wound him to the quick; and no wonder then that Cartwright should have to bear the weight of her misdeeds. I certainly consider that she is one of the best mares that was ever foaled, and have no hesitation in saying, that had she waited she might have wrested the Doncaster Cups from both Don John and Charles XII.; but yet be it remembered, that she has almost always run with inferior horses, and, in fact, merely galloped with hired ones in four or five of her races. General Chassé and Charles the Twelve, almost the only really crack horses she ever ran with, have defeated her even" under waiting orders." Between her and Llanercost (setting aside the Doncaster Cup of 1839), the case is about equal, he beat her for the Newcastle and Kelso cups, resigned to her after a dead heat on the Kelso Plate, and was defeated this year by her for the Newcastle Cup, by way of exchange of compliments. I do not defend Llanercost, but I am bound to say that his gouty legs are naturally more in their element in "heavy wet;" while, the turf on the day of this (I fear) his last appearance, was as hard as flint. With respect to the old horse, I can only say that I trust he may again show towards the end of next season; as revivals now seem so much the order of the day, from Colwick and Pestongee Bomangee down to Charles Kemble. But to return to Cartwright, I may mention that since Conolly's accident, he has always ridden for Mr. Price, and with invariable success. The charge of laziness can never be brought against him, as he keeps up his sweats most indefatigably, to ride at seven stone; and is in this respect nearly a match for Heseltine, who though decidedly the tallest of his brethren, often rode last season at only half a stone more. No rider has in our opinion improved so much of late as Heseltine, and those who remember his remarkable exhibition on Slashing Harry for the Liverpool St. Leger in 1837, and his hitherto generally loose style, cannot fail to remark the steadiness he displayed throughout the whole of this season. He has not a very general practice, in fact Mr. Wormald's and Mr. Bell's horses, along with his favourite mare Shadow, find him plenty to do. It is said that he takes a very active part in his uncle's training establishment, and therefore has certainly the advantage of knowing his horses well before starting.

Among the light weights,-Oates, Francis, and Stagg, are in good repute. The first, to use a Cambridge term, barring his excessive "bumptiousness" is a clever rider. Francis is well supported by the Scotts; and Stagg and Cruiskeen have this year transacted business very profitably on Lord Miltown's account. From what I observed of "The Drover's" propensities last year, I should have been inclined to raise a warning voice against the impropriety of little boys wasting so severely; and consequently I was somewhat amused in observing that at the Cesarewitch this year both he and

Stagg were seized with a sudden lazy fit, and both rode at 6st. 10lb.; thereby carrying about 4lbs. too much. The thing seemed more absurd from the fact that both Chapple and Wakefield were riding in the same race, true to their specified 6st. 11lb. Of William Nokes' riding I cannot speak on the highest terms, and I believe that he lost both the Goodwood Cup and the Ascot Vase from sheer want of judgment, I was amused with a speech of Robinson on the first of these events. "Well Jim you've won well," said a noble lord to him, as he entered the weighing room. "Yes, my lord," he replied, touching his cap, "I could have won on any of the first four." Now though we do not doubt Robinson's pre-eminence as a jockey, I cannot quite forget that the next three consisted of Llanercost, Hetman Platoff, and Charles XII, and moreover that one of them was steered by Bill Scott. For his Scotch employers Noble has been very successful, as has also his brother George who rides the light weights principally for the Dawsons. Whitehouse, Calloway, and Marlow seem to occupy a sort of middle station between the northern and southern brethen, and to confine their sphere of labour principally to Warwick, Wolverhampton, and the regions round about the Potteries. Marlow is a nice patient rider, and moreover exceedingly fortunate. Calloway has become under Lord Miltown's auspices, a star on the Curragh; and Whitehouse, a clever little jockey, according to my ideas, with a bad seat, has taken up light weight engagements lately with Lord Albemarle. Dodgson, who may be added to this number, possesses fair skill in an uncommonly light carcase. His services will be long remembered with gratitude, by those who made such a" pot" on Orelia for the last Liverpool July Cup. I should be sorry to omit M. Jones, who though a raw looking figure on horseback, is a good stout rider with plenty of nerve-Lord Stanley solely employs him, and most of his leisure hours during the last season have been employed in touching up his own Portrait, which has proved a tolerably successful speculation.

After the fashion of most motherly lady visitors, who cannot leave a friend's house without having a peep at the infants, I can hardly in the same spirit leave the" feathers" unnoticed. Of these the provinces boast but few, and these neither possess the general information of Master Ball, or the small three stone and a half dimensions of little Sharp. Joy, Burnley, Whitton, and Benson, are the latest introduc tions; and though none of them have to our knowledge displayed much general precocity, nor done much for the benefit of society hitherto; yet there is plenty of consolation for them, in the thought, that Robinson and Chifney were once actually of like form and fashion with themselves, GODFREY.

SPORTS OF THE SEA.

BY EDWARD HOWARD.

AUTHOR OF "RATTLIN THE REEFER," &c. &c.

CHAPTER X.

CONTAINS A RECIPE NOT YET IN MRS. GLASSE-WITI! MORAL REFLECTIONS ON THE CULINARY ART.

WISHING much to commence this chapter with a very grave reflection, we have unfortunately stumbled upon a very unlucky one. We wished to impress upon the world, the omnipotence and omnipresence of the passion for sporting, through all classes of the genus, man, and that to endeavour to repress it would be but a futile struggle against his common nature. Hence, that which in him is natural, must be necessary, and the natural, must be the graceful also. All other animals pursue and hunt and slay, for the purpose of supplying themselves with food, man only for the sake of the recreation and the glowing excitement which it affords to him.

This, if the case, is all very pleasing, as it opens to mankind a thousand avenues to pleasures, intellectual as well as physical: but as the passion for sport is innate, irrepressible and overwhelming, would it not lead men for the want of other game, to hunt each other. This was the uncomfortable reflection which startled us. At length we found of necessity that it is true,-we are all Nimrods,—all hunters, more or less mighty, and too often the least mighty of all are the most annoying and the most successful. We could soon prove that this is no paradox. Glory then, to our hero, Winks, who, instead of hunting his fellow-creatures by the slow hounds of the law, or by the twenty thousand methods of persecution at the command of an idle man of fortune, was magnanimously content to look for his game amongst the innocent monsters of the deep.

He, the impressive Winks, feeling himself sufficiently restored the day after the adventures recorded in the last chapter, repaired, in due state, and accompanied by a brilliant cortège of officers, for their habiliments were very glossy with the blubber of the previously slaughtered porpoises, to cut up the immense fish so valorously yet unconsciously, captured by himself.

It was no objection at all that he knew nothing about the operation, in order to preside at the ceremony, and receive all the accompanying honours. As a prince or a duke with a silver trowel, is said to lay the first stone of some magnificent building, so was Winks entrusted with the knife, and directed where to make the incision for the most VOL. III.-NO. XIII.-NEW SERIES.

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delicate steaks. This was all that our glorious sportsman condescended to do, and it was doing much, and very much more than a prince of the blood does, when the inscription attests that he laid the first

stone.

Those parts of the porpoise which contained the blubber, were duly separated from the rest, and stowed away in proper receptacles, and the remainder of the carcase abandoned-with the exception of the skin-of that we have something important to say, hereafter.

There was, after this, great exultation in the bosom of James Winks. He walked aft, attended by the soot-begrimed ship's cook, bearing with him a bucket (it would have been called a pail on shore,) piled up with the red flesh of the porpoise, cut into massive steaks. They certainly looked very unctuous and slippery withal. They were to be dressed for that day's dinner. Half in drollery, and half in expectation, Blottemberg, his mates and boatswain, stood about Winks waiting for his next injunctions, for now every word he spoke had weight, and he spoke, as he said himself, advisedly and sententiously. "Now, Captain Blottemberg, said he, "I demand your aid and assistance, and a repast awaits you, meet for the Kings of the earth."

said the skipper.

"You mean fish, squire," "I mean no such thing. Let us not renew the argument, my good friend. Be satisfied that this amphibious animal is not a fish. We will dispute on this no more. This gentleman is the cook, I understand, I should not have known it except upon his own assurance. However, as we have no chimneys to sweep, I shall merely stipulate with him that he shall have clean hands and face, and for two decent assistants in the same uncommon disguise."

But the cook, who only washed his hands on Saturday night, and was permitted to be all Sunday morning as dirty as ever, in virtue of his office, demurred stoutly to any conditions that involved unusual ablutions. He alleged, that every one knew that every man was fated to eat, during his existence, a certain quantity of dirt, estimated usually at a peck for each middle-aged individual, and that whether it was consumed sooner or later, it made no difference; and again, he pleaded that the cook of a Hull whaler was never yet seen with clean hands and face, and he did not know why he was to be held up as a laughing stock and disgrace to the rest of his fraternity; and, above all, he never touched anything which he cooked, otherwise than with his tormentors-for the Captain's Steward had all the handling of the dishes after fire and steam had done their office-these were truly weighty and almost fatal objections, yet Winks found means to overrule them all. In less than half-an-hour, this very necessary person was dressed in hi best, and so clean that those of his shipmates who met him, were going

to report to the officer of the watch, that "there was a strange man seen on board."

This was the time when Winks assumed his most business-like and stately look. He forbade all interruption, and tabooed one half of the state cabin against every intruder, securing it from being pryed into, by means of a canvas screen, The cook and the preparer of the royal dish of porpoise, sat opposite each other, the great gobbets of the oily flesh lying between them. Winks then laid aside his green spectacles, and surveyed the masses carefully through his eye glass; they certainly looked not temptingly, and he said so. The cook reassured him, telling him that they were as fine a mess of porpoise-steaks as eye ever beheld, and very nutritious too, if the stomach would only bear them.

At length the two assistants being placed as aide-de-camps to convey instructions to and from the galley fire, and to see that all the apparatus of knives, condiments, et cetera, were in due order, and that the fire was neither too fierce nor too slack, Winks, with due gravity, opened an old quarto volume bound with parchment, and, requesting the earnest attention of the cook, began to read:

THE ROYAL DISH OF PORPOISE CARBONADed."

The opening of this important article contained a high-flown eulogium upon the virtues of this dish, stating, among other things, that it "cleareth the sight, strengtheneth the reins, and invigorateth the understanding ;" and also, "that it being so dainty a dish, none but kings and great personages should be permitted to partake of it, and, that for vulgar folk it was too stimulant and provocative, and not suitable to that deferent humility of deportment which, was always their greatest virtue and most becoming aspect."

Winks, at the end of his exordium, nodded gravely to the cook, who in return, nodded gravely to Winks, and then Winks read a little farther. But then the Inventor of the Royal Dish of Carbonaded Porpoise, warming with his subject, took a flight so high, that he got among the gods and goddesses, spoke sneeeringly of Homer's piled-up cannisters of bread, had not too good an opinion of ambrosia, and called about him loudly for nectar as the only fitting accompaniment to the immortal dish which he was celebrating.

"Do you hear that?" said the gratified Winks to the cook. "The proof of the pudding is in the eating of it." Solon could not not have made a better reply, and so our hero thought.

Then came the most important part of all the directions for the preparing of this scarcely mortal food. It was to be cut into delicate steaks of the size of a strong man's hand, and of the thickness of a lady's only. Thinking nothing ignoble in so glorious an undertaking,