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her ;

Long did the sage (confess thy sov'reign, Behold! the Majoris tears proclaim his sway,

woes, Shook by the deal’ning shout, the loud - Couiling each other down his natty nose." huzza ;

Stag, Green, and Jackson, now lay up the And many a wight, by rude cross-buttock

bowl, thrown,

Which erst (at Gemmen's cojt) cock'd up With loins unstrung, confess’d the fod thy

No training now, no grunters in the clye, And had the fates been kind, perhaps, No cross, odd shifes, foul blows, or fightThou hadlt eicap'd those clumsy raps

ing shy. Which clos'd thy proud career,


« himself again," he owns no Nor Johnson come within the list To brave thy majesty of fift,

Turns gentleman, and sets the merry caster,
For fear,

Goes it in flats---calls Wood a humbug fellow,
Then Squares the yards, and sniffs his

broken But Tom well knew when love's keen

smeller. poison Role

Mourn, now, ye pugilists! your loss deThat strength which lately fill'd each

plore, well-strung loin,

For Ben has brush'd--and boxing is--no And fix'd a painful lump in either groin,

more !!!
He snatch'd, by Wint’ry Bob's advice,
The time fo critical and nice,

A conquest to atchieve.
When no one could believe

PETER PINDAR happily defcribeth the That Ben should beat his man, and leave

Trim of the French Nation, and the Efforts of Such heavy sacks of fighs, and sacks of coal !

BRITISH JACOBINS to set her upright. But Wrotham's multitudes could shortly

EEL up lies France ! long may she tell,

keep that poslure ; How mighty Johnson, though he fought

Her knav'ry, folly, on the rocks have toss'd so well, Thåt bruiser ne'er before could over

Behold the thousands that furround the throw him,

wreck ; Lay proftrate, and for mercy ask'd,

Her cables parted, rudder gonem, By blood and bruises so disguis'd and

Split all her sails, her main-mast downmask'd,

Choak'd all her pumps,broke in her decks, His mother could not know nim !

Sport for the winds, the billows o'er her

roll ! Mourn, all ye old ones! brother bruisers mourn !

Now am I glad of it with all my soul. Ye knowing kiddies, hover round his urn ! France lifts the busy sword of blood no Mourn the loft Ben, whose arm no longer

more, bids

Loft to its giant grasp the wither'd hand; Those downish means to thrive, by which

Oh say what kingdom can her fate deplore,

The dark disturber of each happy land ? you nap'd the quids.

To Britain an insidious damn'd lagoMourn, now, each Tinman, Duftman,

Remember, Englishmen, Old Cato'scry, Raggamuffin,

And keep that patriot model in youreye.

*sDelenda eft Carthago." Each Coachman, Publican, each Jew and Ruffian,

France is our Carthage, that swoin foe to

truth, Mark ! how the Duke assumes a milksop

Whose perfidy deserves th’eternal chain! mien,

And now she's down, our * British Bucks, And cuis of Ward, and clasps a playhouse

sorsooth, Queen!

Would lift the stabbing strumpet up again. See, how B--d-ll quits Londoa Lazza,

Love I the French! by heav'ns 'tis no such

matter ; roni, And shines at Naples-quite a Macaroni

Who loves a Frenchman, wars with simple

Nature. Watches each note from Billington ascende

What Frenchman loves a BRITON? none ing, And dies upon a cadence never ending!

Yet by the hand that enemy we takePerish fuch melodies ! since loft's the

Yes, blund'ringBritons bosom up the snake, mood,

And feel themselves too late indeed un. Which press'd the hand of Ben, in John

done! son's blood embrued.

* The Members of the Revolution Corresponding


His constant cry,





Of the Transactions of the Turf, the Chase, and every
other Diversion interesting to the Man of Pleasure,

Enterprize and Spirit.
For JULY, 1794:


Page Ancient and Modern Method of Deer Pheasant Hawking

210 Killing

183 Equestrian and Pedestrian Sports in Extract from Shakspeare's As You France

212 Like it

184) Natural History of the Bufard 213 Indian Feast of Dog's Flesh 185 Feast of Wit

215 Philosophical Question respecting a A Spanish Play Bill

217 Fruit Pye

ibid. Bat Horses Jolly Huntsman

186 Modest Apology in Defence of, GamAnecdote of a General Officer 187 ing

ibid. On Exposing Horses in the Sun, to be The Runner ; a Punning Episte Tormented by Flies 188 On Hunting

Ibid. Trial at the Old Bailey

ibid | Crim: Con. Treatise on Farriery 189 Sporting Intelligence

325 The Anatomy of a Horse

ibid Cricket Of the Fluids 191 Vauxhall Sailing Match

227 Of the Bones, Cartilages, and Liga- Curious Circumstance of a Whake 22% ments 192 Pedestrianism

229 of the Muscles 195 Swimming

ibid. Effe&tual Remedy for the Bite of a Mad Pugilism

239 Dog 197 Cocking

ibid. Remarks on the Rigid Exercise of PoetRY.-Songs in the First of Just Horses

199 zin Les Poissards Anglois--on the Observations on Hunting, by Dr. late Glorious Victory-on the Win Johnson


on the Fashionable The Game of Ombre

ibid. Undress-on Veils-Seclusion_the Fete of Triumph and Benevolence

Shipwreck – Sonnet-Anacreontic Game Laws relating to Angling 203

-Similies to Nancy-Song, 231-234 Recent Decision refpečting an Uń. RACING CALENDAR. Guildford found Horse


continued --Hexham- Tenbury On the Barrenness of the Mule and

Lamberton-Newcastle upon Tyne Free Martin

206 Stamford-Ascot Heath--BridgeVarious Expressions in Hunting elu

north Ipswich Grantham cidated


Stockbridge - Newmarket News The Jockey Clergyman

208 castle under Line - Nantwich On the Game of Whift 209 Edinburgh-Winchester

29–38 Richly ornamented with a striking Representation of the Forest

Keeper SHOOTING A BUCK; and an exact Delineation of the SKELETON of a Horse, from an Original in the Possession of Mr. FOXALL, Farrier, Finsbury Square, both beautifully engraved by Соок.




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T is with no small satisfaction we receive another Letter from

our valuable Correspondent AcASTUS, with a promise of a con. tinuance of his friendly Aslistance. The unforeseen Event which gave rise to his long Silence, is equally regretted by ourselves, as we doubt not it has been by our numerous Readers : and we have the pleature of gratifying them with his further Observations on Fox HƯNTING, in our present Number.

We have also inserted the Letter of a SPORTSMAN on the Inhu. manity.of certain persons to the Horse. We have too much regard for that Noble Animal, not to be pleased with many of his Řemarks; and we trust they will be considered by the generality of our Readers, as having a tendency to procure him a better Treatment in future.

If Nauticus had for a moment reflected on the Nature of our Publication, it would never have entered into his mind, that Ar Account of the Victory obtained by Lord Howe over the French Fleet was a Subject for the SPORTING MAGAZINE. However (notwith. ftanding we inform him that his MSS. is in the Hands of our Pub. lither, and will be delivered to his order), we thank him for the Opportunity it gives us to express our Joy in common with the rest of our Countrymen, on the Glorious Occasion, and to signify our Wishes that it may be only a prelude to future Successes.

A Contribution to the History of Card Play, shall appear very foon.

The FLASH SONG, which an Anonymous Correspondent has thought proper to send us, cannot have a place in the Sporting Magazine. Admitting it was now, which is certainly not the case, its Insertion would be deemed an Insult to the respectable Purchasers of our Publication.

A NORFOLK FARMER on the Destruction of Game, is received, and shall appear in our next.

As fhall a variety of Productions, which equally claim our Atten. tion; and which, for want of room, we have been under the necessity of keeping back

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