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Old Beppo, there, can hardly bear the slight so equitably. But watch him on the hearth-rug after dinner, if so far favoured, and mark how in his dreamings, too, he will stand to that old cock pheasant he found so cleverly, and you brought down so handsomely. "We were both wide awake enough then, Miss Henny."
The Dulverton country-Devon and Somerset stag-hounds-Captain WestDulverton-The late Mr. Collier-Mr. F. Bellews' harriers-Tiverton houndsMr. T. Carew-Old Beale.
The little town of Dulverton, the Melton of the west, has this month been the scene of much gaiety and sport. The stag-hunting season having commenced on or about the 20th of August, a requisition was forwarded to Captain West (late Master of the Bath, and present Master of the Cheltenham stag-hounds), backed with a subscription, to bring his pack into the Dulverton country, and hunt the wild reddeer. The gallant Captain, ever ready for showing sport, at once acceded to the request sent him, and commenced operations on the Lynmouth part of the country, having very good sport over this fine wild country, and either killing or taking his deer on almost every occasion. After the Dulverton races-which, on the whole, were good, and ended with a steeple-chase over four miles of country, a little mare, called Minerva, winning the stag-hounds met at Dulverton, on the morning after the Hunt Ball, and at once proceeded to Haddon, the pack being left at Hartford. The "tufters" drew Haddon, Upton Wood, and Deer Park, without finding the trace of old stags, which were known to be in or about the covert. At last Captain West ordered the pack to be thrown into Haddon, and they quickly got on the line of a deer, which ran by Bury, up the hill to Baron's Down, then down to the river Exe, and over into Excleeve Wood; here the hounds forced the deer down to the water again, and soon brought him to bay, and would quickly have killed him, had not a tenant of Mr. Lucas's rushed into the water and saved the deer, which proved to be a young male deer, and was therefore saved to be turned out on the moor again, after the hounds had left the country. It was stated that a fine warrantable stag had been viewed away from Haddon, by Wynne Corner, during the operation of tufting; but no one gave Captain West notice of the fact; this stag went in the direction of Skilgate.
I think there is every reason to believe that Captain West will hun the wild deer as long as he is supported by the gentry and others in
the country, as he is evidently fond of the sport, and I doubt if any better arrangement can be made until some one comes forward and takes the Devon and Somerset country as it was held in olden time. I have reason to believe that an interesting account of the good old days of stag-hunting, in this its own peculiar district, will shortly appear, from the pen of one of the oldest stag-hunters in the county, than whom no one is better informed on this subject. Captain West has two very staunch supporters at present in Mr. Fenwick, who has lately taken Pixton Park, near Dulverton (formerly occupied by Colonel Hood), who holds the whole of the Haddon coverts, and is very anxious for the preservation of the deer, the other in Mr. Locke, of Coombe, who came forward this year with a very handsome subscription, and is equally interested in the welfare of the pack. Captain West will hunt the Dulverton side of the country till the middle of October, when he will take up his quarters at Cheltenham, and begin his campaign there; and I think the Cheltenham men will find out that if they wish to keep in sight of the pack or master, that their horses must be in racing condition, or they will be "no where " if the hounds go the same pace over the stone-wall country as they do over the moors of North Devon.
Few places are to be met with from which so much hunting may be had with different packs of hounds as Dulverton, situated exactly twelve miles from the Tiverton station, on the Great Western line. No less than three packs of fox-hounds and five packs of harriers are within reach; and, until lately, a most celebrated pack of otter hounds, the property of the late Mr. Collier, could occasionally be reached. Mr. Collier's death was as sudden as it was sad: it is said that he was struck by lightning at his residence, near Culmstock.
That well-known pack of harriers of the late Mr. Froude, are now the property of his nephew, Mr. Froude Bellew; and for neatness, pace, and courage, are not to be equalled. They are chiefly all greypied; and, if I might judge from their appearance, I should say they are as capable of hunting and killing a fox as a hare, though Mr. Bellew very property confines them to their legitimate quarry, and no one need wish for a better wild moorland country than he hunts. The kennels are at Anstey. The late Mr. Froude was master of harriers for nearly fifty years.
The Tiverton fox-hounds are still presided over by that excellent sportsman Mr. T. Carew, of Collipriest. These hounds have been established as a pack for sixty years; they were established by the late Hon. Newton Fellows, afterwards Lord Portsmouth; after that they became the property of Sir Walter Carew, and were kept at Haccombe, and for the last twelve years they have been kept at Collipriest, and have hunted the Tiverton country. They are a very fine pack of hounds, with plenty of bone and muscle, both of which they must require in the difficult country they hunt. The entry this year is good, and everything appears to promise well for sport. I saw, in the Collipriest kennels, a hound well known in the Vale of White Horse country-Warrener, by Lord Gifford's Warrener, out of Mr. Horlock's Precious. I believe a better hound never went into a covert; and no doubt Mr. Carew will breed largely from him, as he cannot obtain much better blood. The members of the Tiverton
Hunt, and other friends, last season presented Mr. Carew with a hunt picture, with portraits of himself, his favourite horse, and a couple and a-half of his hounds. It is to be hoped that this picture will soon be placed in the engraver's hands, that each of Mr. Carew's friends may be enabled to possess a portrait of so popular a master of hounds, and whose pleasing urbanity and good nature, in the field and out of it, makes him a general favourite.
That wonderful man, "Old Beale," is still the huntsman of the Tiverton hounds. It is really astonishing how he has for so many years contrived to show good sport without a whipper-in. He is assisted in the kennel by Humphrey Pearce, who formerly lived with the late Mr. Codrington; but in the field he has no assistance, and that, too, in a country which, of all others, from its extent of woodlands, I should imagine most required one, Mr. Carew has lately had a picture painted of this energetic huntsman, with seven couples of hounds. It is an admirable likeness of the veteran, mounted on his favourite hunter. Mr. Carew has kindly offered to lend this picture for the use of the Sporting Magazine.
"I belong to the unpopular family of Telltruths, and would not flatter Apollo for his lyre."-Rob Roy.
The autumnal session, at all times a season of promise, is one now peculiarly so. What with expectation as to vast and gigantic undertakings, in which our countrymen are chief actors, and the events arising from their performances, it may, indeed, be said that the present moment is without its parallel. But the theatre of war is not the only one in which interest is centred, playgoers being naturally on the qui vive to learn the engagements at the principal theatres which are on the eve of opening. The Princess's, the St. James's, and Drury-lane, being amongst the foremost rank, will soon set all curiosity at rest. Of Mr. Kean's tactics little more is known than that one of the first novelties will be a Parisian drama, with startling effects of course. What is a French dish devoid of seasoning? At the St. James's, Mrs. Seymour enters the field (for the first time) at the head of the management. If she only act with the same spirit of enterprise, liberality, and determination that distinguished her worthy predecessor, Mr. Mitchell, there cannot be any lack of appreciation. Drury-lane attempts another season-here it is not according to Shakspeare:
"Another, and another still succeeds."
The order of the day is to be one more "farewell engagement" of Mr. G. V. Brooke, who now, it appears by the manager's manifesto, is bent upon an expedition to Australia. Before, California was the chosen city, at least as far as type was concerned; for to suppose that Mr. Brooke had, in the interim of his appearance in the metropolis, been amongst the semi-savages, would be absurd, in the face of the continued advertisements of his "unbounded success" in the provinces. The manager of Drury-lane reverses the course of his brother manager at the different fairs, who was always "just going to begin."
The "far West" having been the scene of Mr. Hudson's engagement for the last three years, it is not to be wondered at that his reappearance in this country should be a source of gratification to many. A more enthusiastic reception could not be accorded than that of this favourite comedian's at the HAYMARKET, where his Sir Patrick O'Plenipo and Tim Moore, in the "Irish Ambassador" and the "Irish Lion," cause nightly roars of laughter; indeed, boxes, pit, and galleries are never for an instant in a state even bordering upon quietude, but laugh upon laugh follows as naturally as attention upon accession of wealth. If matters proceed in this manner, Mr. Buckstone will have his presence required at the British Association Meeting; for so much convulsion must of necessity qualify him to make revelations of no ordinary nature in acoustics.
STATE OF THE ODDS, &c.
SALES OF BLOOD STOCK.
By Messrs. Tattersall, at York :—
SIR TATTON SYKES'S YEARLINGS.
Chesnut Colt, by Pyrrhus the First, dam by Hampton (1845)..
Chesnut Colt, by Pyrrhus the First out of Hamptonia
By Messrs. Tattersall, at Doncaster :—
MR. COOKSON'S YEARLINGS.
Voivode, a chesnut colt, by Surplice out of Mincemeat's dam (Mr. Merry)..1020
MR. LUMLEY'S YEARLINGS.
A Bay Filly (own sister to Mrs. Rigby), by Hetman Platoff, dam by Jereed.. 96 A Bay Filly, by Hetman Platoff out of The Lamb, by Melbourne
MR. A. JOHNSTONE'S YEARLINGS.
.... 510 310
Brown Colt (Brother to Killai ney), by Annandale out of Enchantress
***... 300 Brown Filly (Sister to Conveyancer), by Annandale out of Executrix ...... 280 Brown Filly, by Annandale out of Emotion Lockerby, brown colt, by Annandale out of Epilogue Lochmaben, brown colt (Brother to Border Chief), by Annandale-Margery. 230 Repentance, brown filly, by Annandale out of Messalina.... Bay Filly, by Annandale out of Extravaganza ..... Bay Colt, by Annandale out of Hornet (Sister to Sting) ..
Chesnut Filly, by Verulam out of Fair Ellen (the dam of Lord of the Isles).. 120 Brown Filly, by Annandale out of The Hind
A Bay Colt, by Annandale out of Her Highness
Black Colt, by Annandale out of Manilla (Sharston's dam)
A Bay Colt, by Annandale out of Betty Humphries.
A Bay Colt, by Verulam out of Abigail
THE TEVERSHAM YEARLINGS.
A Bay Filly, by Melbourne out of Seaweed (The Knight of Gwynne's dam) (Mr. Palmer)
A Brown Colt, by Iago out of Lady Lawn, by Sleight of Hand
A Chesnut Filly, by Footstool out of Red Rose's Dam....
Gamecock, by Irish Birdcatcher ....
The Reiver, 4 yrs., by Pantaloon out of Phryne
Catspaw, 4 yrs., by Irish Birdcatcher out of Utopia...
Merlin, a yearling colt, by Irish Birdcatcher out of Poll Maggot .....
A Brown Yearling Filly, by Iago out of Stormy Petrel .....
A Brown Mare, by the Colonel out of Mary Ann, by Blacklock (covered by Russborough).
Trireme, brown filly, 2 yrs., by Iago, out of Taffrail's dam
Contentment, 4 yrs., by Archy out of Tranquillity .....
By Mr. Robert Johnson, at Doncaster :-
Bay Filly, by Flatcatcher out of Wee Pet......
Ring-Dropper, bay colt by Flatcatcher out of Blue Light..
Dergo, bay colt by Don John, dam by Dromedary-Talisman
Jenny, gr. filly by Flatcatcher, dam by Lanercost-The Saddler-Don John's dam
The Bubble, bay colt by Flatcatcher out of Newton Lass