The Sporting magazine; or Monthly calendar of the transactions of the turf, the chace, and every other diversion interesting to the man of pleasure and enterprize

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Page 100 - Nor have these eyes by greener hills Been soothed, in all my wanderings. And, through her depths, Saint Mary's Lake Is visibly delighted; For not a feature of those hills Is in the mirror slighted.
Page 402 - Westminster, by action of debt or on the case, or by bill, plaint, suit, or information, wherein no essoign, protection, wager of law, or more than one imparlance shall be allowed...
Page 279 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Page 338 - Conscious they act a true Palladian part, And if they starve, they starve by rules of art. Oft have you hinted to your brother peer, A certain truth, which many buy too dear...
Page 165 - the Universal Cause Acts not by partial but by general laws,' And makes what happiness we justly call Subsist not in the good of one, but all.
Page 140 - And in he went, jumping a narrow streamlet into a point of thicket, through which he drove by main force. Scarce had he got six yards into the brake, before both spaniels quested ; and, to my no small wonder, the jungle seemed alive with woodcock — eight or nine, at the least, flapped up at once, and skimmed along the tongue of coppice toward the high wood, which ran along the valley, as I learned afterward, for full three . miles in length — while four or five more wheeled off to the sides,...
Page 134 - Not a bit of it," cried Tom — "here, Yorkshire — Ducklegs — here, what's your name — get away you with those big dogs — atwixt the swamp hole, and the brush there by the fence, and look out that you mark every bird to an inch! You, Mr. Forester, go in there, under that butter-nut; you'll find a blind track there, right through the brush — keep that 'twixt Tim and Mr. Archer; and keep your eyes skinned, do! there'll be a cock up before you're ten yards in. Archer, you'll go right through,...
Page 134 - You must go through the very thick of it, concarn you!" exclaimed Tom; "at your old work already, hey? trying to shirk at first!" "Don't swear so! you old reprobate! I know my place, depend on it," cried Archer; "but what to do with the rest of you! — there's the rub!
Page 137 - Away went Tim, stopping from time to time to mark our progress, and over the fence into the bog meadow we proceeded — a rascally piece of broken tussocky ground, with black mud knee-deep between the nags, all covered with long grass.
Page 138 - And on we came, deliberately prompt, and ready. Now we were all in line: Harry the centre man, I on the right, and Tom on the left hand. The attitude of Archer was superb; his legs, set a little way apart, as firm as if they had been rooted in the soil; his form drawn back a little, and his head erect, with his eye fixed upon the dogs; his gun held in both hands, across his person, the muzzle slightly elevated, his left grasping the trigger guard; the thumb of the right resting upon the hammer, and...

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