is much sought after, and a wish is often expressed that NIMROD would pursue his letters on "The Road" to a conclusion, and then publish them at a low price, so as to enable them to circulate amongst those to whom the practical part of travelling by coaches is concerned. Although he occasionally treats his subject philosophically, and accounts for effects by causes not immediately visible; yet he does so in such clear and satisfactory language, that it can scarcely be unintelligible to those who have derived but little advantages from education and reading. Here I may add-those are the people who want information.

I am, Sir, &c. Exeter, Aug. 10, 1827.

M. D.

PERFORMANCES.

At York August Meeting, Tuesday, August 8, 1826, FANNY DAVIES won a Sweepstakes of 50 sovs. each, h. ft. for three-year-olds:

colts, 8st. 5lb.; fillies, 8st. 2lb. last mile and a half (five subscribers), beating Lord Scarbrough's b. c. by Catton, dam by Paynator: -2 to 1 on Fanny Davies. Won easy by a length.

On Thursday, in the same Meeting, FANNY DAVIES won a Sweepstakes of 30 sovs. each, h. ft. for three-year-old fillies, 8st. 5lb.Last mile and three quarters (nine subscribers), beating Lord Kennedy's blk. Mary Ann, by Blacklock; Lord Scarbrough's b. Pasta, by Catton; Sir W. Milner's br. Sister to Osmond; and Lord Milton's b. Theodosia, by Tramp:-6 to 4 agst Mary Ann, 3 to 1 agst Sir W. Milner's filly, 4 to 1 agst

FANNY DAVIES.

FANNY Davies, a brown mare, foaled in 1823, bred by J. Houldsworth, Esq. Farnsfield, Notts, was got by Filho da Puta, out of Treasure, by Camillus; grandam, by Hyacinthus; great grandam, Flora (the dam of Trim, Zara, St. Denis, &c.), by King Fergus; great great grandam, Atalanta (the dam of Faith, Pacolet, Harold, Fox, Rosalind, Yarico, Bradamante, &c.), by MatchemLass of the Mill, by OronookoOld Traveller (Sister to Clark's Lass of the Mill)-Mr. Holmes' Miss Makeless, by Young Greyhound-Old Partner-Woodcock (dam of the Lambton Miss Doe)Croft's Bay Barb (grandam of the Ancaster Starling) - Makeless (Desdemona's dam)-Brimmer— Dicky Pierson (Son of Dodsworth) -Burton Barb Mare.

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Pasta. A good race, and won by nearly a length--run in 3 min. 37 sec.

At Pontefract, Tuesday, September 5, FANNY DAVIES, 7st. 11lb. won the Produce Stakes of 50 sovs. each, h. ft. for three-yearolds, one mile and three quarters (five subscribers), beating Mr. Petre's ch. f. Missey, by Catton, 7st. 11lb.:-3 to 1 on Fanny Davies. A good race, won by only half a neck.

On Wednesday, in the same Meeting, FANNY DAVIES, at 6st. 9lb. won the Gold Cup, value 100 sovs. by eight subscribers of 10 sovs. each, with 20 sovs. added, for horses of ages--Two miles, beating Lord Wharncliffe's b. h. El Dorado, 5 yrs old, 8st. 12lb.:5 to 4 on Fanny Davies. Easy.

At Doncaster, Wednesday, September 20, FANNY DAVIES Won the Foal Stakes of 100 sovs, each, Z z

h. ft. for three-year-olds:-colts, 8st. 7lb.; fillies, 8st. 4lb. one mile and a half (six subscribers), beating Lord Milton's Tickhill, by Catton:-2 to 1 on Fanny Davies. Won easy.

On Friday, in the same Meeting, FANNY DAVIES won a Sweepstakes of 20 sovs. each, with 20 added by the Corporation, for three-year-old fillies, 8st. 4lb. St. Leger Course (eighteen subscribers), beating Lord Muncaster's b. Garcia, by Octavian; Mr. Watt's ch. by Catton, out of Altisidora; Mr. Yates's b. Little-boPeep, by Paulowitz; Lord Kennedy's blk. Mary Ann, by Blacklock; Mr. Houldsworth's b. Harriet, by Filho da Puta; Lord Scarbrough's b. Pasta, by Catton; Sir W. Milner's br. Sister to Osmond; and Mr. Petre's ch. Missey, by Catton:-6 to 4 agst Fanny Davies, 4 to 1 agst Mr. Watt's filly, and 4 to 1 agst Mary Ann. Won by two lengths-run in 3 min. 25 sec. These are the only times of her winning up to August 18, 1827.

spared a better man!" With true sorrow I read of his loss. What a misfortune, my Dear Sir, to be born with two much sensibility! and though we in these parts may still hear the voice of Whimsey, Warbler, and Waverley (for they are only moved four short miles from the old kennel), yet, alas! the cheerful halloo of that voice will now be heard no more! How often has Durestone's echoing rocks re-echoed to his cheerful voice, when "gone away" over Shaw Moor has been the tuneful cry! Oh, that I had the pen of NIMROD, the OLD FORESTER, or NIM NORTH, whom he loved so well, to speak in his lamented

praise! Yet,

Si quid mea carmina possunt, Nulla dies unquam memori vos eximet

ævo :

for a better sportsman or a more enthusiastic lover of the chase did not exist. In fact he was of the right stamp-got by the old Squire, one of the best and most persevering sportsmen in Devonshire, now upwards of seventy-hunting his own hounds, a most excellent pack of harriers, no

SIR,

READY"-MR. PODE.

THOUGH it is many years since

I had the pleasure of addressing you, yet being a constant reader and a great admirer of your interesting publication, I am induced to trouble you once more, to condole with you, and particularly with my Devonshire friends, in the loss we must all feel of that distinguished sportsman, ROUGH AND READY, Who (I perceive by the account given by a gentleman with a d-d hard name)" is gone dead." Alas! we that are in love with hunting" could have better

man that is fond of seeing a hare well found, and regularly hunted, must enjoy a treat. But, alas! neither the renown of the sire nor the enthusiasm of the son could stop the sheers of Clotho. Yet perhaps he would not have taken the desertion of the kennel at Slade so much at heart, had but some kind friend whispered, "that fox-hunting might yet survive; that Mr. Bulteel has, in the most spirited manner, taken on himself to hunt the country, commencing with the late pack of Mr. Pode, with Mr. Worth's, and many couples of Dr. Troyt's pack, in all sixty couple in kennel." I cannot help, in the midst

of my sorrows, congratulating my brother sportsmen on this auspicious commencement of this gentle

man, and have no doubt, with a little patience, but we shall once more hear of some good runs in this country, and old Durestone once more reverberate to the cheering sound of Tally-ho-though we shall miss the enlivening pen of our lamented friend to record them.

[Our Correspondent here goes at some length into the inquiry whether Devonshire be a fox-hunting country, inclining to the opinion that it is not. He terminates his letter as follows:-]

As I have mentioned Mr. Pode's late pack, I would fain say a few words of their master. Those that know Mr. Pode will know that words cannot do justice to his liberality or hospitality. To those that do not know him, I wish to speak of his disinterestedness. A true lover of hare-hunting, with one of the best and steadiest packs in England, which he had been upwards of thirty years bringing to perfection, to please a few dashing youths, he gave up his greatest delight, and allowed them to be made a pack of fox-hounds -a sport he knew, from the nature of the country, and some other reasons, he could not enjoy. These hounds, and the polite and gentlemanlike conduct of his nephew, Captain Pode (the manager in the field), to all present, have for these three or four years been the delight of the neighbourhood of Plymouth. That we thank him for past civilities, and the sport he has given us, is all we can do at present; assuring him that his kindness will ever live in our hearts. I am, Sir, &c.

A PLAIN COUNTRYMAN.

Plymouth, July 28, 1827.

A FEW LINES FROM NIMROD.

SIR,

ALTHOUGH I have abundance of subject matter before me, yet I do not like to forego my privilege of making a few remarks on past proceedings-particularly so, as there are in the three or four last Numbers several appeals to me, which I am bound in courtesy to acknowledge.

I have first to notice the letter of M.P.on the Game Laws, in which he alludes to arguments made use of by me. He says, I attribute the increase of poaching solely to the increase of game; and that I state a case in which a number of poachers attacked twenty-five keepers, as a proof. He differs with me here, and attributes the increase of poaching to the riches and luxury of the inhabitants of London and other large cities, who persist in buying it from the poulterers. He must allow me to tell him, mine is the first; his but the second cause. It is the value of the prize that tempts the pirate, and induces him to risk his life to obtain it. We never heard of this sort of warfare until the introduction of battues, and there all the evil lies. As to the inequality of punishment between the poacher and the poulterer, or any other purchaser of game, I do not admit it. The law visits one as well as the other; but we well know how quietly things are done in London and other great towns, and what a noise the report of a gun makes in a gentleman's preserves at twelve o'clock at night. It is not, however, my intention to enter farther at present into the merits of this great question; and for two reasons: first, I have other subjects which require my attention; and secondly, I shall wait till I see what steps

are taken by Parliament, who have blinked the question this last Sessions. I had the pleasure of being told by a Member of the Upper House, that my fifth letter on the Game Laws had attracted notice; and that, although he did not acquiesce in all my arguments, he thought several of them would have weight when the question comes to be agitated. As for myself, the more I consider it, the more I see the hopelessness of a radical cure, or even indeed for a material change for the better.

In the Number for May is a very excellent letter from Ringwood on feeding hounds,commenting in mild and gentlemanlike language upon two different statements made by me on the subject, and which statements, being apparently so wide of each other, require a little explanation, and for two essential reasons: first, because, as they now stand, they are irreconcilable; and in the second place, because they in some measure impeach my. correctness, if not veracity, on such essential points. Now, a regard for my reputation here induces me to inform you, that the first of these statements I had from the lips of Gardner, feeder to Mr. Osbaldeston; and the second in a letter from Mr. Musters, with his permission to insert it. The reason why I did not state my lastmentioned authority, arose from the idea, that, as Mr. Musters spoke of what was to come, instead of what was passed, I thought he might have miscalculated the consumption of his kennel. I certainly always thought a pint, or, what is about the same thing, a pound of oatmeal per day, a sufficient quantity for a fox-hound, if it be good, even at any period of the year; but we must observe,

that Mr. M. was here speaking of the hunting season. I must also remark, that, when he uses the words," although it might have been very well in Colonel Cook's time, it will not do now," he alludes to the price of meal as connected with a subscription to hounds, and not as to the quantity given.

I read very attentively The Old Forester's Notice of the celebrated stallion Spectre," which your May Number contains; and I am compelled to observe, that it presents a melancholy detail of the evils of doing things by halves. Unless it be for a cocktail, and this only under peculiar circumstances, I have always set my face against private training; and where is the man who knows anything about it, that will not say Spectre was a victim to it? Training the racehorse is an art only to be learnt by a very long apprenticeship; and the difficulty of it is best elucidated by the few who acquire the excellence of it, even after a long life in the practice. "There is no Royal road to science," I believe Dr. Johnson observed; neither is there any heaven-born trainer. By the Old Forester's admission, the nicety of this art extends to even putting on a setting muzzle, which I was not awake to before.

Some people have recourse to private training, because they say many public trainers are rogues. In this instance, however, even the privacy of Wigmore was not free from suspicion, and the consequent change of jockeys at Ludlow was the occasion of that heart-rending scene, so well described by The Old Forester, which closed the racing career of this justly celebrated horse. Harry Arthur, the executioner on the occasion, has ridden several times for me, and I never