came up with lightning speed, and won the course.-Carron won the second, without any trial of speed, the hare being a mere field-dodger.-The third was a real trial of speed and bottom, in which Waterloo shewed his superior racing and lasting qualities, and won-no mean victory, for Carron ran beautifully, and proved himself nothing but a good one.

There was another Match for 10 sovs. each between Mr. Bruce Jardine's Cringet, own Brother to Carron, and Mr. Pollok's Match, the best of three heats, which was won by Cringet in two runs.

These Meetings proved a source of benefit to the poor of Eaglesham, the Rev. Mr. Colville having received £25 2s. 6d. to be distributed among them at his discretion. The Earl of Eglinton contributed 5 sovs., as winner of the above Match; Mr. Hunt, of Manchester, 5 sovs., as winner of the Caledonian Cup with his English dog Empress; Mr. Geddes and Mr. Borron 5 sovs. jointly, whose dogs Glasgow and Glory won the Caledonian Plate and Purse; and £10 2s. 6d. field-money was contributed by the spectators of the Waterloo Challenge Match.

WILL DEAN.

THE subject of my mirth has, alas! been long a subject of the grave; but oblivion's veil has avail'd but little in effacing from memory the above respected name, which gained its celebrity in the service of the late Earl Fitzwilliam; and trusting that the present Earl may not be averse to a verse being dedicated to him, the following are presented by His Lordship's humble servant, THOMAS HART.

Will Dean a Huntsman was of yore,

In chase the boldest seen,

By Peterboro's city dwelt,

But not that city's Dean.

On famed Fitzwilliam's fair domain
WILL had his humble birth,
Nor left the same to earn his name,
But on it went to earth.

His kennel, where no drunkard roll'd,
Was kept in order nice ;

And stood within His Lordship's Park,
In "Milton's Paradise !"

His horses rare with stud-ied care
Were rear'd up for the bar!
Yet in the rear they scarce appear
Nor oft nor very far.

Through longest day o'er fallow clay
His steeds unwearied toil'd,

So sure their bound they ne'er weref ound
At fencing ever foil'd.

WILL little knew and seldom drew

Of rotten boro's stocks,

Yet had the wit to shun a Pit

Whilst following a Fox.

That Fox had cunning in his running,

Which WILL'S conceit much troubled;

He was a prize of weight and size
Which more than others double'd.

Away went WILL-away Went-worth,
O'er dikes that few could brook!
Who hears the Peel, and does not feel
The blast which his Horn Took!

Some deem'd they'd powers and pluck to soar
In leaps as high as WILL;

But cloddy ground the luckless found
Of sores gave each his fill.

O'er fences high they thought to fly,
But failing find the ground;

And horse that day found out that they
Threw off as well as hound.

The reckless, rash, o'er Quickset dash,
And thus their end have sped;
Tho' strange men mourn a fellow gone,
The Quick mourn not the dead.

None had the way like WILL, they say,
To clear a gate in style,

So that no spar or round could mar,
Or his mane object spoil.

Name Steeple Chase! and WILL's long face
Would long, still longer run,

On his grey-mare-horse he'd look and pause,
And sigh I ran but one.

But one sad day of dire dismay
WILL, like the day, was ailing :

Alas! 'twas plain WILL's fleeting reign
Bar'd him from further railing!

Then 'gan to wail, as he turn'd pale,
WILL'S wife, who sadly took it.

Death's Tally-ho! WILL could but know-
WILL whoop'd, and kick'd the bucket!

April 6th, 1840.

THE TAR'S SPORT ON SHORE.

When I first knew young Midway, he was a Midshipman on board H. M. S. Turf, on an experimental voyage to discover whether the realities of a sea-life suited his inclinations, or equalled his boyish visions of glory and bliss; for he was a favorite and petted child of a widowed mother, and his friends had the promise of a more peaceable appointment for him if young Harry found himself disappointed in the one his heart had dreamt of from his youth upwards; but the taste merely made the boy more anxious to drain the cup to its dregs, and he swore to be a sailor for aye and for ever.

He was in truth a fine spirited boy, with a face as soft as a virgin's, large blue eyes, and dimpled cheeks, and the one never shone so brightly or the other so dimpled as when engaged in a spree at another person's expense he truly bore a card of introduction in his face, for I defy any one to have resisted his intelligent and pleasing smile, and I, for one, loved him with a brother's love.

Midway was connected with the D.'s-influential people at Poonawith whom, at the time of this story, he was residing. Now the Lady, a cousin I believe, had also a spice of the devil in her, and was not at all averse to hoaxing her acquaintance in an innocent kind of way-the husband, who by the by was a good enough sort of man, fond of giving good advice and bad wine, only stipulating that he was not to be made answerable for any of his wife's jokes.

There is a season of gaiety at Poona as well as at other places; so the D.'s, being fashionable people, issued cards for a grand ball and supper; and Old Nick, who has always an imp or two at every woman's ear urging her on to naughty deeds, failed not on this occasion to suggest what fun and frolic would arise if the Mid were dressed as a young lady, and introduced to the company as a niece but lately arrived from England, in all the bloom and beauty of sweet sixteen summers: the Lady, as I before said, required but little pressing, and on the eventful evening young Harry was produced, and by all proclaimed the prettiest, most lady-like, enchanting, and lovely being ever exported to the largest and most scandalous station of the Bombay Presidency, Poona.

At this time there was a person named Smith stationed there, a devilish good fellow, who certainly had but two failings-namely, an enormous nose; and an itching, in fact a disease, to become one of that set of men who dream that happiness alone is found in the holy joys of wedlock. Poor Smith had proposed and been jawabed many times, but always returned each season to the attack with renewed hopes; for when once a man is foolish enough to imagine he must take unto himself a wife, he is like unto a stick in the river during a fresh; on, on, he must and will go, until at length he finds himself fastened tight enough to some other pieces of rubbish in some yeasty nook. In these courtships there was something really terrific to watch Smith's proboscis, for what else could it be called, wagging from side to side, glowing in divers colors and adorned with much superfluous snuff.

Some happy mortals are blest with an open and ingenuous countenance, in which the wishes of the heart are as visible as if written in letters of brass; others have a happy knack of depicting every feeling and desire by certain glances of the eye: the curl of the lip is now and then equal to a whole discourse, and the tongue thrust into the cheek shews pretty plainly that the owner is a good judge of a swelling: but Smith's nose was the sole barometer by which his every minute change of mind might be known; its smile most pleasing; its gravity the true wisdom; and its gaiety irresistible: when bile-oppressed, its shades were of a most bilious hue, but when he joyed in health, it was all radiant and bright in glory.

"Allow me," said Snout, "the honor of your hand in the ensuing quadrille !" The question was simple enough, but the nose, the ominous nose was killing; long, soft, and insinuating, it was formed to penetrate down the thorax into the heart.

The scene, the joke, all tended to raise young Harry's spirits, and he really looked beautiful. Smith was enchanted, and thought himself a lucky dog in having been refused by the fifty-three young ladies he had previously proposed to, for now he deemed his person-no, his nose triumphant and irresistible. His attentions were unceasing; jellies, cakes, and fruits, each in their turn were recommended, accompanied with some tender sentiment from one of our poets, the nose marking the proper emphasis; but the young lady's enormous appetite and fondness for negus rather displeased him: still when he gazed on her face he forgave her all, for

"Each succeeding look was lovelier than the last."

At length the time arrived for the ladies to leave the supper table, but poor Smith with horror saw his youthful beauty still retain her seat. Ah! thought the eternal Nose, she wishes for one glass more negus. So, with the softest, blandest, and most pleasingly confidential manner he suggested, "a leetle more weak wine and water ?"

"D-n your wine and water!" bellowed out the charming niece; "give me grog, Sir, grog; and let it be half-and-half, and no more of your jaw, old hand-spike Snout!" Then with a thump on the table which smashed a dozen glasses, and hurling his cap and curls into the air, he roared out rather than sang

"Of Nelson and the North,

Sing the glorious day's renown,

When the battle fierce came forth,
All the might of Denmark's Crown."

Some people's hair stand upright, or, "as men's have done from sudden fears," become gray. I solemnly declare Smith's nose assumed a stiff perpendicular position, expressive of the utmost indignation and astonishment; a loud, long, distinct, shrill groan issued from each nostril, and he fled the room. To add to his dismay, just as he flung himself headlong into his palanquin, he heard the young scamp (who had now assumed the president's chair) call out, a toast, my hearties, a toast! Here's to the man wot has a nose! nine times nine! hurra! hurra! HURRAH!!"

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DUM WIWIMUS WIWAMUS.

COLONEL GILBERT ON VISION.

Engraved by J. R. Scort from a Portrait by LODER.

VISION, a black mare, the property of Sir Walter Carew, Bart., was bred by Mr. J. Taunton, in 1831; got by Rajah (half-bred) out of Apparition by Comus- Phantom, by Hambletonian- PrecipitateHighflyer, &c. &c.

VISION was not trained at three years old.

PERFORMANCES.

In 1835 she won at Totnes a Sweepstakes of 5 sovs. each, with 25 added, beating Distich, by Dactyl.

At Plymouth, 10st. 10fb. (Col. Gilbert), she won the County Members' Plate of 25 sovs. added to a Sweepstakes of 5 sovs. each, beating Westry and three others: and at the same Meeting, 10st. 7fb. (Mr. Wise), she won the Welter Stakes of 10 sovs. each, with 10 added, five subs.

At Newton Abbot, 11st. 3fb. (Mr. Wisc), she won the Torquay Stakes of 5 sovs. each, twenty-five subs.

In 1836, at the Plymouth Spring Meeting, 11st. 71b. (Colonel Gilbert), VISION WOn the Lyneham Stakes of 5 sovs. cach, thirty-five subs., beating Why-not and three others.

At Newton Abbot, she walked over for the Torquay Stakes of 5 sovs. each, twenty-five subs.

At Plymouth August Meeting, 11st. 9b. (Mr. Featherstone), she won the County Members' Plate of 25 sovs. added to a Sweepstakes of 5 sovs. each, five subs., beating Harold and three others.

At Exeter, 11st. 4lb. (Col. Gilbert), VISION won the Ladies' Plate of 30 sovs. added to a Sweepstakes of 5 sovs. each, beating Why-not: also, carrying 10st. 11th. (Col. Gilbert), the Home Stakes of 10 sovs. each, 2 ft., with 50 added, beating Why-not. Same Meeting, 8st. (Wheeler), she won the City Purse of 60 sovs. added to a Handicap Sweepstakes of 5 sovs. each, three subs., beating Rosalie and Warrior.

In 1837, VISION, at the Plymouth Spring Meeting, carrying 12st. 7lb. (Col. Gilbert), won the Lyneham Stakes of 5 sovs, each, 2 ft., fifty-two subs., beating Mr. Ley's ch. h. Řattle, 12st. 1fb., and three others.

At Exeter, 8st. 8ib. (Wheeler), she won the Gold Cup (in specie), beating Snatchblock and Samian: and same Meeting, she walked over for the Home Stakes; and also, 9st. 5lb. (Wheeler), won the City Purse of 50 sovs., beating Countess of Devon.

At Plymouth, carrying 12st. 12fb. (Mr. William Nattle), she won the Welter Stakes of 5 sovs. each, 3 ft., with 20 added by the Fund and 10 by Colonel Gilbert, beating Doncaster and three others.

At Newton Abbot, 11st. 2fb. (Colonel Gilbert), she won the Newton Stakes of 10 sovs. each, h. ft., seven subs., beating Preference, 4 yrs, 9st. 12lb., and Samian, 3 yrs, 8st. 12fb. : and the next day, 11st. 12fb. (Colonel Gilbert), she won the Torquay Stakes of 5 sovs. each, 2 ft., with 20 added, gentlemen riders, eighteen subs., beating Mustapha, 3 yrs, 9st.

In 1838, at Newton Abbot, 11st. 11fb. (Col. Gilbert), VISION won the Torquay Stakes of 5 sovs. each, 2 ft., twenty-five subs., beating Mustapha, 4 yrs, 11st., and Westeria, 3 yrs, 10st. 3lb.

After this VISION was put to the stud, and covered by Elis.