It would be scarcely worth while to repeat the well-known fact, that the ancient Britons used weapons and tools of flint, were it not for the purpose of observing, that the Wiltshire Downs produce that commodity in great abundance. 66 + Doubtless, the same as the ancient Báxxa." Bacchi Sacerdotes, quæ furore ab illo immisso agitabantur."-SCAPULA. Tallyho has long been substituted for Tan Io!-how long, it is perhaps impossible to ascertain; but that I should be adopted for n, will surprise no one who is disposed to examine the subject. The Attic dialect changes into λ, and the Doric, a into . This fact were alone sufficient; but the euphony of "Tallyho!” when vociferated in the field from Stentorian lungs, is far greater than "Tan Io!" to say nothing of the sudden jerk given to the tongue in pronouncing the n, which, as modern Nimrods ride, might endanger a front tooth or two. Should any incredulous person, however, see fit to question the correctness of our derivation, let him be so good as to furnish us with a better. Some have endeavoured to prove the joyous cry is a corruption of Talio, signifying thereby that hunting is the exercise of a species of lex talionis, as though one would say, "Reynard! you have stolen my goose, and I will, in revenge, have your brush!" Revenge, indeed! Is there the most distant appearance of that vile spirit in the jolly, smiling, uproarious faces of a set of jolly fox-hunters? None but a Cockney could have dreamed such a dream. Let him creep out from beneath the "sulphurous canopy" of smoke, some fine morning, and waylay and shoot a fox when the hounds are in full cry, and truly he shall receive his reward for so kindly assisting the inveterate sportsmen in taking their REVENGE. The character of a brave warrior and a bold hunter have ever been synonimous among rude and uncivilized nations; and, in our late encounters on the continent, we have had no small reason to be grateful that they are frequently still united in the same person. Tan was the God of War, and in the field, where sport was to be found, and alacrity of body and mind acquired, his votaries fitted themselves to defend and fight for their country. They acquainted themselves with every pass and rising ground, bog, wood, and valley. What need of more, than stating that the DUKE is a foxhunter? SCENE, at Mr Selby's house, or in the grounds adjacent. SCENE-a Library. Mr SELBY, KATHERINE. Selby. Do not too far mistake me, gentlest wife; I meant to chide your virtues, not yourself, And those too with allowance. I have not As fairly yours as mine: 'twas this I thought Kath. In friendship's barter The riches we exchange should hold some level, Demand some thanks thrown in. You took me, sir, Selby. But to divert the subject: Kate, too fond Might raise a doubt in some men, that their wives Kath. I must guess, You speak this of the Widow Selby. 'Twas a bolt At random shot; but if it hit, believe me, I am most sorry to have wounded you Through a friend's side. I know not how we have swerved From our first talk. I was to caution you VOL. XXIV. Against this fault of a too grateful nature: To the proud will of an imperious woman. even now I hear her call you In such a tone, as lordliest mistresses Expect a slave's attendance. Prithee, Kate, Kath. I conjure you, Detain me not. I will return Selby. Sweet wife Use thy own pleasure [A voice within. [Exit Katherine. but it troubles me. A visit of three days, as was pretended, Selby. Some toilet service-to adjust her head, Or help to stick a pin in the right place Kath. Indeed 'twas none of these. Selby. Or new vamp up The tarnish'd cloak she came in. I have seen her Demand such service from thee, as her maid, And pack her few clothes up. Poor fool! fond slave! It will not shew less lovely than the tinge Of this faint red, contending with the pale, Where once the full-flush'd health gave to this cheek An apt resemblance to the fruit's warm side, That bears my Katherine's name. Our carriage, Philip. Serv. May it please you, The coachman has driven out with Mistress Frampton. Serv. None, sir, that I know of, But from the lady, who expects some letters At the next Post Town. Selby. Go, Robin. How is this? [Exit Servant. Kath. I came to tell you so, but fear'd your anger- Till our most reasonable friend returns. Selby. Too obedient, Kate, And to too many masters. I can hardly My sense of this injurious friend, this pest, [Exit Katherine. In rough terms to my wife. 'Death, my own servants What next? (Servant enters, and announces the Sister Enter Lucy. Sister! I know you are come to welcome This day's return. 'Twas well done. Lucy. You seem ruffled. In years gone by this day was used to be The smoothest of the year. Your honey turn'd So soon to gall? Selby. Gall'd am I, and with cause, And rid to death, yet cannot get a riddance, Nay, scarce a ride, by this proud Widow's leave. Lucy. Something you wrote me of a Mistress Frampton. Her looks, were proudly changed. And now she flaunts it' In jewels stolen or borrow'd from my wife; Who owes her some strange service, of what nature I must be kept in ignorance. Katherine's meek And gentle spirit cowers beneath her eye, As spell-bound by some witch. Lucy. Some mystery hangs on it. How bears she in her carriage towards yourself? Selby. As one who fears, and yet not greatly cares I find my Katherine in briny tears. From the small chamber, where she first was lodged Has now ensconced herself in the best part Of this large mansion; calls the left win her own; Commands my servants, equipage.-I hear Her hated tread. What makes she back so soon? Enter Mrs FRAMPTON. Mrs Fr. O, I am jolter'd, bruised, and shook to death, Chose, on my conscience, the perversest tracks, Till I was fain get out, and so walk back, My errand unperform'd at Andover. Lucy. And I shall love the knave for't ever after. Selby. My eldest sister Lucy, Come to congratulate this returning morn.- Mrs F. Pray, Be seated. For your brother's sake, you are welcome. I stand so far indebted. But your coming Makes it a feast. Lucy. She does the honours naturally Selby. As if she were the mistress of the house Mrs F. I love to be at home with loving friends. To stand on ceremony with obligations, Is to restrain the obliger. That old coach, though, Selby. I shall order An equipage soon, more easy to you, madam (Aside. } Aside. Lucy. To drive her, and her pride to Lucifer, I hope he means. (Aside. Mrs F. I must go trim myself; this humbled garb Would shame a wedding feast. I have your leave For a short absence ?-and your Katherine Selby. You'll find her in her closet Mrs F. Fare you well, then. Selby. How like you her assurance ? That if this Widow were my guest, not yours, O, be not lightly jealous! nor surmise, Secrets that touch'd your peace. If there be aught, My life upon't, 'tis but some girlish story Of a First Love; which even the boldest wife Might modestly deny to a husband's ear, Much more your timid and too sensitive Katherine. Selby. I think it is no more; and will dismiss My further fears, if ever I have had such. (Exit. Lucy. Shall we go walk? I'd see your gardens, brother; And how the new trees thrive, I recommended, Your Katherine is engaged now- Selby. I'll attend you. [Exeunt. |