lowing anecdote of Waterloo, which, as I believe it has never before appeared in print, I now give.

Previous to the time when the Guards under the command of two of the most gallant and daring spirits of the day-Saltoun and McDonnell-had taken possession of their stronghold in the farmhouse of Hougoumont, à regiment of French cavalry had formed with a view of charging that portion of our men who were then in front of the gates of the old farm. Nothing could exceed the enthusiasm of the enemy-they were hardly to be restrained: one young officer in particular rode forward with all the chivalry of a Bayard, and without waiting for orders would have charged the Guards had any kindred spirits volunteered their services. At last the order was given to the French regiment to advance; the young officer, we have before alluded to, scarcely waited for the word of command from his Colonel, but placing himself at the head of his squadron, waved his sword on high, and crying" Vive l'Empereur," rushed onward to the fray. At that moment the Guards, who had contested for hours this key of the whole right of our position, had received orders to retire within the walls of the old château, and before the cavalry could near them, had retired within the gates and walls. The French Colonel, anxious literally not to run his head against a wall, had sounded the halt, and the well-disciplined troops had obeyed it, with the exception of our modern Hotspur, who, galloping up to the gate, threatened destruction to the inmates, who were now snugly ensconced behind the temporary fortress, showing a formidable row of deadly muskets through the hastily formed loop-holes. The young Frenchman now dared them to single combat, menacing them with his sword, and uttering oaths that, at the English magisterial price of five shillings per oath, would have muleted "pretty considerably" from his pay. In vain did his will without power avail him. Our brave fellows suffered him to approach within a yard or two of their muskets; then-with that humanity and generous conduct which ever characterises noble hearts-touched not a trigger, but, cheering their gallant foe, left him scatheless. With that politesse for which the sons of France are proverbial, the young officer acknowledged the compliment by taking off his hat, and, retiring as leisurely as if on parade to his regiment, uttered to himself the sentiment, which, if literally translated, would be--"These English are indeed as generous as they are brave." In conclusion, I have only to say that I have lately heard this anecdote authenticated; and am happy to hear that the hero of it is now a living Colonel in the French army, who to this moment bears testimony of the gallantry and magnanimity of the Guards at Waterloo. On the following morning some of our party went out at daybreak to enjoy a few hours' fishing, bringing us home for breakfast some splendid trout, which, in addition to some cold pigeon pie, some kippered salmon, dried haddocks, fresh butter, and an excellent loaf, made us a most sumptuous repast, worthy of the country from which our hostess came- "bonnie brave Scotland." Geordie-who had during his service in the Guards seen a "deal of life"-wisely imagining that upon a hot broiling day we should prefer having our game brought to us, than fagging through the woods for it, appeared after breakfast with a huge basket full of pigeons, as well

as one full of squirrels. A sweepstakes was immediately made-after the most approved Red House fashion-£5 each, twenty birds, thirty yards from the trap. This was followed by a match between two crack sportsmen, six double shots, at twenty yards from the trap. Nothing could exceed the delight of the Indians and Canadians, who had assembled to witness our prowess. We wound up the day's diversion with a grand rifle battue at the squirrels; and in this sport we came off decidedly second to the Indians, who were, generally speaking, unerring shots. After a most excellent dinner, of which the Indians partook, we quaffed a quaick of real Glenlivet to the prosperity of our hostess, and taking our places in our bateau, again pursued our voyage. The day was uncommonly fine, and as we entered Lake St. François, our boatmen sang us some Canadian melodies most beautifully, marking the time with each stroke of the oar. Our next landing place was L'Isle aux Raisins, so called from the number of vines growing thereon, but the grapes were (literally, not figuratively) sour. Near this spot are many islands, still in possession of the Indians. From St. Regis to the mouth of the Oswegatchee river, the rapids are numberless. Here we got acquainted with a young Indian, who agreed to accompany us in our expedition. On the ninth morning we entered the Lake of a thousand Isles, twenty-five miles in length, and six in breadth; many of the islands are scarcely larger than a bateau-the largest is but from eleven to fifteen acres all are beautifully covered with wood, forming the hunting encampments of the Indians. Here we were informed that, during particular years, the bears come down from the northern regions. The manner of killing them is as follows:-A party on land beat the woods, by setting fire to the long grass and underwood, and as the bears take the water the Indians in their canoes have a splendid battue. In these days of locomotion and puffing, we wonder some London hairdresser does not have an agent at the Lake of a thousand Isles. How well the following announcement would read:-"Messrs. Frisby, Wigan, Curling and Hair, beg to inform the public at large that they have just received from their transatlantic agents five young bears, the grease of which may be had at their celebrated emporium in Regent-street. N.B. This is the original grease mentioned by the late Mr. Matthews, as having converted, in one application, a deal box into a hair trunk."

But to resume. Early in August we reached Kingston, and met with a most hospitable reception from the officers of H.M. 70th regiment, and the commissioner of the dock-yard, the late Admiral Barrie. Races, balls, and dinners were going on, and we passed a most delightful time during the week we sojourned there. On the 16th of August we embarked on board the Lake Ontario steam boat, and after a propitious passage reached Niagara. There is nothing worth mentioning connected with this town, which is situated on the west side of the river from which it takes its name, and we therefore lost no time in engaging a conveyance to take us to the falls. Here we were delighted again to meet our American friends, who welcomed us most kindly. In their company we witnessed the mighty cataract. "I stood upon the table rock! I saw Niagara! Who can describe that sight?" This is the vivid lan

guage of Fanny Kemble (for I must call her by her fame-name), and I certainly will not attempt to depict the more than ordinarily solemn and intense sensations that this wonder of the creation produced upon my mind, after remaining nearly a week at the falls, where we saw them by daylight, starlight, and moonlight. We took leave of our new acquaintances, agreeing to meet them on a stated day at Kingston, from thence to take a tour together. Our object was now to visit the North West Company's Station at Winnepeek, making our way up the mazy and wandering rivers that interlace the vast forests: coasting the most remote lakes, we traversed Lake Erie, Lake Huron, and passing through the Straits of St. Mary, crossed the portage into Lake Superior. Coasting along the shores of Lake Superior, we arrived at the grand portage, from hence by a chain of small lakes and rivers we reached Winnepeek. Nothing could be more hospitable than the reception we met with from the agent of the North West Company, who, during our stay, gave us Indian guides to accompany us in our shooting and fishing excursions. Returning nearly the same route, we reached Niagara, and hearing that, at about a mile distant, at Mississaguis Point, or Lake Ontario, we should find a tribe of Indians, called the Mississaguis, most excellent fishers and hunters, we lost no time in proceeding there. During our stay with this tribe we had excellent sport, "leistering" salmon by torchlight, and catching a variety of fish, including some very fine sturgeon. The latter fish is only valuable for its oil, as it is coarse and ill flavoured. Paying a hasty visit to York, the then seat of the Governor of Upper Canada, we reached Kingston in time to welcome our American friends to the first English garrison town they had ever entered.

PARTRIDGE SHOOTING.

BY ORNITHER.

"See! in his mid-career the spaniel struck
Stiff by the tainted gale, with open nose
Outstretched, and finely sensible, draws full,
Fearful, and cautious, on the latent prey;
As in the sun the circling covey bask
Their varied plumes, and watchful every way
Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye."

THOMSON.

"Time and tide tarry for no man," so sayeth quaintly, alliteratively, and alas! but too truly, the weather-blackened dial of the Middle Temple. Happy indeed it is that the ever-flowing current upon whose surface we compulsorily float, has scenes of enjoyment-infinitely diversified and adapted to every taste-in store for us, that we may beguile ourselves during the voyage, and forget our approach to that gloomy and silent port into which all in the end must inevitably

enter.

But a truce to such thoughts for the present. Is not Autumn, with

her sun-burnt brow, her sickle and corn sheaves, already here? Her advent, time out of mind, and among all nations, has been the occasion for joy and festivity. The fruits of the earth are gathered in; the lofty barns are stuffed to the very roof with goodly grain, and the numerous rick-staddles bend beneath the trim, fair proportioned, burthens they sustain. The careful providence of Man hath improved to the utmost the simple bounties of nature, and, for another year at least, set grim Want and his attendant harpies at defiance. The harvest secured- -no cares of importance pressing us, then seems properly to succeed the chase of those animals which, having been allowed by universal consent a peaceful season for reproduction, become now, in their maturity, the lawful prey of the hunter.

The first of September! How much to the really enthusiastic sportsman do these few words convey. The dawn of this day, be it foul or fair, opens to him a campaign the delights of which, far from at any time wearying, accumulate intensity and force by iteration. An energetic and long repressed passion-the curb now removed-bursts forth doubly vigorous, and slakes itself in enjoyment. How powerful a hold this has taken among the affections may be witnessed in the fact that every thing is made subservient to it; the calls of business, the claims of affection-so that they be not absolutely imperative-all give way for a while to this recreation.

Al

Last month we had with our kind and ever indulgent readers a brief "Gossip on Grousing." Not a few of the foot-feathered beauties for such in sober verity they are-have fallen since then, unwilling victims to the true eye and prompt finger of many of us. It is pretty generally allowed to have been a successful season. though, owing to accidental circumstances, we have ourselves had better luck on former occasions, we have heard of, and indeed communicated with, those who can boast of extraordinary feats in the way of num. bers. It becomes our duty now-mutatis mutandis-to discourse on a different theme.

Having been so lately on "the hills," the first strong impression that occurs to us on handling our subject is the remarkable difference that exists between the habits and distinctive peculiarities of the game that severally inhabit the mountains and the plains.

The grouse indomitable denizen of the moors!-ever flies the approach of cultivation. His bleak home is amid heathery solitudes, dreary and remote-where the black storm gathers, and the mistwreath flies. He asks but little even from nature. Rejoicing heartily in his freedom, he disdains the superfluities of the husbandman, and the shelter of his inclosures.

The partridge, on the other hand, perpetually follows the plough. As man gradually extends his dominion, converting the sterile waste into fruitful corn-fields and exuberant pastures, he also advances, spreads joyfully, and multiplies. And whether we regard him merely as a delicacy for the table, or as a picturesque component in the landscape, a most desirable adjunct he is to the country. At morning's dawn, and evening's twilight, his voice, ever welcome to the sportsman, is heard in our hamlets, and echoes through our dewy "coombs;" it is one of the rustic sounds we become early familiar with, quickly learn to relish, and could ill afford to lose.

The pleasure, moreover, resulting from the pursuit of these birds respectively, differs not less widely than do their haunts and habits. That accruing from the chase of the former, as we have elsewhere said, by reason of the novelty and gloomy grandeur of the scenery where it is carried on, is indubitably the most vivid and soul-exciting. But, unfortunately, the circumstance of its limitation to far distant localities, effectually prohibits the majority of sportsmen from enjoying it; whilst that arising from the latter may be procured even amongst our very homesteads throughout the length and breadth of the land. Further, with most fowlers, it is the sport which forms the chief business of the season, and assuredly takes the second rank among the pleasures derivable from shooting.

To the multitude who inveigh against the chase for no better reason than because themselves are not constituted so as to be able to understand, much less appreciate, the intense enjoyment it yields to those who follow it, we give our assurance that (simply to particularize this one kind of sport) a most enviable moment is that when the shooter takes the field on the "thrice welcome" morning of " the first." Calm and unimpassioned as may be the outward semblance of the man, he has a world of agreeable emotion within. The expectations, the hopes, the anxieties of months, have hung centred on the issues of this day; and behold, the trial which will destroy or fulfil them is begun! The very dogs, too, on whom-if he is what he ought to be his eye rests with no ordinary pride, give dumb utterance to their deep joy by gestures, and by the ardour and earnestness wherewith they discharge their duties. Full of life and energy, with a purpose as steady and unflagging as is his bodily frame, the sportsman advances, beating closely and carefully field and meadow, bush and brake. Nor is it alone in the raising, scattering, and thinning of his feathered quarry that he experiences pleasure. His soul, like a delicate mirror, answers quick to the impressions of material objects. From the red squirrel skipping among the boughs, to the broad flush of beauty shed by the sloping sunbeams on the yellow landscape beneath, there is nothing escapes him, or that passes without contributing its quota of delight. He inspires health from the fresh and elastic atmosphere that cools his glowing cheek, and gathers additional strength and hardiness from exercise and fatigue. Enviable, then, we repeat, is the character of the fowler.

As each successive year sees a fresh race of sportsmen step eagerly into the junior rank of the corps, a few words on the pursuit of the partridge, its peculiarities and essentials, may not be deemed amiss. at this moment.

Excepting only the landrail, there is perhaps no bird on which the pointer draws, more remarkable for the subtlety it displays in eluding and baffling its enemies than the partridge. To specify instances of this cunning would be a work of supererogation, as the experience of all who have followed this sport must furnish abundance of testimony in support of it.

The requisites for a successful partridge-shooter are as follows:Firstly, great steadiness of nerve, since the bird springing suddenly into the air with no small noise frequently alarms and confounds the tyro. All palpitation and violent excitement in walking up to a