BAILY'S MONTHLY MAGAZINE OF SPORTS AND PASTIMES. MR. A. H. TURNER NEW COMEN. THE subject of our present sketch, the Master of the Cleveland, is well deserving of a place in that collection of Yorkshire sportsmen which has contributed so largely to fill Baily's' gallery. Born in 1844 at his ancestral residence, Kirkleatham Hall, near Redcar, Mr. Newcomen evinced a passion for field sports very early, and was Master of a pack of harriers at the promising age of thirteen. The passion developed with his growth, and he soon became well known as a good performer with the Hurworth, Durham, and Mr. Cradock's hounds, and when last season he took the Cleveland, one ambition of his life may be said to have been fulfilled. A bold rider and a good judge of pace, he is generally to be found with his hounds in the rather rough country over which they hunt, and he has a good huntsman in Richard Sherwood. Mr. Newcomen continues to breed from his grandfather's valuable and now rare old strain of blood from which sprang the Flying Dutchman, Van Tromp, Zuyder Zee, &c., and his young homebred hunters give promise of becoming as celebrated as the Perions' and the 'St. Bennetts' in days of yore. He is fond of a little racing, and occasionally has a horse or two of his own breeding under Sanderson's care at Hambleton, among which we may mention Souflé, Kelchburne-the latter once beating some good horses in the Autumn Plate at Newcastle-and others. He is well known as one of the best and quickest game shots in the north of England, is good with his rod, fond of cricket, and, in short, 'can play the game all round.' We must not forget to add that to him is mainly due the excellent racecourse that Redcar now possesses, with its straight seven furlongs on old grass land, and the new Grand Stand, second to none in the far north for comfort and convenience. In fact, the Redcar meeting quite holds its own with the older established ones, chiefly owing to local support and the excellence of its course. VOL. XXVII.-NO. 188. Y 2 Mr. Newcomen has married a daughter of Sir J. Clarke-Jervoise of Idsworth Park, Hants, and to say that that lady is a sportswoman, in the best sense of the term, is only saying that she is her father's child. She takes the keenest interest in all outdoor pursuits, and has a very famous breed of Dandie Dinmonts and colleys which have taken prizes all over the kingdom. A 'SECOND OCTOBER' ACROSTIC. WORKED BY CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE. 1. Nothing venture, nothing take; 2. Though a Monarch's first-born names the stake. 1. Lie by my heart, cold love;' 'twas thus she sighed, No more reseeks its throbbing fountain-head: 2. Oh! paths that lead to yonder heights sublime, Came, blighting all the sweets of Beauty's bower, At his proud feet, the arbiter of war: 4. No slave from yon benighted neighbouring shore 5. Back to thy source, weak harbinger of grief, Shall one poor drop my flaming woes assuage? The babe's smooth face, the furrowed cheek of age But summer withers on her arid plains. 6. "Ah, miserable! ah, unkind !"-but no, And my lost love calls from the shades beneath, 7. I come-life's setting sun his parting beam. Hope rears his airy token-peace at last! 8. One word above my ashes-this to tell The ruling passion of my life-be writ 9. Land of my birth, from thee my glazing eyes 10. Like to that mythic bird of Eastern tale, I long, from Earth's dull fetters freed, to soar; Hearing the sullen waves beneath me roar; 11. Great Mother, to thine all-enfolding arms Receive a weary heart that scorns to break, With pleasure, love, ambition, all at stake: A. FRANK RALEIGH OF WATERCOMBE. CHAPTER XX. WHEN the letter of Dr. Twigg, enumerating the many acts of insubordination of which Frank had been guilty, and his consequent expulsion from Buckbury school, reached Watercombe, a postscript appended to it informed the Squire that if his son did not arrive at home that evening, he would be found at Heathercot, where, as the writer believed, he might probably tarry for a few days. By all that's sacred!' exclaimed the Squire, his eyes contracting ominously, and his sinewy hand dropping the letter on the breakfasttable as if he had been suddenly shot, that shall never, be! I'd 'rather see Frank in his coffin than coupled up with such a lot!' 'What on earth are you talking about, Mr. Raleigh?' inquired Lady Susan, half petrified with alarm at the outburst of her husband's passion and the fierce language he used in reference to Frank. What has the poor boy been doing now?' Read that letter, madam,' he said gravely, but as courteously as his temper would permit him. According to that report, the Doctor seems to think he is only fit for the penal settlements; but, lawless as he makes him out to be, there is no imputation against the boy's honour; that at least is a comfort, and were it not for the postscript I should not feel so worried about him.' Lady Susan, who was dotingly attached to her son, and never would allow, however much she might have felt it, that he had ever given her a moment's uneasiness, perused the document with an anxious look, but without comment, down to the last word. The whole letter,' she said, 'is a piece of spiteful and gross exaggeration; just what you might expect from the head of such a 'school as that of Buckbury. Had Frank been sent to Eton, as I 'wished, he would not then have fallen into such low company, and 'we should have been spared this bitter mortification. It's a trap 'laid for him, no doubt, by that designing widow; but, at his age, if he falls into it, he's sharp enough, I hope, to find a way out ' of it.' 'What! back out of an engagement, like a cur out of a fox-earth? 'No; if he is ever fool enough to make an offer to that girl, or any other, by heavens he shall stand to it, or I'll disown him for ' life!' Then, Mr. Raleigh, you would be doing him a grave injustice; 'the boy is only seventeen, and, if entangled now by the meshes of ' an artful woman, it would clearly be your duty to step in and help him out of them. Such a mésalliance would be the death of me.' A sudden impulse appeared to seize the Squire; for, without waiting to reply to Lady Susan's last remark, he flung impatiently out of the room, and hurrying to his sanctum, rang the bell for Matthews with an energy that made the old butler jump from his chair and hobble to answer it with very unusual promptitude. Order King Cole to 'be got ready, and tell Langworthy to bring him round as soon as ' he is saddled,' he said, in so short and imperious a tone that, contrary to his habit, Matthews stayed not to ask a single question, but proceeded at once to execute his master's commands. 'Zummut's up now, Tom, and no mistake,' he remarked, as he entered the stable and took his seat on a huge oaken corn-bin opposite the stalls, and filling a wide window-recess expressly constructed for its reception. I reckon 'tis my lady again, for I han't |