we're to have a regler jollification to-night; but I'll joost take another glass of beer, joost by way of a damper, and to keep the wind out of my stomach.-(Exit, drinking.) Nimrod.-And you and your stomach are no bad riddance, master John; and now I'll show you, Novice, what I've written for the forthcoming number of the

Oriental Sporting Magazine.

(Sam Surly with manifest signs of the most fretful impatience, beats the devil's tattoo on the table, while Nimrod reads.)

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"Mr. Editor, * when once a man has resolved (for it requires some resolution) to become sportsman, I need not remind your readers that it is necessary to select a steady horse; and as very conflicting opinions prevail regarding the powers of the animal, as well as the management of those powers, it may not be amiss to give a slight idea of what in my judgment constitutes a steady

horse."

Sam Surly. What d-d nonsense! I suppose you are going to tell us that a horse has got four legs and a head and tail, and is usually ridden with a bit in his mouth and a saddle on his back.

Nimrod.-Why, I have certainly said something of that sort, butSam.-Well, I thought so, and why don't you keep it to yourself then, 'stead of teaching your grandmother?

Novice. Now really, Mr. Surly, I don't see it in that light, and I wish you would listen to this valuable information.

Surly-Valuable fiddlestick! Novice.-Recollect (whispers) its from one of the Editor's great guns!?

Surly.-Great Gun! however, it may be useful to such Pongoes as you; but as I don't want to be

Read page 2 of No. 1 of O. S. M.

told that I'm to ride on the outside, and not the inside of a horse, why, I'll follow the example of honest John Dockery, and look after the supper.—(Exit.)

Nimrod.-John's a jackass, and you little better.

Novice.-Yes, very mulish, like my big-bellied colt that wouldn't eat the mashed turnips.

Nimrod.-Yes, but let him go, and I'll read on (reads). "First, then, for the benefit of uninitiated sportsmen, I must observe that this noble animal is always cleaned by a Ghorawalla. Note.-Ghorawalla is the native name for a groom; you pronounce the first two syllables as though you were going to take a pill, and the last two as though you had just swallowed it."*

Novice. Excellent, excellent! I see it at once. (Novice goes through the operation of pronouncing the word as instructed.) Ghora-walla. There it is; 'pon my honour I never knew how to manage it before, though I think it makes me feel squeamish at the very thoughts of the pill. However, here goes for a bumper of Bell and Renny to wash it down (drinks).

Nimrod.-Truly, Novice, you are a promising pupil, but hear the rest (reads). "The horse is usually rode with a bridle and saddlewith the former he is guided, and on the latter the rider sits. Note. Saddle, a leather seat on which the horseman is seated; it has two flaps, one on the right, the other on the left side. There is not room to lie down; in the front there is sometimes a holster-case to put pistols in; the saddle is buckled round the animal's body with straps, called girths." +

* See No. 1 O. S. M., note at the foot of page 2.

+ Vide note the foot of page 2, in No. 1, 0. S. M.

Novice.-I'm sure it's more than I can, but that of course must be all art, and that I dare say is the reason why Nosing Tom always calls you a great artist over a bad country.

Nimrod.-Curse Nosing Tom, he has played the very devil with our Nuggur Hunt, and made us as much laughed at as that dungfork Dockery did by his d-d letters to Tadcaster. But see, who comes here? Nosing Tom himself, by all that's unlucky, in his red waistcoat and double damnables! No, faith! it cannot be either, for I could swear he never rode so awfully slow as that since he left his cradle.

Novice.-Nosing Tom, indeed! This chap is not half Tom's size, nor has he his rosy face or his twinkling laughing eyes.

Nimrod.-True, indeed; this is a most cruel ordinary man, pockmarked and lantern-jawed, and, holy Billy, what a pair of pins! Novice.-Yes; and that near

SIR,

concern with the Wellington boot looks like the stick left in a blacking bottle. Who can it be?

Nimrod.-Oh, there goes Surly Sam to meet him. He is terribly like a bailiff. I say, Novice, how do you feel?

Enter John Dockery, laughing. John.-Ha! ha! ha! I say, Mr. Nimrod, by Goles, you'll catch it. Who do you think be joost come? You'd better button up that there rigmarole writing of yours, for dang my yellur breeches if here beant Mr. Stephen, wot tickles you all up so nicely in the Magazine.

Nimrod (Pocketing his paper) Pshaw! Stephen indeed! and what care I for Stephen? A craven critic, who, under the shelter of his incognito presumes

to

John. Od rat it, Mr. Nimrod, don't speak so loud-he'll hear ye, and then marcy on you in the next Number. (Aside.) I wouldn't be in his breeches now for a mint of money-here he comes.

Enter Surly with Stephen, in a white hat, red plush waistcoat, bottle-green coat, nankeen unmentionables, and Wellington boots.

[To be continued.]

Permit me to address a very few lines to you on a subject of some importance to the welldoing of your Magazine.

Induced by the plausibility of S. Y. S., I determined upon trying my luck to pick out a racer by following his measurements, and at the same time to ensure a first-rate, I kept in mind the ingenious suggestions of your correspondent, Mark. Well, Sir, I marked out my seven feet of red

tape, and away I went to the stables, where I found a grey horse with big eyes and broad channel, what S. Y. S. calls the "two grand extremital points ;” these being the main consideration, without which, that correspondent of yours says, he has never yet seen a real good one, were of course the basis of my selection. I therefore proceeded to the measurement of the various parts and points as laid down in your Sporting Magazine

by him, and I attended also to the suggestions of Philo-Vet. The proportions of my pick 1 found enormous, and to my great joy I also found that cabalistic sign "the Fort Adjutant's mark." Well, Sir, of course upon the strength of all this, wishing to be d-d spirited and devilish sporting-like, I priced

him and I bought him, and lo and behold! the beast has turned out a brute. So much for marks and measuring; so much for big eyes and broad channel; so much for Messrs. Mark and S. Y. S.; and so much from

Yours faithfully,

OWN BROTHER TO NOVICE.

MR. EDITOR,

This station has been exceed

ingly silent of late. No sporting tour from this part of the world has, I think, graced the pages of your entertaining Magazine for about two years, while contributions from the Deccan, Guzerat, &c., have been tolerably free. The reason I know not, for bruisers of the right stamp have not been at all wanting here during that time, and their lists, if they would but come forward and show them, would prove that the Janwars in Kattywar have had their belly full.

I am but a new man up here, and rather a novice in the art; however, though it is not perhaps very first-rate, I send you the following list of the sport, with the dates, and hoping it will be worthy a place in your next number, thus break the ice.

I must add that as I was alone (thereby losing nearly half the fun) I very seldom remained out hunting, when at places where there were plenty of hog, later than 10 o'clock, and went out again after them in the afternoon very seldom.

April 28th, at Titwar, a fine boar. April 30th, at Moorvee, a boar. May 1st, at Taitpoor, a young boar. May 3rd, at Vazilpoor, a sow (with 6 in. tushes).

May 8th, at Dewllia, a young boar, a sow, and a young wolf.

May 10th, a fine boar, two young

June 3rd, at Durwanna, a young boar. June 4th, at Counde, two sows and a fine lioness (shot off horseback).

June 6th, at Doodee, a sow (stony hills).

June 8th, at Oomera, a female panther (with the spear).

June 10th, at Surla, a fine boar (stony hills).

June 12th, a young boar and a sow.
June 13th, a young boar and a sow.

June 16th, at Oomera, two large lionesses (shot off horseback). One charged twice; the first time it chased me over bad ground (sheet rock) for about 80 yards, and got within eight paces of me, when I flung my hat at her, which she stopped at, and tore in pieces.

June 18th, at Micar, a fine bull neilghee (shot. Had two balls in the barrel, and each ball took a hind leg above the hock).

June 19th, camp.

I am, Mr. Editor, your well wisher and constant reader,

G. O. K.

FIGHT BETWEEN DEAF BURKE AND BIRMINGHAM (alias WELSH) DAVIS, FOR £50 A SIDE.

This match, which has occupied in a moderate degree the attention of the London and Birmingham Fancy, came off, according to appointment, on Tuesday last, but not without a little of that magisterial interference which we had hoped the good sense of our beaks would have induced them to avoid; for we hold (as we have ever held) that by depriving John Bull of his ancient sports, you only drive him to seek objects of excitation of more dangerous nature, and frequently leading to results of a far more immoral character. The heroes on this occasion have been repeatedly introduced to the milling circle through the medium of our journal. Deaf Burke is a rising star in the pugilistic world, who now bids far to eclipse some of our brightest luminaries, not excluding even the great Jem Ward, or the not less celebrated Irish Champion, Simon Byrne. His late successful fights with Hampson (of Liverpool) and Irish Crawley raised him so high in the estimation of his friends, that the present match with Davis was made for £50 a side, notwithstanding the high character which Davis held in the Brummagem School, from his having conquered Manning and other big provincials. Davis has been long in London, working at his profession of a coach spring-maker, and often had an opportunity of setting-to with Burke, and seeing him fight, and it was from these opportunities of forming his judgment that he coveted the opportunity of proving his superiority. The hint having been given, Burke's friend,

Reuben Marten, was not "backward in coming forward," and the match was made-Davis starting for the neighbourhood of Birmingham for the purpose of active training, and Burke making a short sojurn at the Shirley Arms, Shirley Common, Surrey. London and Birmingham were equally confident in the merits of their man. In London, Burke was backed, as we repeatedly stated, at 5 and 6 to 4; and, in Birmingham, we believe, Davis had a similar turn in the market so that a more equal match could not well have been made. The deposits having been all duly posted, in compliment to Birmingham, Baldwin (who acted as the locum tenens for Davis's friends in London) was permitted to say "the where," and he named Knole Hill, about three miles beyond Maidenhead, Berks, as the scene of action. Baldwin himself conquered George Cooper on the same spot, and from this imbibed a partiality which subsequent fights undisturbed in the same quarter increased. Baldwin forgot, however, that Sir Gilbert East, under whose liberal auspices the fistic school had flourished in that neighbourhood, had "cut his stick," and was no longer "the cock of the walk" among the Berkshire quorum. With him, in fact, fled "the spirit of the ring" in that vicinity; and his successors, acting on that prejudice which so unadvisedly exists against pugilism, determined to prevent hostilities in their bailiwick. Of this determination, however, the friends of the men on both sides were ignorant, and they accordingly arrived safely at Maidenhead on Monday, under the auspices of their respective friends, Davis being accompanied by Arthur

Mathewson, and other triumphs from the great emporium of hardware, as well as by Perkins, the Oxford Pet, who they had picked up in the city of Universities in the passage up; and Burke by Reuben Marten, and other admirers. The assemblage of the customary followers of the ring was not numerous till the Tuesday morning, when several swell drags arrived, and all was bustle and pleasurable anticipation. The Brums being apprised that odds were laying on the Deaf-un on his own "dunghill," did not of course attempt to check such a manifestation further than taking all such odds as were offered, and this to a tolerable figure, though it was soon seen that the "hardware lads " were best breeched, for they soon stopped all the long odds. It was ascertained that both men were in excellent condition, although Burke had a slight cold. from having jumped into a pond a few days before, but there was no lack of confidence on either side.

The Commissary, Tom Oliver, and his pal, Frosty-faced Fogo, being, as usual, at their post, started early on the Tuesday morning for the appointed scene of action, and commenced operations in arranging the field of battle, when to their utter dismay three wellmounted beaks, under the guidance of Sir Maurice Ximenes, showed their ill-omened mugs in the office. "So help me, bob," cried Fogo, "I don't like the looks of them ere coves." "Nor I neither," exclaimed Tom Oliver; "there's a Jerusalem cut about the phiz of the foremost as makes me think he's no good." Scarce had` this interchange of opinion passed, when Squire Ximenes, who had more of the Jerusalem blood in his veins than they were aware of, advanced, and politely intimated "he wouldn't have it."

He was determined, he said, to preserve the peace of the counties of Berks and Wilts, and therefore advised a trot into some other country. Oliver and Fogo looked

unutterable things," but the head of Medusa would not have worked a change in his Worship, and, as it was ascertained by outscouts that "winged Mercuries" had been despatched to other beaks in the neighbourhood, the Commissary made a virtue of necessity, took up his materiel, and toddled, Fogo wishing his Worship a very good morning "over the left."

Davis, in the interim, had set out from Maidenhead in a postchaise, but was met on the road by the retrograding forces, and turning round stopped at the "Sun Inn, which was almost "eclipsed" by the news. Here a council of war was held, and Shepparton Range, in the county of Middlesex, was named for the new point of rendezvous, whither the charioteers, equestrians, and even a few toddlers, set out. The

latter were soon bowled out, but the former pursued their way through Windsor to the Bush Inn, at Staines, where fresh horses were obtained, and the appointed spot was safely reached; not, however, without a casualty which had nearly proved serious to Davis. The post-chaise in which he was riding was overturned by the indiscretion of the post-boy, driving against a gig in which Baldwin and a friend were seated, between Windsor and Egham; the chaise was in consequence dashed to pieces, but fortunately Davis escaped unhurt, and was taken up by Baldwin in his gig. Two of the persons in the chaise with Davis were seriously hurt, and a poor padder, who had got up behind, had the felicity of having one of the spikes stuck in his ogle, and another in a very opposite