never, I say, has there been a horse which has conferred so much benefit on our studs, as the Pet of Petworth, Whalebone. To keep up the standard of our breed, his blood runs in the veins of Camel, Defence, Sir Hercules, Waverley, The Mole, The Saddler, and Touchstone, whose stock now are nulli secundus. The Whalebone mares likewise would fill a volume. But as Petworth had its Whalebone, the Grafton stud their Penelope and Prunella, so Yorkshire has had a strain of blood not inferior in the once far-famed stable of Mr. Watt. The ancestry to which I allude, was a certain daughter of Pot-8-o's and Young Camilla's, who rejoiced in the name of Mandane. This mare, foaled in 1800, is not to be beaten as to progeny, by any mare in the world; as a racer, she was good for nothing, having been beaten five times, and having won only a match at Brighton against Lampedusa, in 1803. But what a noble progeny is hers, viz:- 4 Manuella, by Dick Andrews, winner of the Oaks, and dam among others of the Leger winner Memnon, Belzoni, and Margellina the dam of Westonian, Wahab, Wardan, &c. 5 Altisidora, by Dick Andrews, winner of the Leger, and dam of Abron, and grandam of Ralph. 6 Petuaria, by Orville, sold to Lord Cremorne for 3,000 gs., and the dam of Young Petuaria (Carew's dam). 7 Captain Candid, by Cerberus, who ran second to Duchess of Leven, for the Leger 1816, and sold to Germany for a stallion. 8 Procurante, by Langton. 9 Muta by Tramp, dam of Manchester, Gardham, &c. 10 Lottery by Tramp, sire of Chorister, (winner of the Leger,) Sheet Anchor, Inheritor, Red Rover, Lady Elizabeth, and many other first raters. 11 Brutandorf, by Blacklock, winner of the Trades and Stand Cups at Chester and the Mostyn mile among other good things, and sire of Physician, Hetman Platoff, &c. 12 A Whisker mare, dam of Liverpool, Waresti, Wadastra, &c. Such are but a few of the magnificent animals sprung from this mare, who was herself a fourth-rate racer, stood but fifteen hands high, but possessed in a small compass the limbs and strength of a cart-horse. The blood of Mandane runs in the veins of the following high-bred cattle, Memnon, Belzoni, Abron, Captain Candid, Carew, Lottery, Sheet Anchor, Inheritor, Speculator, Brutandorf, Physician, Hetman Platoff, Liverpool, The Commodore, Llanercost, Ralph; and fastidious must he be who cannot suit his stud out of the above lot. So great a benefit has Mr. Watt's stud conferred on English breeders; but, shades of Mandane and Manuella! how different a lot now occupy your paddocks. The present denizens of the paddocks at Bishop's Burton, consist of a clever mare, Myrrha by Whalebone (the dam of two fine young mares by Plenipotentiary), and Cara, the winner of the Criterion, a usefullooking mare. There are also there Nitocris (sister to Memnon), a daughter of hers by Bay Middleton, Fanchon (sister to Lapdog), and Phoebe (sister to Lamplighter), and chiefly stinted to Sheet Anchor, to whom it is no small recommendation to be admired by so good a judge as Mr. Watt. Phoebe is no exception to the generality of the Lamplighter sort. He himself is detestable, and I wonder how any can breed from him. As all faults come out in stock, his all take after him in bad hocks. Lucky was he to have been sire of a Derby winner, and such a Derby winner, as seldom leads the way over Epsom Downs, for 1 should think if that race had been run any other time, he never would have figured before Caravan, or one or two more, his undoubted superiors; but such we often have seen to be the case with the Derby race, and a nag fit to go at the nick of time, runs away from horses, who at other times could, and perhaps would, have beat him into fits. Amato, Lapdog, Spaniel, Little Wonder, are all instances of it, for can any one doubt but that Ion and Grey Momus, Shakspeare, Riddlesworth, and Launcelot, who ran second to them, were all infinitely better, and worth more money than the winners. The name of a Derby winner conduces greatly towards the gaining a high price in the foreign market, and so Phosphorus having astonished the various weak minds, who forgot the happy prophecy in " the Life," "So those who have found out their error too late, And the victor despised of the Rowley Mile Plate, Their fingers must burn in the Phosphoric flame, While the Lamplighter runs up the ladder of fame," has gone into Germany to gain his laurels, and brought a most remunerating price to his former owner. So far so good, and who can any longer, after seeing this, among so many more instances, affirm that the exportation of horses does injury to our own country? whereas, were it hindered or forbidden, what in the world could become of five out of twelve that each mare breeds, and which do not, from one cause or another, suit the fastidious taste of the present day. No, it is the interest of every man to encourage this demand, and the best rule to follow, may be exemplified with truth, in Wordsworth's lines; "For why? because the good old rule Sufficeth them. The simple plan That they should take who have the power,' RED ROVER. WHAT TO LEARN, AND HOW TO LEARN IT. BY WILDRAKE. To the name of a work noticed in the last number of the New Sporting Magazine, under the title of "WHAT TO TEACH, AND HOW TO TEACH IT;" I owe the suggestion of the subject-matter of this present article ; but, inasmuch as I have neither a grey head, nor a bald pate, nor what is worse than either, a brown wig wherewithal to hide, or to supply the "destinies of nature," I have bethought me that it will be far more seemly in me to offer to my friends the benefit of some little experience in this sublunary world, in aid of, rather than as a substitute for their own; and rather to direct their attention to " WHAT TO LEARN AND HOW TO LEARN IT," by the " Northern lights" (I mean the beacons, not the "roarers,") of narrative, than with didactic presumption to assume that I know" WHAT TO TEACH AND HOW TO TEACH IT." I find then, on communing with my inward self, that my outward self is a very troublesome customer to that same inside passenger; there being oftentimes between them much difference of opinion as to many things. The gentleman in the inside is very apt to give way to the hasty impulse of an ardent temperament replete with generous and kindly feelings, which" the fellow outside" invariably checks and chills. with a cold blast of propriety, carefully adapted to the existing atmosphere of the world which lives, and breathes, and moves around him. For this variation of temperature, I have never been able satisfactorily to account, and I have now given up the inquiry with the comforting conviction that " WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT." At one period, I was indeed inclined to think, that the ascetic humour of the "cold without," arose from the pinching weather and keen winds necessarily attendant on his exposed situation, but I discarded this idea, when I found that the protecting intervention of the newly-invented mackintoshes failed to improve his tone, or render him more ready to listen to the promptings of his fellow-passenger. What then was to be done to accommodate matters with such existing differences? There was the rub. For some time, mindful of the ancient motto, "mudio tutissimus," I endeavoured to attain the happy medium, but in spite of all my efforts, failed in ever rightly hitting off the scent, so at last I determined to incline towards the "higher fare" of the two, and thus "the inner man" constantly has his way, to the continual discomfort, and frequent actual loss as well of credit, as of more substantial "goods," to the more exposed * What to teach, and How to teach it; so that the child may become a wise and good man. W. Smith, London. "outside," who has to bear the gibes and jeers of the " οι πολλοι who are either too selfish, or too obtuse, rightly to estimate the mainspring of those actions, which they may want the wisdom to approve, or the courage to imitate. WHAT TO LEARN, may be classed in two divisions, the "outward," and the "inward," and although no LEARNING can teach against the grain, much may be instilled where Nature has given but little intuitive grace, if we only know HOW TO LEARN IT. The graces then which I would have all learn, are, CHARITY,HONESTY, TRUTH, PATIENCE, AND GOOD MANNERS. Of these it will be observed, that the four first comprise the ornaments forming the luggage of the inside gentleman, whilst GOOD MANNERS, in which I also include the generalities of accomplishment, are the garments which adorn the man outside. Firstly, then,-LEARN CHARITY, and by my soul I know no better means of learning it, than by trying to borrow fifty pounds of your best friend. There is but little charity in the fox-hunter in a sharp burst, for he will never sacrifice his place in the first flight to help the dismounted misery of his best friend; in fact he goes a-head as if he never heard his plaintive cry of "Stop my horse." "By Jingo," says he, at the next fence, "there's a splitting fall! who is it?-why I think it's Jones. He's a gone christian. But the pace is too good to stop!" Your fisher always lays claim to the amenities of a better nature. I never could quite see the charity of hauling out a poor devil of a trout with a hook through his gills. "But it don't hurt 'em, it's only gristle," says the gentle disciple of the philosophic Isaak. Oh, indeed! how would you like to be hooked up under the jaw by a Humane Society drag-pole, such as they fish under the ice withal for skate? The angler tells us of his calm walks, and his pleasant converse with ingenuous Nature in her loveliest moods, but he forgets that Nature never went a-fishing. There is no CHARITY in a hook. I cannot quite make up my mind what quantity of the sweet drop of CHARITY falls into the mixture of the lover of the trigger. A good shot is certainly more charitable than a good fisher. But a bad fisher on the other hand is far less cruel than a bad shot, since the latter might fairly walk the fields with the well-known sign upon his back of "MANGLING DONE HERE." Altogether, I think that there may possibly be CHARITY in a good shot, but that there is none at all in a bad one, unless he misses. "Charity," says the old proverb, "begins at home," and with most folks it stops there. "Charity too covereth a multitude of sins," and well it may, since there is no fear that a too frequent use will wear it threadbare, or tear one shred from off its fair proportions. Charity then is to be learned. But how? and from whom? Cer NO XVI.-VOL. III.-NEW SERIES. 2 G tainly not from a member of a Sparrow-shooting Club. More certainly not from the "Cruelty to Animals Society men," who knock their faithful old Rosinantes on the head, when they are worn out, as a charity. Most certainly not from the saints who preach against racing, and throw little tracts into your carriage on the road to Epsom and Ascot. I fear they waste their labour, and find the turfites very untractable. Some people have very queer notions of charity-" What's the matter, Peter ?" roared honest farmer Blunt to an old pensioner of his parish as he passed by his gate with a decided scowl on his furrowed brow, and grunting and growling like a newly rung pig."Matter," said the old man, stopping short-" why-matter enough. -Here have I been lugging water all the morning for Doctor Pillblister's wife, who employs me, as she says, out of mere charity, and what do you think I got for it?" "Got for it-why, I suppose about ninepence." "Ninepence-deuce a bit-she told me the doctor would pull a tooth for me when I wanted it. It would appear then, that to want CHARITY seems the sole means of learning it. Yet even those who may have served this hard apprenticeship, are sometimes found to be out of practice. Of such I can only say that they are as "soulless" as the Yankee politician's opponent, who was stigmatised by the stump orator as follows-" I have heard," said he, "that some folk holds to the opinion that just as one human being dies, another's born; and so the soUL comes out o' the one, into the t'other. Now, I have made purtickler and extensive inquiries concerning my opponent thar, and I find that for some hours previously to his nativity, nobody died. Fellow Citizens-Draw the inference!" Yet one word, and A SAVING ONE, on this point. That angel, Charity, still lingers on the earth. Reader, are you a bachelor? -if so, repent-for Charity on earth, slighted by money making man, has taken refuge with his more gentle partner, woman. Who tracks the hiding places out of woe, and want, and wretchedness? -Who stretches forth the helping hand where need is found?-Who calms our care?-Who sooths our sorrow ?-Who lightens our every pang? What ministering angel moves through life by our side—a joy in health, a saving hope in sickness?-participating in our pleasures, sharing our griefs;-and when the last thin thread of life is stretched to its utmost tension, who hovers around the death bed to catch the lingering sigh of life?-WOMAN DOES THIS AND THIS IS CHARITY. There is a sweeter half to the grape-a mellower half to the peach—a sunnier half to the globe, and a better half to man. "Ah Tommy! Tommy!" quoth Ned Younghusband to his friend Tom Bachelor, "why don't you follow my example? Adam's day in Paradise was all mourning without Eve. Depend upon it nothing beats a good wife." |