contrary, to the very last day in the field he maintained his undaunted spirits, gloriously triumphing in the blithe echo "Hark forward, tally-ho, gone away!" This extraordinary feat stands unprecedented in the annals of sporting history.

HORSE FAIRS.

A correspondent has favoured us with the following memorandums of STOURBRIDGE FAIR, Worcestershire, which took place on the 29th March:

Anderson, of Lamb's Conduit-street, purchased sixty-three horses, which it was supposed cost him upwards of 50001.-Between 3 and 4000 horses were sold; most of them high prices; still many capital ones remained undisposed of. The owner of one Irish horse refused 300gs. for him: many Irish hunters sold at from 100 to 150 guineas.-Cobs were in great request, and went at high prices.-Machine horses also were in great demand. This fair, which boasts of having perhaps as many good horses as any in England, is held on the 29th March, but the dealers attend a week previous, and all the business among the good horses is nearly done by that day in the stables of the innkeepers.-A singular custom prevails, that every person selling a horse of this description always buys a white leather head collar, a small rug, and a sircingle, for the purchaser to take the horse away with.

LINCOLN HORSE FAIR, April 22, was crowded with sellers and buyers. Some fine cattle exhibited, and prices on the advance. Three horses sold

for 600 guineas. Some Frenchmen made extensive purchases.

FISH.

An extraordinary large jack was caught by Mr. Rhodes, of Claydon, Bucks, April 23, weighing 3016.

A large cod fish having been brought to Muirtown this month, the cook observed a fish-line protruding from the cod's mouth, and, on opening the fish, a large flounder, eleven and half inches long, was found entire in its stomach, with the hook and line in its mouth-this cod being taken by having swallowed the flounder on the fisher's hook and line.

NEWMARKET FIRST SPRING

MEETING.

Monday, April 22.-Mr. Rous's Euphrates, beat Mr. Charlton's Banker, D. I. 100gs. Mr. James's Antigallican, beat Mr. Udny's Barmecide, T. Y. C. 100gs. -A sweepstakes of 200gs. each, T. Y. C. was won by the Duke of York's c. by

Seymour, beating Mr. Udny's c. by Partisan, and Lord G. H. Cavendish's b. c. by Middlethorpe. The Duke of Portland's Comical, beat Mr. Charlton's St. Patrick, D. M. 100gs. A sweepstakes of 100gs. each, B. M. was won by the Duke of Grafton's Guerilla, beating Lord Grosvenor's Midsummer.A sweepstakes, of 100gs. each, R. M. was won by the Duke of Portland's Vaultress, beating Lord Jersey's f. by Haphazard, and Mr. Northcy's f. by Phantom.-A sweepstakes of 200gs. each, R. M. was won by Lord G. H. Ca vendish's c. by Partisan, beating Mr. Fox's North Wester, and Lord Warwick's Selma.

Tuesday.A sweepstakes of 100gs. each, D. M. was won by Mr. Fraser's Zaire, beating the Duke of York's f. by Hedley, and Mr. Ramsbottom's Zorilda. -The King's Plate of 100gs. R. C. was won by Mr. Batson's Luss, beating Lord Grosvenor's Michaelmas, Lord Exeter's Tipsey, Mr. Bouverie's Amy, Lord Clarendon's Mirandola, and Mr. Charlton's Ibla.-A sweepstakes of 10gs. each, T. Y. C. was won by Mr. Northey's f. by Phantom, beating Mr. Villier's f. by Don Cossack, Mr. Greville's f. by Seymour, and eight others.-The 2000gs. stakes, R. M. Pastille, beating Lord Grosvenor's Midwere won by the Duke of Grafton's b. f. summer, and Mr. Hunter's b. c. by Marmion. A silver cup, value 80 sovereigns, A. F. was won by Mr. Dilly's Matilda, beating Mr. Wyndham's Robin Hood, Mr. Udny's Plumper, beat Mr. PrenLord Jersey's Prophet, and three others. dergast's Regent, A. F. 100gs.-A subscription of 501. B. C. was won by Mr. Pettit'e Euphrates, -beating Mr. Fraser's Champignon, Mr. Ramsbottom's Shreckhorn, snd Mr. Wyndham's Robin Hood.

Wednesday.-A handicap sweepstakes of 100gs. each, T. Y. C. was won by Sir J.Byng's Civet, beating Duke of Grafton's Real. A subscription of 501. B. C. was won by Lord Stradbroke's Incantator, beating Mr. Lambton's Richard, Mr. Batson's Freak, and Mr. Walker's Capulet.

Thursday. The King's Plate of 100gs. R. C. was won by Mr. Batson's Luss, beating two others. A handicap sweepstakes of 100gs. each, A. F. was won by Lord G. H. Cavendish's Godolphin, beating six others.-The 1000gs. stakes, D. M. were won by Duke of Grafton's Whizgig, beating nine others.-A Gold Cup of 90gs. T. Y. C. was won by Mr. Wyndham's Black-and-all-Black, beating 14 others.A sweepstakes of 100gs. each, T. Y. C. was won by the Duke of Grafton's Mona, beating two others.-Mr. Charlton's St. Patrick, beat Mr. James's Antigallican, R. M. 100gs.-Lord Verulam's Sporus, beat Mr. James's Antigallican, R. M. 100 guineas. The Duke of Grafton's Guerilla, beat Lord Foley's Roebuck, T. Y. C. 100 guineas.

For the Sporting Magazine.

ON QUITTING FRANCE.
ADIEU, thou land of filth and frogs!
Whose meat is fit alone for dogs,
Where every butcher's shamble shows
How basely he has robb'd the crows,
To furnish each vile table d'hote
With soup that only scalds your throat
Fowls that have died of a decline,
With maltless beer and grapeless wine,
Right truly nam'd" Vin ordinaire,'
A hogshead would not make you stare;
Oft have I sat in hungry mood,
And sought in vain for wholesome food,
In vain have scrutinised each dish
To know if it were fowl or fish,
No difference could I ever notice
Between a pudding and a poultice.
Bedaub'd with soup and gravy stains,
The dinner past, the cloth remains,
In vain your nerves expect repose,
Whilst garlick still assails your nose;
Whilst various scents in contest meet,
Exceeded only in the street.
None here the jocund bottle move,
Or drink the health of those they love,
No generous toasts the Frenchmen cheer,
Who swallow wine like table beer.
Give me, ye Gods, an English mess,
Free from French filth and politesse,
Where I can ask some smiling lass,
Of red or white to take a glass,
Whose rosy cheek and sparkling eye
Paint and perfume alike defy;
Whose veins good wholesome British food
Has fill'd with right true British blood,
Fit mother of a future race

To thrash a Frenchman, face to face.
Give me, 'tis all that I desire,
The circling glass and blazing fire;
No gloomy stove's relaxing heat
To thaw your nose and freeze your feet;
Nor let me want sweet harmony-
The merry song, the jest, the glee.
Grant then, ye Gods, my fervent prayer,
These sterling comforts still to share,
And when arriv'd the fatal blow
Which rich and poor alike lays low,
Oh let me meet the dart of death
Where first I drew my vital breath.
Of those whose recreant hearts of stone
Love any country but their own,
Each grumbling discontented fool
To France should go, a proper school
Where, if the lesson fail to mend him,
To Bedlam without scruple send him.

them;

Lambs bleating and mild lowing heifers, So pleasant to those who don't hear 'em.

Of shepherds as true as the sun,

Of damsels as chaste as the moon-
If the poet means ought but his fun,
I'll tell him another tale soon.
His zephyrs I cannot espouse,

For often my corn they will parch;
And I know that the roof of my house
Was blown off most sweetly last March.
The cow in my yard which I keep,

All night does her calf so bemoan, That I can't get a wink of good sleep, Though weary and lying alone.

For

Of nymphs and of swains what they say,
I never could read but I smil'd;
my shepherd's at Botany Bay,
And my dairy-maid's always with child.
Audi alteram partem.