different feelings from those with which I now entered it. As our new commander made his appearance, followed by our old tormentor, every one rose and saluted him. Both his look and manner were extremely prepossessing, and the short, yet feeling address, in which he alluded to the popularity of our late Lieutenant-Colonel, the distinguished services of the corps, and a modest remark upon his own good fortune in being appointed to it, quite won the hearts of his hearers. After a few words to each individually, Colonel Douglas dismissed us, but not before remarking that the system that had been carried on in the regiment was one he entirely approved of, and that he hoped for the support of all under him upon every point of duty.

True enough it was, that the system had been good, although it had been lately much abused in the execution of it, by the Major and Adjutant; but a brighter era seemed about to dawn upon us, and universal joy was felt in the breast of every individual in the gallant -th, save and except in that, perhaps, of the choleric field officer, now happily no longer in power.

At dinner, Colonel Douglas fully merited the high opinion we had entertained of him during our first interview; he was open, agreeable, and courteous to all alike; he talked of field sports, and declared himself ready to support every species of amusemnt to beguile the monotony of country quarters.

Cludde's wound, although not a dangerous one, was slow in healing, and it was not for more than a fortnight that he was enabled to be removed from Cowes to the quarters of his regiment; during this period I made every exertion to get through what is termed Adjutant's drill; and I so far succeeded, that the day before my antagonist rejoined, I was reported fit to take regimental duty. Cludde met me with cold civilitythe venom still rankled in his breast; and from that hour to the present one, I could not account for his vindictive and pugnacious feelings towards me, except, indeed, upon the principle that induced Mithridates to poison his rival, Aleæus, of Sardis, for having had better horses than himself in the race.

To return to the Colonel. "Honest Jack," as he was called, was one of those men that win you at first sight; to a fine, handsome, soldierlike appearance, was combined a kind-hearted open nature, free from guile or affectation. Upon points of duty, Douglas was a rigid disciplinarian; in private he promoted every gentlemanlike amusement; and never was there a greater contrast than at the mess dinner under his presidency, and that of his predecessor, Major Prowle. At one, all was good-humour, gaiety, and mirth; at the othey, moody silence and suppressed anger prevailed. No allusion was ever made to the duel, but from all I could glean from private channels, the Colonel had pronounced me to be a "fine-spirited young fellow," (I blush thus to trumpet forth my own fame) and had expressed his satisfaction at my having taken such stringent measures with the quarrelsome Adjutant. We must remind our readers that Peace Associations and Anti-Duelling Societies were not then in existence, nor had the authorities at the Horse-Guards issued their mandate against affairs of honour. Indeed, such was their frequent occurrence in the reign of George the Third that, according to a published return, one hundred and seventy-two were fought, in which three hundred and forty-four persons were concerned, ninety individuals

were killed; in three of these fatal cases neither of the combatants survived! ninety-six were wounded, forty-eight of them desperately, and forty-eight slightly; while one hundred and fifty-eight escaped unhurt.

Fortunately for the present generation this reign of terror has passed away, and modern men may moralize with the fat Knight, "The better part of valour is-discretion;" or say with David in "The Rivals," in reply to Bob Acres, that "No gentleman will ever risk the loss of his honour;" "I say then, it would be but civil in honour never to risk the loss of a gentleman."

We cannot do better than conclude this chapter on duelling, by giving the further lucubrations of the last-mentioned individual: "Look'ee, master, this honour seems to me to be a marvellous false friend-ay, truly, a very courtier-like servant. Put the case I was a gentleman, (which, thank my stars, no one can say of me); well, my honour ma es me quarrel with another gentleman of my acquaintance; so we fight (pleasant enough that). Boh! I kill him, (the more's my luck). Now who, pray, gets the profit of it? Why, my honour! But put the case that he kills me! By the mass, I go to the worms, and my honour whips over to my enemy.'

PUBLIC AMUSEMENTS OF THE METROPOLIS.

"We belong to the unpopular family of Tell-truths, and would not flatter Apollo for his lyre."-ROB ROY.

"Just going to begin!" on all occasions was the greeting of Mr. Richardson, of fair notoriety. Just so, in the metropolis, when one order of amusements is brought to an end, there is always some other kind about to commence. The wanderer after excitement never need pause; for, what with outdoor amusements, theatres, and exhibitions, he is sure to find no lack of materials to engage his fancy, and enable him to emulate Colman's hero-to "push along, keep moving." Taking it for granted that our Young Rapid has tasted sufficiently of the summer's blossoms, he now will be ripe for winter's fruit. For the nonce he turns from Elysian fields to scenes just budding. Amongst the earliest for his repast is the entertainment offered at the PRINCESS's, chiefly consisting of what Mr. Charles Mathews denominates a French "kickshaw,' The Prima Donna," very palatably served up by all the cooks concerned, and likely to appear as a leading dish in the bill of fare for some time to come. This is followed by the very indigestible stew under the guise of "The Corsican Brothers," which is helped to go down by the old, but well-prepared, trifle in the shape of" A Roland for an Oliver," in which Mr. Walter Lacy is quite at home, and Miss Leclerc is not.

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Of course "Jack Sheppard" must be seen, as it is the "only version licensed by the Lord Chamberlain ;" and then, again, the hero by au

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actress yes, in boots and t'other things beginning with b——. very becoming, thinks our hero, and how amusing the polished slang of the thieves! And what a lesson in the "Betting Boy's Career," " holding the mirror up to nature" in this fashion! Is this the HAYMARKET?

"Push along-keep moving."

Yes, this is an improvement, albeit it is a CASINO, Windmill-street, the Argyle polkas, to the rogue's march at Mr. Webster's shop, being preferable, indeed doubly so with Laurent's excellent orchestra.

Of "sweet sounds" here's an orchestra for you at the ST. JAMES'S THEATRE, without instruments, representing by the voice alone a complete orchestra. This is something even to astonish a Rapid. Name any instrument, your players will imitate it; double bass, bagpipes, clarion, cymbals, or anything you please, it's all the same to these indefatigable gentlemen composing the " Organophonic Band.'

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You are fond of melody, then hie you to the POLYTECHNIC, and listen to Mr. George Buckland's lecture on the compositions of Dibdin, and after the illustration of "Do Not Marry John" you will not be so eager to "push along, keep moving."

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If not content with this, there is "something looming in the future" you bide but a brief time, and there will be the opening of the LYCEUM; and before the commencement of next year there is a promise of " ever so many" seasons at DRURY LANE, the first of which is " going to begin."

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NOTES OF THE MONTH PAST.

Few sportsmen have died more deeply regretted than Major Hogg. From his boyhood he had been an ardent votary of the chace, and endeavoured with great perseverance-but owing to the bad climate with very bad luck-to introduce a pack of hounds at the Cape of Good Hope during his first residence there. On his return to England he hunted the Oakley Hounds for two or three seasons during the interval that Butler was with Lord Southampton, and capitally well he performed his task. Nothing but the very urgent request of the ministers induced him to return to the Cape, for the purpose of acting as a local Government Commissioner, a part for which his high courage and practical knowledge of the natives eminently suited him. It was a severe cold caught in attending an open air meeting of chiefs last June which brought on his death. We can hardly realize the sad thought that his fine sportsmanlike form, mounted on his model grey (a study for Landseer himself), will never again be seen greeting his friends at the meet under Cowper's Oak, or cheering his hounds through the tangled coverts of Yardley Chace.

THE GAME LAWS.-The following modification, made by Sir James Graham to his tenantry, has scarcely had the effect contemplated, we should say. Like Mrs. Glass, the "first catch your hare" is still the great point, while the suggestion for turning the labourers into keepers

is a very cunning bit of postscript. The address runs thus:- Sir James Graham, unsolicited, has pleasure in notifying to his tenantry that they have his permission to hunt and kill hares and rabbits on their several and respective farms, between the hours of sunrise and sunset-the time for killing hares being limited to the usual period, from the 27th of September to the 27th of February. Neither guns nor snares to be used. This permission will be continued from the present date until further notice. During its continuance Sir James Gaaham confidently expects and trusts that such a concession on his part will induce all his tenants, by themselves and their servants, to preserve the winged game on their respective farms to the utmost of their power, for the amusement of himself, his family, and friends. He hopes that they will cordially co-operate with him in putting down the baneful practice of poaching; and would suggest that every tenant, acting up to the spirit of the obligation contained in his agreement, should, when engaging his servants, make it a condition that any unfaithfulness discovered on their part, in respect to the preservation of game, will be considered sufficient ground for immediate dismissal."

OLD ENGLISH SPORTS.-To celebrate the coming of age of Sir J. W. Ramsden, a number of prizes were lately announced for competition at that gentleman's seat, Langley Hall. The amusements included footraces, foot hurdle races, and steeple-chases, a pony-race, and so forth; indeed, we believe the list extended to a pole-climbing for one pig, and a chevy for another, who had taken the precaution to have his tail soaped. To these sports the working men of Huddersfield were hospitably invited, and this is the way in which they received the compli

A public meeting was held at the "Philosophical Hall," and resolutions passed condemning these proposed sports as of a "highly objectionable character," and recommending the working population, "out of self-respect, regard for moral well-being," &c., &c., not to participate in them. There is a good deal of humbug we fancy abroad just now, but our philosophical friends at Huddersfield must surely have over their share. A nice civil, respectful, set of men, we have no doubt, these philosophers are, and a most sapient, well-conditioned lot their Oracles at the Hall." Fancy the want of self-respect a man evinces in running a foot-race, or the gross immorality displayed in climbing a pole. The humbugs!

The American Navigation Club have challenged the shipbuilders of Great Britain to a ship race, with cargo on board, to a port in China and back. Have we a Navigation Club? or will a Yacht Club answer for one ?

We have to record the death of Mr. John Kemble Chapman, editor of the Sunday Times newspaper, and well known in the sporting and theatrical circles. The obituary of the month also includes the name of "Ned Painter," a pugilist of some repute in the best days of the Ring, and altogether, we believe, a good specimen of the British Boxer.

The members of the Job and Postmasters' provident fund are making great exertions to raise their capital to £20,000. Many new members have been enrolled, while some of the original promoters of the society have most liberally added to their subscriptions. Amongst othersM. C. Allen, £100; William Collins, £100; W. Dickinson, £100;

Richard Dyson, £100; S. Wimbush, £100; Joshua East, £50; Stephen Cox, £25; J. Hetherington,' £25; W. Murray. £25; W. Silverthorne, £25; Francis Coller, £25; Henry Pritchard, £20; Charles Symonds, £20; Thomas Brown, £20; John Bacon, £20 ; John Gibbs, £20. Something like ten thousand is required, of which a friend of the Hon. P. S. Pierrepont guarantees a thousand, on the remainder being made up.

Mr. Roger Bowring's American horse, Sir William, was matched early in the month to trot eighteen miles within the hour over Knutsford Race Course. He did it in 59 minutes 26 seconds, ridden by a lad, the son of his owner. The state of the course was rather against him, but the odds in his favour.

STATE OF THE ODDS, &c.

The stud of the late Mr. Stephenson was also disposed of during the Doncaster week. Four of the brood mares go to France; but the two best, Martha Lynn, the dam of Voltigeur, and her daughter Eulogy, were secured for the royal stud at Hampton Court. The yearling filly by Pyrrhus the First out of Virginia, was bought at a long price for one of John Day's masters (Mr. Howard, as he is written); and Victor also goes into the Danebury stable. Lord Durham's four yearling fillies

out of Equation (Exact's dam), Elphine (Lambton's dam), the Plenipo mare, and Balance-were sold at Doncaster by private contract to Mr. J. Osborne. Mr. Clarke has sold the Marlborough Buck to Mr. Reeve, of Swindon; the horse has been taken out of training; Mr. Lister, Brawn to Mr. Harvey Coombe. Mr. Halford has parted with The Prime Minister, and the horse has returned to Wadlow's; Mr. Allen, of Malton, with the dam of the Queen, with a foal at her foot, for 700 guineas. Sir Tatton Sykes has purchased Womersley, as a stud horse, for 300 guineas; Mr. C. L. Thorp, Eliza Middleton; and Mr. C. Peck, the yearling (now called Lord Derby) by Ithuriel out of Miss Sarah's dam. Mr. Peck has further become the owner of a colt foal, The Baronet, by Roscius, dam by Cardinal Puff-bought by Mr. Holloway, of York. Cogia, the steeple-chase mare, Vesta (a good performer at welter weights), and Avia have lately been bought up for France. The stallion Cleveland Shortlegs has been added to the Dudding Hill Establishment; and Mr. Smith has transferred his share of Orpheus, "the match horse," to his partner, Mr. Hunter.

The stallion Hetman Platoff died at Rowcliffe Paddocks early in the month. He was only just purchased by the new company who now have the paddocks. The Flying Dutchman is spoken of as his successor. The Duke of Bedford's yearling by Weatherbit out of Doll is also in our obituary. She died in physic.

The stewards of the Jockey Club have resolved—at least, so it is reported-to appoint Mr. Clarke, junior, as judge at Newmarket and