well known for his staunchness; but this day's bull was one of no ordinary powers, and "Captain's" best friends anticipated misfortune. Never was there anything prettier than his mode of attack: the bull stood snorting and stamping in the centre of the ring, eyeing the dog, which approached him actually crouching on the ground; it was at least a minute before they closed. The Bull made a dash-in a second "Captain " had him by the under lip, and both rolled over. considered the job as done, but were soon undeceived; the dog had, in falling under the bull, lost his hold. Fortunately for "Captain," the bull was so near the extremity of his tether, that he was unable to follow his success by tossing him, and therefore retired; the dog was handled, and, no bones being broken, after a few minutes was again put down; he

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advanced in evident pain and with greater caution than before: the odds were 20 to 1 against him. Aware of the formidable opponent now creeping up to him, the bull seemed irresolute, but presently recovering his courage rushed forward. "Captain's" eye was this time on a surer mark; quicker than thought he fixed his teeth in the cartilage of the nose, and, amidst thunders of applause, pinned and held his antagonist. to the ground.

Ben's face recovered its retundity, and, on receiving the congratulations of his friends and a handsome bonus to cover his losses, went off with his "pretty dears" in high glee; observing that "the silver collar voud make a wery nice hornament for old mother's neck."

Adieu, Mr. Editor,

ADDRESS.

NON SUM QUALIS ERAM.

(Written and intended to have been spoken at an entertainment in honour of the Honourable M. S. Elphinstone, on the occasion of his departure for England, in 1827.)

As some tall bark (that hath in stately pride

Dash'd her broad bows through many a troubled tide)
Steers homewards on her course, rich with the stores
Of distant climes, and nears her destined shores,
And whilst each billow seems her track to court,
Furls her white sails and glides into her port,
So, full of treasures (treasures only theirs
Whose wealth is wisdom and whose memory shares
The poor man's blessing and the good man's prayers),
Parts, on his homeward course, OUR HONOUr'd guest,
Most honour'd and most loved, where known the best!
Stamp'd on the brightest annals of the state,
Where, high emblazon'd, shine the wise and great,
His NAME shall stand pre-eminent, and truth
Shall there delighted trace him from his youth,
With bold and ardent spirit pressing on

To his own glory's perihelion;

Nor find throughout the track that he pursued
One footprint quit the path of rectitude!

How bright and brilliant shall that transcript be,
The blotless record of integrity!!

And memory shows him in her fairy light
Firm in the council, fearless in the fight,
For (braving obstacles that others shun)
Was knowledge to be gained or glory won
There, there, be sure, was ELPHINSTONE!
Let the bright mirror of remembrance throw
Its fond reflection back, TEN YEARS AGO!!
Ten years ago! on that eventful day
When war's "magnificently stern array
Had panoply'd itself on Kirkee's plain
And Peace had stretch'd her olive branch in vain,
The CIVIC HERO of the field beheld

That battle scene, and proud his bosom swelled!
He saw the standard of his rancorous foe
Girdled by countless myriads; and a glow
Prophetic of his triumph fired his eye.
Whilst on his brow the LAURELS of ASSAYE

RUSTLED IMPATIENT FOR THE VICTORY.

With calm unchanging cheek and dauntless air
He mingled with the warrior band to share
The glory of their Spartan-like defence;
And with a lip of soldier-eloquence,

Breathing a kindred spirit in each man,

Inspired the young and cheer'd the veteran

Where thickest press'd the foe, where deadliest shone

The cannon-flash, there Noble ELPHINSTONE,

Like some presiding deity, appears,

With the bold bearing of his ancestors?

But when war's tumults ceased, how blithely gay

His presence chased our exile-hours away;

Mirth was his handmaid-pleasure was his bride,
Sport the companion ever at his side,

Whilst affability around him flung

The glow of happiness on old and young,
Himself the sun of every circle here,

Bask'd in the radiance of his own bright sphere,
Like to that forest-bird whose plumage gives
The light in which alone he loves and lives!

But gloom falls upon the setting sun,
And soon, how soon with yonder signal gun
Round our fair isle, the tocsin of regret
Shall fling its sound from rock to parapet;
And many a stern and stoic heart will feel
Emotions they may struggle to conceal,
Awaken'd by the talismanic spell

That links affliction with the word-FAREWELL !
FAREWELL!—see, summon'd at the magic sound,

The widow and the orphan crowd around,

And pouring blessings with their last adieu,
The Christian, Guebre, Mussulman, Hindoo,

"Battle's magnificently stern array" Byron's Childe Harold.

All castes, all classes, on one object bent
With heartfelt sorrow swell the loud lament!
But 'midst the mournful, as they quail and cower,
Who deepest will regret that parting hour?
Lo! where the GENIUS of the DECCAN stands;
The blood-red boar-spear glittering in his hands,
His swarthy brow high flashing with the trace
Of his fresh triumph in the mountain chase,
The tusked prey lies weltering in blood
That darkly reddens the Indranee flood,
And Casselsye's loud Alpine echoes roar
With the deep death-groans of the dying boar!
Here as he gazes, Rumour, whose loud tongue
Had far abroad the saddening farewell flung,
And babbled the bad tidings to the breeze,
Fast flies to Deccan land-the GENIUS Sees-
Sees that bold front that never felt a fear
And sunburnt cheek that never knew a tear!
Yet when that rumour struck with wing so wild
His stony heart-he wept-wept-like a child!
So when on Horeb's steep the prophet stood
And smote the flinty rock, out gush'd the flood!!
Then spoke the mighty spirit of the chase,

Go, noblest scion of a noble race,

Go, where proud honours, gain'd in thy career,
Fling back in gladness their refulgence here;
Go to thy father land, and in the bold

Bleak mountains of thy birthplace still behold
These rugged ghauts and precipices drear

Where thou hast roam'd a DECCAN HIGHLANDER;

And o'er their rocky summits with delight

Hast cheer'd from dawn to dusk the wild boar's flight,

For here thy praises shall each glen resound

And all thy sporting haunts henceforth be classic ground!"
Then, oh! forget not thou (where'er the fates

May lead thee from thine old associates)
The land that (eager for thy latest praise)
Cradled the pastimes of thine earlier days!

And now FAREWELL, this tear, the heart-sprung token
Of all that's deeply felt more than could be spoken,
Tells that my task is done, my spell is broken-
I cast my shiver'd boar-spear in the river-
And cheerless leave this once loved land for ever-
The SPIRITS of the DECCAN speak with me,

FAREWELL great ELPHINSTONE, to sport and thee!!!
And that FAREWELL, tho' poured in fancied strain,
Hath not been uttered by these lips in vain-

For the sad valediction dims each eye,

And finds an echo in each bosom nigh.
But let not sorrow cloud this festal night!

Bid social feeling take its loftiest flight

To pledge our loved, our HONOURED GUEST, the while
We yet can bask in his benignant smile-

Yes, fill your goblets, bubbling to the brim,

Fill to each toast that breathes one thought of him,
And this our last be echoed far and wide,

God bless our FRIEND, our PATRON, and our PRIDE!

PERFORMANCES OF GOBLIN GREY.

This celebrated grey Arab, standing 14h. 13in., first started, when a four-year-old, under the name of Suliman, at the Bombay Turf Meeting, 1827, and on the 6th February beat Guarantee 11⁄2 miles, 8st. 5lbs., each in 3m. 6s.; and again on the last day, 7st. 12lbs., each in 3m. 5s.

At the latter end of the year 1828 he was sent from Poonah to Mhow, and only arrived a few days before the commencement of the meeting in wretched order, yet on the 15th November he won the first heat of the Harmonic Stakes, 11st. each,mile heats, but was beaten by Minstrel and Boxkeeper the second and third, and was drawn the fourth heat; on the 17th he started for the Give and Take at 9st. 5lbs., but was not in condition to cope with Boxkeeper, 8st. 3 lbs. On the 19th, at 8st. 5lbs., he was beaten by Tam O'Shanter, 8st. 12lbs., for the Asseer Plate, one mile heats, in 1m. 59s. and 1m. 58s. On the 21st, at 9st. 7lbs., he won the first heat of the Cavalry Gold Cup, 1 mile heats, in 3m. 7s., and ran second to Scorpion the second and third heats in 3m. 2s., and 3m. 51s.; on the 23rd, at 8st. 12lbs., he won the first heat of the Indore Purse, 11⁄2 mile heats, in 3m. 3s., but a cross being claimed against him he was drawn. On the 28th he won the Cockpit Stakes, beating Tarquin and Spectator in 3m. 1s. and 4m. 10s. The first heat 1 miles, weight for age, the second two miles, weight for inches, and cantered over for the third heat, one mile, 9st. 7lbs. each.

On the 3rd December he won the first heat of the Mhow Turf Plate, 9st. each, 11⁄2 mile and a distance, heats in 3m. 21s., but was beaten the second and third by that celebrated Arab Boxkeeper in 3m. 17s. and 3m. 29s. He also, between the fourth and fifth days of the meeting, beat Tam O'Shanter a match, 1 miles, winning in a canter; but, from his running throughout the meeting, it was evident that he was neither in wind or condition to run heats, though he proved himself an honest and first-rate horse.

After the Mhow Meeting he was sent to Baroda, and on the 9th February, at 8st. 10lbs., was beaten by Paul Pry, 8st. 3lbs., two mile heats, in 4m. 11s. and 4m. 14s. On the 14th he won the Baroda Plate, 600 rupees, 8st. 4lbs. each, three miles, beating Lottery, the two last miles run in 58s. and 56s.-1m. 3s.-1m. 5s. -Total, 4m. 2s. On the 16th February, at 8st. 5lbs., he won a plate of 900 rupees, 1 mile and a distance, heats, in 3m. 14s. and 3m. 17s., beating Paul Pry, 7st. 12lbs. ; and on the 19th the Guzerat Turf Plate, 1400 rupees, 1 mile heats, beating Jerry in a canter.

At the 5th Mhow Meeting on the 18th December, 1828, at 9st. 7lbs., he was beaten by Boxkeeper, 8st. 7lbs., heats R. Č., in 3m. 7s. and 3m. 21s. ; on the 20th, at 8st. 12lbs., he was again beaten by Boxkeeper, 9st., for the Asseer Plate, one mile heats, in 1m. 58s. and 1m. 58s. On the 22nd December he won the Artillery

INSCRIPTION ON THE TOMB OF A FAVOURITE TERRIER.

Foxes avaunt! ye yelping crew

Of jackal curs, avoid ye too!

Wild cats and tame-keep distance due,