Pint. In short, our Hunt may be sad to be in the last Stag of a decline. I am, sir, with respects from your humble servant, Bartholomew Rutt."

A tolerably accurate picture of the hunt is thus given by Mr. Hood:

A score were sprawling on the grass,
And beavers fell in showers;
There was another Floorer there,
Beside the Queen of Flowers.

Some lost their stirrups, some their whips,
Some had no caps to shew;

But few, like Charles at Charing Cross,
Rode on in statue quo,

'O dear! O dear!' now might you hear,

I've surely broke a bone;'

'My head is sore," with many more

Such speeches from the thrown.

Howbeit their wailings never moved
The wide satanic clan,

Who grinned, as once the devil grinn’d,
To see the fall of man.

And hunters good, that understood,
Their laughter knew no bounds,
To see the horses throwing off,'
So long before the hounds.

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Towler and Jowler-howlers all
No single tongue was mute;
The stag had led a hart, and lo!
The whole pack follow'd suit.

No spur he lack'd-fear stuck a knife
And fork in either haunch:
And every dog he knew had got
An eye-tooth to his paunch!

Away, away! he scudded like
A ship before the gale;
Now flew to hills we know not of,'
Now, nun-like, took the vale.

Some gave a shout, some roll'd about,
And antick'd as they rode,

And butchers whistled on their curs,
And milkmen tally-ho'd!'

About two score there were, not more,
That gallopped in the race;
The rest, alas! lay on the grass,
As once in Chevy Chase.

But even those that galloped on
Were fewer every minute-
The field kept getting more select,
Each thicket served to thin it.

For some pulled up and left the hunt,
Some fell in miry bogs,

And vainly rose and ran a muck,'
To overtake the dogs.

And some, in charging hurdle stakes,
Were left bereft of sense;

What else could be premised of blades
That never learn'd to fence?

But Roundings, Tom and Bob, no gate,
Nor hedge, nor ditch, could stay;
O'er all they went, and did the work
Of leap-year in a day.

And by their side see Huggins ride,
As fast as he could speed;

For, like Mazeppa, he was quite
At mercy of his steed.

Where, sharper set than hunger is,
He squatted all forlorn;

And like a bird was singing out
While sitting on a thorn.

Right glad was he, as well as might be,
Such cushion to resign:

Possession is nine points,' but his
Seemed more than ninety-nine.

Yet worse than all the prickly points
That enter'd in his skin,

His nag was running off the while
The thorns were running in !"

Upham, about three miles from Bishop's Waltham, in Hampshire, in which the eminent author of the Night Thoughts was born, in June 1681, whilst his father was rector of that parish. The above is more interesting, as the house no longer exists. Having become ruinous, it was, a few years since, taken down and re-built, by the Rev. J. Haygarth, the present rector. The window in the gable end (in the front of the view,) was that of the room in which the poet was born. The late ele-gant scholar and critic, Dr. Joseph Warton, was formerly rector of Upham; and during his incumbency he caused the event to be commemorated by a tablet, suspended in the apartment, and bearing this inscription-In hoc cubiculo natus erat eximius ille Poeta Edvardus Young, 1681. This tablet, a two-fold relic of departed genius, is still preserved in the new house.

Dr. Young was a man of great application and learning; even whilst at Oxford, his character may be formed from the words of Tindal, commonly denominated "The Atheist Tindal," who spent much time at All Souls, and who used to argue with Young on topics of religion." The other boys," says Tindal, "I can always answer, because I always know whence they have their arguments, which I have read a hundred times; but that fellow, Young, is continually pestering me with something of his own."

13.-1829.-CATHOLIC Relief bill.

On this day the royal assent was given to this Bill; by which eighteen Roman Catholic Peers were made eligible to sit in the House of Lords, and all Catholics, equally with Protestants, could become candidates for the House of Commons. They are also eligible for any office excepting Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, Lord Chancellor, or High Commissioner of the Church of Scotland.

18.-LOW SUNDAY.

The Sunday after Easter-day is called Low Sun day, because it is Easter-day repeated, with the church service somewhat abridged, or lowered, in the ceremony, from the pomp and festival of the Sunday before.

18-JEWISH PASSOVER.

The following admirable sketch of the customs still observed among the Jews during the Passover, is taken from an amusing little volume, entitled Sophia de Lissau; a Portraiture of the Jews of the Nineteenth Century.

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"The leaven having been cleared away with scrupulous care, the family ceased to eat leavened bread, or any other article of that kind, by ten in the morning of the day on which the ceremony of the Passover was to be celebrated in the evening; and Leopold, as eldest son, fasted in memory of the slaying all the first born throughout the land of Egypt. Rabbi Colmar, in person, assisted to cleanse all the utensils and vessels of plate, china and glass, and the wooden tables and dressers of the kitchen. other articles for use at this festival were new, or such as had been preserved from the preceeding year. The Nazarine servants were closely watched, to ascertain that they brought no leaven into the house at this period; for most strictly do the Jews of the present day observe every minutia of the Passover, and all its ceremonies, both written and traditional. Alas! the letter alone remains to them;-the glory is departed; the spirit is not discerned; the veil is on their hearts; the great Antitype of the solemn feast is hid from their eyes. In their observances they may truly be said to sow the wind;' the awful consequence of which is declared by the lip of infallible truth to be, that they shall reap the whirlwind.' Christian reader! thou who art concerned