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In the construction of Hunting Crops of late years, excessive stiffness has been regarded as essential. Canes have been prized in proportion to their unyielding firmness; and much pliability in a Hunting Crop has been sufficient to condemn it.
It is, however, a fact that a well-made MELTON STOP-GATE, composed of Whalebone covered with Gut, is sufficiently firm to withstand a closing gate, and that, from the natural elasticity of the material, much less concussion is felt than with a totally unyielding substance.
The durability of Gut-covered Hunting Crops is fully proved by the fact that in most Hunts the Huntsmen and Whippers-in are furnished with them.
Begs to inform the Nobility and Gentry that he can confidently recommend his Stop
Gates, and solicits their patronage, either through his Agents, or at the
R. B. EDE'S MARKING INK FOR WRITING ON LINEN.
Never has been washed out;
No Preparation, 6d. and 1s. MANUFACTORY, DORKING. Wholesale and Export Agent, R. E. DEAR, 89, Bishopsgate
Within. Retail West-end Depôt, 130, Mount Street, Berkeley Square.
At the GOLDEN PERCH, 132, OXFORD STREET (J. CHEEK, Proprietor and Manufacturer), you can select from a splendid Stock, at one-third less than the usual prices, viz., the best London make, with whalebone handles and solid silver mounts, 6s.6d. ; do. do., handsomely chased, 9s.; do., jockey size, 9s.; do. do., chased, 14s.
Saddlers and Country Dealers supplied.
N. B. OBSERVE THE NAME AND Sign.
TO READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS.
In our next number will be commmenced a new sporting Novel, to be continued monthly, by John Mills, Esq., author of “The Old English Gentleman.”
“Cestrian.” Write-if you must write---to the Editor of the “Old Sporting Magazine," in which the misstatement was published. We do not require to be told that “ Charles J. Ford, Esq. is not master of the Cheshire hounds."
If our correspondent, at Hull, had so written that a letter could be addressed to him privately, he should have heard from us by return
“ Bee's-wing" can have his request complied with ; but how is it he has become Doeskin of Hunter House? Will he write to us in
The Editor will write to “ Puckeridge.” Is he understood ?
The Ring.–We have received a long communication from Manchester on the subject of a shameful riot that occurred, a few days since, at a prize-fight in that neighbourhood. We are happy in being enabled to inform our correspondent, we have it from the highest authority that it is the intention of government to take immediate and rigorous measures for abolishing the practice of public prize-fighting.
To all those who are addicted to the cacoethes scribendi, we commend an inkstand, just invented by Messrs. Perry and Co. This new and useful invention, termed “ The Patent Perryian Gravitating Inkstand," will be found to preserve the ink for an incredible period, and, from the nature of its construction, dust is entirely excluded.
Vols. I. to VIII., bound in fancy cloth boards, and lettered, are now ready.
HYDE MARSTON ;
OR, RECOLLECTIONS OF A SPORTSMAN'S LIFE.
BY THE EDITOR.
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FOURTH :-CONVEYANCING,
" Sic vos non vobis vellera fertis oves.
Sic vos non vobis mellificatis apes.
Men make their own the labour of the steer,
To make bon-bons
For lazy drones,
Hitherto these recollections may have seemed less germane to their indicated purpose than they ought to have been. But the early experience of the sportsman is, of all knowledge, precisely that of the least value. As the circulation of notes for small sums is interdicted by act of parliament, so should comments be restrained apropos to little or nothing at all. The boy and the youth go forth to flood and field for no object beyond that attained in the pursuit of wild enterprise and healthful excitement. To such, woodcraft, like virtue, is its own reward. Manhood comes, with its store of worldly wisdom and keen perception, that seeks to turn to account all the issues of life, and, lo! the speculator in pleasure rivals in diligence and application of means to the end proposed, he who knows no corner of the earth too distant for the exercise of his industry. What stores of genius have been brought to bear on the horse-dealing of amateurs! Management, before which Talleyrand would have hidden his diminished head, has been lavished in laying the train for a game of blind hooky, and minds that might have done honour to the woolsack have wasted their sweetness on the intricacies of a handicap.
Up to the period of my visit to uncle Tom, at Paris, I had looked upon life as on the scenes of
my to England, if I had not learnt to regard it as a tragedy, in which all men and women are merely players,” it had certainly struck me as a presentment wherein many of the vicarious characters were anything but comic. From
mother-of whom I have sketched a slight outline-I inherited quick feelings, a sanguine temperament, and a disposition for adventure so strong, as almost to make excitement necessary
to my existence. From my sire a spirit of perseverance, or—to call things by their proper names-of obstinacy, that taught me to regard resolution-or stubbornness—as a cardinal virtue. Thus made up, I was sent by a kind but most indiscreet father, with sad odds against me, into a world, wherein to do well (I write with sorrow, but conviction of the truth), the recipe is contained in the Frenchman's prescription, “ Pour bien vivre il faut avoir un mauvais coeur et un bon estomac.”
After a short sojourn among the household gods at B --, first having accommodated the parental position “as well as could be expected,” I set out for the north, with Maher beside me, in one of Burnand's buggies (Burnand was an awful fellow at the et cæteras of his bills, but it must be admitted he did turn you out a Christian conveyance), and, in front, one of the best pieces of horseflesh it was ever my fortune to see in single harness. As something in the experience line attaches to his history, I offer an apology for staying the narrative to introduce it here. “Paulo Majora,” on whom I subsequently committed foul murder (as will appear in the sequel), by driving him at midnight into the Severn, between Tewkesbury and Gloucester, was an undoubted "Trister,” as his high and ragged hips, short clean legs, and “nicked” tail, demonstrated to the knowing in the equestrian “ habitat.” He came into my possession some months previous to my French excursion in the following manner.
He had been bought out of a string that was passing through Shrewsbury, by one of the coach proprietors, who found him so ferociously vicious, that the only use he could make of him was in the chaff-mill, where he was worked sometimes a month at a spell! Even there he was found too dangerous, and was sent to B for the use of the kennels. Being fat, they gave, I believe, thirty shillings for him, and turned him into the boiling-yard, preparatory to his being turned into beef. There I accidentally saw him, looking all over a collar nag, barring his eye, which, as Mrs. Malaprop says, resembled that of “ an allegory on the banks of the Nile.” On the occasion of that visit to the victualling department I chanced to be accompanied by a favourite bull terrier, between whom and the “doomed one" a singular friendship was struck up-a kind of beastly love at first sight, even Maher remarking—“Our Venom makes up uncommon to the knacker,' she does, by —~, I mane, it's a fact.”
It seemed so monstrous to throw such an animal to the dogs, that, resolving on an effort to reform him, I caused him to be put into a shed, as the first step. On the following day I found him there, with Venom coiled up under his nose, forming a four-footed tableau of Damon and Pythias. He was now transferred to a stall in the carriage