted to his humor, there being something so truly soul-stirring and romantic in wandering among these free-born denizens of the Desert, realising as it were a new creation in regions hitherto seldom if ever trodden by white man's foot.”.......“ In spite of the hardships and privations I endured,” continues Captain H., “toilsome and tedious as our journey frequently was, across deserts of utterly hopeless sterility—in a burning clime, where water is scarce, and the little to be found generally impregnated with saline particles-we were more than amply repaid by the unparalleled magnificence of the sport that we enjoyed; and I can with safety aver, that some of the happiest days of my existence have been passed in the wilds of Africa. They form a passage in my life which time can never efface from the tablet of my recollection--a green spot in memory's waste, to which in after-years I shall revert with intense and unabating pleasure.”
It would appear from the “ Narrative,” that the lions and lionesses of Africa do not possess that indomitable courage and savage ferocity which other writers in other climes have ascribed to them, or that he was more fortunate in his encounters with them, for they seem to have fallen to his rifle like harmless and inoffensive deer; and some of the larger animals have been despatched with an astonishing facility. We remember when poor Chuny was “murdered” at Exeter 'Change, it required a regular guard to settle his quietus : but “they no doubt manage these things better” in their native wilds."
We cannot follow our enterprising traveller through all the perils he so successfully encountered, nor in his descriptions of savage life, which in the instance of Moselekatse, the Chief who so recently sacrificed the Dutch Emigrants from the Cape for entering his territories uninvited, tend but little to raise the Africans in that part of the country which he visited, at least in the opinion of Europeans. He describes him as a wily, pillaging, and sanguinary monster, the most despotic and capricious of savages, luxuriating in inhuman executions and horrible butcheries of enemies vanquished in war, and committing the most revolting atrocities on his own subjects: but Captain Harris propitiated him with presents of brass wire, beads, and wax-candles; and finally, by the sacrifice of his tent, obtained permission to return by the hitherto proscribed route of the Vaal River, which the despot at first peremptorily refused, conducting as it would directly through the scene of his operations against the migratory farmers; but his avarice procured what his policy would have refused; his eyes twinkled, and after a moment's hesitation, he said he had been thinking the matter over, and they were at liberty to go wherever they pleased.