Partakes his pleasure-in his circle moves,

And threefold sweeter makes each care he loves!
One day Sir Harry to his Emma said—

"If I should see your pretty favourite's head
"First on the Derby day-then thine a prize,
"Rich as my love, and sparkling as thine eyes,
"With orient pearls, and diamonds rare, shall shine
"Upon that alabaster neck of thine!"

Did racing cares thus innocently please,
And hopes excited harmless prove as these,
Chiffney himself might boast to mend the heart,
And famed Newmarket prove stern virtue's mart.
But evil passions hover o'er that place-
Sordid desires patrician souls disgrace.
And can it be, that men of noble blood,

Sprung from the brave, the generous, and the good,
With trainers false, and scoundrel-touters, mix,*
Join in their plots, and profit by their tricks?-
It were not much if only MR. Green,
The destined pigeon, and the hawk were seen
In converse close; experience is the school—
Alas! the only one, that cures the fool.
But when we see the talented and great
Descend so low, and so debase their state,
We blush for England, and deplore the day,
When British sports can British hearts betray!
(To be continued.)

CAMBRIDGE AND CAMBRIDGE MEN.

BY A CANTAB.

NO. I.

It is now, I will not say how many years, since I entered on my academical career as a member of College, Cambridge, but I have, as yet, no wrinkles, at least, on my forehead. The entry, that year, was a large and a good one, and included some of the best sportsmen the University has had together for many years. Passionately fond of sporting, I at once entered into the enjoyment of it, with all the ardour a rather limited exchequer would allow. The authorities were, at that time, far from severe. They winked at hunting, and attendance at four or five chapels per week (morning or evening, which

Touters are a class of persons who conceal themselves in furze-bushes, to watch the trials of race-horses, and report to the bettors who employ them on their respective merits; these men are often the channels of communication through which stable-boys are bribed to "make horses safe ;"-sometimes they are employed to place broken glass or spikes in the ground at the stable-gates, to lame horses. They are generally men who have been discharged for misconduct.

we liked best), was all that was required. In fact, they saw that it would not do to stretch authority too far. Young men, at the age at which they enter college, many of them of high family, will not endure to be treated as schoolboys, and ridden on the curb; wherever the system has been attempted, the college has either decreased in numbers or in quality, frequently in both. An instance of this took place, some few years ago, at Christchurch, Oxford, and was the means of dispersing the nobility over the other colleges. A proper system of discipline must, of course, be kept up, but that is not inconsistent with the countenance of gentlemanly and manly pursuits. There are, I know, many of the dons who are readers of these pages, and they will do well to take the hint here offered, with all deference to their supremacy.

At the time I speak of, the Cambridgeshire hounds, which were most generally attended by Cambridge men, were, and long may they continue to be, under the management of Mr. Barnett. I have hunted with many packs, but never with any that, with even a moderate chance, showed better sport. Unfortunately, this was seldom the case. Blank days were proverbially frequent-the covers being exceedingly thick, and difficult to draw, and many parts of the country most unfavourable for scent. In the latter part of the season, they generally went a good deal into the Fitzwilliam country, by his Lordship's permission, when matters were much improved, and the sport, I believe, excellent.

The establishment was a well-conducted one, considering the means, for I have been told that the subscriptions seldom exceeded £800 per annum, a very small portion of which came from Cambridge. They advertised twice a week, and had frequent bydays. Mr. Barnett was nominally the huntsman, but most of the work was done by Jack, the head whip, and there was also a second whip. The horses were of a useful sort, not, of course, very high-priced ones, but clever, and well adapted for the country. I particularly remember a roan, bought of Falkner, the Cambridge livery stable-keeper, upon which Jack was very hard to beat. The hounds were large, powerful animals, much of the Cottesmore style, with capital shoulders, and very muscular thighs. I always considered them excellent workers, and they generally gave a pretty good account of their fox, when, as I said before, they had a chance. In fact, they were admirably adapted for the strong country in which they were hunted, and patient and persevering to a degree I never saw surpassed. Of Mr. Barnett himself, I cannot speak too highly. His position was a very difficult one; and when we consider that, of the men who went out, I can scarcely say, to hunt, with him, many hardly knew the difference between a fox and a hound, we must allow that he had a good deal to undergo. The manner, however, in which he conducted himself, and kept the field in order, was admirable, and formed a striking contrast to the swearing and blustering of some of our masters of hounds. Of this, at least, I am quite sure, that, after the courteous rebuke of Mr. Barnett, no one, with any gentlemanly feeling, again wilfully offended. By the Cantabs he was much respected. I remember his once losing a capital run from Maddingly, from his goodnature in stopping to bleed the horse of a man who had cruelly overridden him. As a sportsman, I am not capable of saying much about

him. In my time he was troubled with the slows, and left affairs to Jack. I should think him an excellent judge of hounds and hunting. The tribute I am now paying is called forth by the recollection of many a kind word bestowed upon me. I look upon him as a first-rate sample of that fast-decaying race, the good old English gentleman.

Jack (I beg his pardon for forgetting his surname, if I ever heard it), received his education in the Fitzwilliam hunt, and he did his tutors credit. Quick, clever, and an excellent horseman, he was just the man for his place, more so, perhaps, than many who have acquired a much higher reputation. He was always full of humour, and as great a favourite as his master. He had the appearance of being as hard as nails, and I should think that no day was ever too long for him. Of his aide-de-camp, I have no distinct recollection.

It is,

The country hunted by the Cambridgeshire is decidedly unfavourable for hounds, for the reasons I have before mentioned. also, one of the worst in England for horses, being, in many places, rotten, and abounding in awkward grips, which, when hounds are running, are very dangerous. The fences are generally placed on banks, with ditches on both sides, and require a horse to understand his work thoroughly, or a fall must be the result. I have frequently seen four or five men down together, and that out of by no means large fields. A great supporter of these hounds was Lord Hardwicke, who, with his brother, Mr. Yorke, were pretty regular attendants. As this was the case, it used to be a matter of great surprise to me, that so many of his Lordship's covers were drawn blank; this was more especially the case about Hardwicke, where the hounds frequently met.

Some of the best performers were a Mr. Hogg, of Biggleswade, a sporting yeoman of the name of Balls, and some of the Cantabs, of whom, when I know that it will not be disagreeable to them, I mean to make mention.

Another pack, with which I was occasionally in the habit of hunting, was that of Mr. Mure, whose country extended from Bury St. Edmunds to Balsham Wood, within eight miles of Cambridge. I cannot say I ever saw much good sport with them, though everything was done to promote it that money could do. Their condition was perfect, and did great credit to the kennel huntsman,-and the men were very well mounted-one horse I particularly remember, a grey, ridden by the huntsman, which was one of the most perfect hunters I ever saw. But it is not necessary to say that good condition and good horses are not sufficient to ensure good sport. There certainly were two or three screws very loose. The master, Mr. Mure, a most liberal-minded gentleman, though a regular attendant, seemed, to me, very indifferent about sport, and did not enter into it with any animation. His huntsman, Rose, a son of the celebrated Tom Rose, the Duke of Grafton's huntsman, was by no means a favourite. He was but little blessed with the suaviter in modo, and, when things did not. go well, rendered himself very disagreeable. This is bad enough in the master, but unbearable in a servant. Rose was a big, stout man, riding, I should think, full fifteen stone, but I have seen him go well on the grey horse before-mentioned. The hounds were very handsome, and showed a great deal of breeding. They were exceed