. proper care of 'Lazy-boots' in his babyhood. A 'Coxcomb' would be the appropriate ornament of Wamba,' that fellow of infinite jest.' Bonnyfield and Fluid may be represented by Amphibious.' Bêtenoire having listened to the seductive voice of The Drake, we fancy we shall hear of a 'Quack-Doctor' in connection with their amours. Neptunus, when he took Hecate for his bride, little thought that 'The Sea Serpent' would be fathered upon him. We fear that the meeting of a Rake with a Novice will lead to an 'Elopement.' Phantom Sail's introduction to a Lawyer led to their being ably represented by 'Serjeant Ballantine.' We shall be delighted to find that Codicil has ensured a 'Fortune' to The Miner as the reward of his perseverance. A 'White Chaplet' would be a suitable memorial of the union of Silverhair with Adventurer. We do not intend any reflection on Speculum when we say, that a Butter-boat would be nothing without a 'Ladle,' and we think the son of Vedette and Cachuca have been very successful in their combined efforts to introduce the 'Mirrordance.' Mariner could not very well do without a 'Blue Jacket,' and True Blue has considerately supplied him with one. An Adventurer when he visits a Cantine may find a 'Corkscrew' à propos. Curfewbell warned Warlock before his death to look his last upon a 'Watchfire.' We cannot account for the possession by Mermaid of an Asteroid, unless it should prove to be a Star-fish." Bonnybell little thought of the scrape she was getting into, through her liaison with Adventurer, but we hope the Marriage Bell' will set matters right in time. High Church' would be the Orthodox son of Cathedral and Minaret. Tell-tale's filly by the Duke ought not to be 'Viola,' as she never told her love.' Vergiss mein Nicht has surely not forgotten to bestow a Blue Blossom' on her inamorato. We fear that Duchess and The Miner have been guilty of a Mésalliance.' A'Glass of Grog' would have been a beverage better suited to the taste of a Jack-tar than the finest Claret, and we are afraid that La Rose will have given Tom Bowline nothing but a Stomachache.' Blue Bell and Storm might be associated in Inchcape Bell.' It is a pity that The Miner should have bestowed so much care and attention on Giltnook, as 'Fairygold' will scarcely repay him. The daughter of a Spinster, whover may be the sire, must be a 'Lovechild.' Juanita Perez has always been regarded in Spain as the Cozinera who invented that savoury concoction of herbs, spices, garlic, and minced-meat, the far-famed Olla Podrida.' Man-at-Arms was enamoured of the First Lady he met, and the consequence was a 'Surrender.' Mariner could scarcely carry out his intentions as to a Codicil without a Notary. The only sweetness Saccharometer could extract from a Prescription must be a 'Fee.' We have rather a weakness for Brandy Sauce,' and should expect to find it associated with Plum Pudding and Frailty. Cathedral and Melody might be united in an 'Anthem,' Our well-beloved godchild Minster Bell, the handsome daughter of Newminster and Aspasia, may revive her festal notes of joy in a 'Wedding Peal.' Cambuscan and Amorous should combine their skill and affection in Cupid's dart.' Caterer

and Sultana might amuse us with a 'Snapdragon.' The Start-point of a Crater must be an Explosion.' With reference to our naval supremacy, Admiral Rous will be, sorry to hear that a Fluke represents the extent of Gunboat's success with The Target. Platinum' is the most likely reward of the Miner's visit to The Volga. Flash-in-the-Pan's Telltale will, we fear, be 'Missfire.' Adventurer and Petra may take their choice between Granite and Limestone. The Hermit's study of the Lexicon will no doubt lead to the introduction of the 'Greek Alphabet.' We hope a 'Waistcoat' of Moleskin into turf circles may add to Lord Lyon's comfort. 'Curtain Lecture' would graphically represent that noisy couple Lecturer and Breeze. All Bedesman's Plunder may be contained in a 'Wallet.' Daisy's son by Lord Lyon is of sufficiently high lineage to take the name of 'Kingcup.' Mainstone's discovery of Ironstone' is a consequence of his visit to Avondale. Bedesman and Sandal are suggestive of 'Out at Heels.' We are glad to discern that Lord Anglesey is, like Timothy, well acquainted with the Scriptures, and in consequence 'Nathanael' and The Fig-tree are now in The Calendar. 'Sir Roger,' by Adventurer out of Leah, was entered for high stakes, including the Convivial and Drawing-room, but has been struck out of all his engagements by the hand of death.

Without in any way wishing to anticipate the judgment of the jury in the Tichborne case, we think we may venture to name the colt by Adventurer out of Circe, the Claimant.' If the real Tichborne perished, as the Solicitor-General suggests, in the waters of the Atlantic; if the wild waves sang his funeral dirge, if—

'Full fathom five he lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea change

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark! now I hear them: ding-dong, bell,'

his friends would indeed mourn his early death; but far better that he should have thus perished than that there should have been a transmigration of souls, such as Serjeant Ballantine has shadowed out to us: 'Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer cloud,
Without our special wonder?'

It is possible that the gentle student of Stonyhurst, well tutored by learned Fathers of the Church, should have utterly forgotten, not Latin and Greek only, but

'The fair humanities of old religion.'

Is the trained officer of the Carbineers unable to tell the difference between close and open order, and entirely ignorant of the names and persons of his comrades in arms. Has the high-principled and chivalric lover, who never breathed in the ear of his ladye-love a

syllable that could raise a blush on her maiden cheek, has he become so lost to all sense of decency and shame, that he is ready to blast the unspotted reputation of his fair cousin, by an unfounded slander? Has a gentleman been transformed into a bullying bushranger? If so, the transformation must have been of the same character as that which the syren Circe effected on the victims who fell into her toils, and we are justified in our nomenclature. We may exclaim with the ghost,

'Oh! Hamlet, what a falling off was there!'

Are we to lose faith in the axiom of our favourite Latin poet

'Cœlum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.'

The fellow is not deficient in that shrewdness which is frequently characteristic of men of low origin whose intellects have been sharpened by the keen encounter of wits in the market and the workshop. How plaintive was the almost humiliating confession of one of the most learned and accomplished lawyers of the day, it almost forms a distich

'I tried to cross-examine him;
He cross-examined me.'

Well! who is to pluck out the heart of this mystery? All we can say is, that if a new coat of arms is to be found for the claimant, we should suggest a marrow bone and cleaver for the crest, and for the motto, Nil fuit unquam sic impar sibi,' yet if he be the right man, may he win; if not, may he pass many future years of his life in ascending a staircase-if one can be constructed strong enough to carry him-on a principle very dissimilar from that which he hoped would be the ladder of his baseness' at Tichborne Hall.

Gallop apace, ye fiery-footed steeds! or the driver of Our Van' will have brought in his vehicle and shut us out. We know that we are belated, friend Baily, though we have written currente calamo, and now we suppose it depends upon that imp of darkness, the printer's devil, whether we are to take our place, side by side with Amphion, and the other dwellers of Olympus, our leaves entwined in the immortal green chaplet, or consigned to the limbo of the rejected, the Balaam basket.

J. C. M. H.

As the author seems disposed to throw the responsibility of the non-appearance in March of Chapter II. of Turf Nomenclature,' on the printer's devil, that individual wishes to prove that he is 'not so black as he is painted.' The fact is, the writer lost his place by the length of a street, the manuscript arrived at Cornhill on the morning of the National Thanksgiving, the shutters were up, proclaiming a holiday, the green flag floated from the roof. Baily had gone forth as the representative of the sporting press of England to welcome her Majesty, and to express the hope of

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every true sportsman, that the Prince of Wales may be soon restored to perfect health, and enliven with his cheering presence the sports and pastimes' of merrie England. Every typical devil of the establishment had climbed to the summit of the dome of St. Paul's, or some other 'coigne of vantage,' to view the procession, and was ready to pounce upon any follower of Beale, Ödger, and Co., who might venture to jeer and flout at our solemnity. Had such a miscreant appeared he would have been carried off in 'Our Van' (woe to the wretch who goes to punishment therein) to Coldbath Prison to undergo the discipline which proves so salutary to the representatives of the Great Unwashed,' when they do penance Printer's Devil.

there.

A JINGLE OF THE GUINEAS.

FOUNDED ON A HEBREW MELODY.

PRINCE CHARLIE went down to the post with a roar,
And scarlet and white were the colours he wore;
And the coat of Cremorne shone like 'myriads of lights'
That illumine its gardens on festival nights.

Like cavalry charge, in unwavering line,
They swept up the Heath to the Bushes incline,
Like squadron repulsed, a discomfited host,
All scattered and broken they raced for the post.

For the hope of the Baron came fearless and fast,
And laughed in the face of each foe as he past,
He play'd at their girths to the Abingdon hill,
Then left them all standing, like images, still.

And there roll'd the Messenger, helpless alone,
His foemen unchallenged, his trumpet unblown;
And Helmets were dinted, and first to give way
Was the Anglesey Knight who did battle for Day.

And there stood Sir Joseph, excited and pale,
For Huxtable's arm was at work like a flail;
And see, on his flanks, with the foam-flake and blood,
Are blazoned the colours of mighty King Lud.

And the plunging division, for once, have to wait,
For layers are broke at the Clubs and the Gate;
And the face of the Gentile, the visage he drew,
Is green with reflection of yellow and blue.

LITTLE DAVID.

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WOLF-HUNTING AND WILD SPORT IN BRITTANY.

NO. VIII.

FRANK,' said the Baron de Keryfan to me immediately after the interview with the Breton peasants, we shall have hot work next 'week at Kilvern: the whole country will be there, from Pontivy to 'Landerneau; and every peasant, owning a musket or a blunderbuss, 'will bring his weapon, and use it too, in the most reckless fashion 'on that occasion--the slugs at Trefranc were mere hail compared 'with the weight of metal deemed necessary at Kilvern the "balle"“mariée,” which is simply a couple of leaden bullets screwed into one, 'is rammed into every barrel, when a pig is the object of the chase; 'and this, if it hits not its mark, is apt to glance awkwardly from rock or tree, and create serious results.'

A pleasant prospect for men and hounds,' I replied; if that is to 'be the order of the day, one might as well encounter a band of 'armed savages as join these wild Bretons when excited by the chase. By St. Hubert! after the pinking you had yesterday, would it not 'be safer for you to send a messenger for one of those Crusader hau< berks that hang in your hall at Pen-meur; it at least would protect your body from mortal injury, and your head and limbs might take 'their chance?'

'You're chaffing me, Frank,' said the Baron, good-temperedly; 'but, believe me, the storm of random bullets will be no joke, when 'a pig comes to run short in those hollow glens.'

Well, but if the sport is good,' said the Count de Kergoorlas, chiming in, 'I'll be bound to say we shall none of us give the bullets ' a second thought. However, it would probably be advisable to warn 'the Kilvern peasants, ere they leave this house, that the gendarmes will be sure to attend the hunt, and that every gun will be seized, if 'its owner cannot produce his permis-de-chasse.

'That may deter some few of them,' said M. de St. Prix; but the 'majority of the peasants, whether possessing or not that legal quali'fication, will care no more for the gendarmes, than you do for 'the Loup-garou, that forest bugbear of our old women and children. 'However, give them that hint by all means. I only wish my 'hounds, in times past, had suffered as little from the boars' tusks as 'the chasseurs from the glancing balls of the Brittany peasants.'

'Do your hounds, then, venture to worry him,' I inquired, 'when 'the boar is brought to bay?'

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'Aye,' said St. Prix; they go in at him as if he was a mere fallow 'doe; and it's an awful sight to witness the slashing and gashing 'inflicted on the best and bravest of my hounds, ere we are able to 'give him his coup-de-grâce.'

That of course you do with your chasse-couteau; but is it not a 'service of some danger to yourself, closing with him at a time when, 'maddened with rage and driven to a stand-still, he catches his wind and charges furiously on every enemy?'

'It would certainly be so,' said the Louvetier, 'to a man who