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will, and one was found of so recent a date as a week before his disappearance: all was left to his wife-not even his nearest connexions or most faithful servants were remembered! Time passed: Martin was firmly believed to have been accidentally drowned on his passage to France-and in those days such things might have happened more easily than now, the spirit of investigation was not so busy. At last, when all but the members of his own family seemed to have forgotten him, Martin Garwinston's widow increased in opulence and unpopu larity, no one appearing to benefit from her accumulating wealth but her kinsman, Tom Thornton, who led a life of reckless dissipation, until in a midnight fray at Ramsgate he caused the instant death of a boon companion by a sudden blow, but had the good luck to escape to the French coast; nor was he heard of again for many long years.

At length, when age had bent the form, defaced the beauty, and blanched the locks of the lady of Nash Court, it was one day reported to her that a travelling tinker craved audience of her. Her refusal to see him was answered by a request that she would look at a ring which he sent her. Mrs. Garwinston evinced great agitation at the sight of it, and the stranger was summoned. He was a stout old man; his face seamed with scars, his hair grizzled, and with a fierce red eye which had no companion. After a long visit, he left the presence of the lady, who issued orders for the immediate construction of such a hut as the stranger chose to have built, at her entire expense, in a certain wooded bottom on her farm; and accordingly a small cottage was prepared for him, which she furnished on the spot indicated, which ever after was termed "Tom the tinker's hole" for he continued to ply the trade of a tinker, calling himself by the name of Thomas Smith.

Years passed, during which strange stories went about of his singular influence over the mistress of Nash Court, until one night, stumbling over a chalk-pit, he had the misfortune to break his leg, and when discovered in the morning he was raving under fever.

At the same time, on the same night, another death-bed scene was not far distant. In an oak-panelled chamber at Nash Court, on a stately bed, lies the mistress of the house, in the last struggle. Though upwards of seventy, her eyes are still keen and hawk-like, and as they wander-or rather rush-restlessly over the group of mercenaries who attend her, a something witch-like and unholy seems to fill her whole being. Her favourite kinsfolk are present, but to their earnest questions as to what her last desires are, she replies not but by brief denials of the proffered aid of priest or physician. Their still more earnest appeals to her benevolence-their solicitations that she should reveal the secret deposits of her hoarded wealth, are all in vain. No reply, save a muttered word that sounded more like an imprecation than a prayer, was vouchsafed them. The night was stormy and the cold intense a wood fire blazed merrily on the hearth, while death was busy in the chamber, where the impatient and heartless relatives of the dying would fain have wrested from her the secrets that might enrich them.

"Look, how she keeps gazing at the panel to the right!" whis

pered one of the women.
"It is quite awful," said another.

use to hang there?"

"Did not Martin's picture

"What is that you say of Martin ?" cried the dying woman, in a hollow tone. "Who dares say that he is here?-the dead do not walk. Why do you whisper? Water, water-I am parched!" They wetted her lips, and were again about to seat themselves, when, crackling on the hearth, a huge faggot burst with a loud report-one of the cinders starting from the fire and striking against the very panel of which they had been talking. The women, startled at first, arose to remove the still burning cinder.

"No, no; dare not to touch it!" screamed the expiring woman. "Not there-not there! Touch not that, or curses-curses

And sitting up in the bed, her arm extended at full length, her long skeleton finger pointing to the panel, her eyes glaring wildly, the mistress of Nash Court stiffened into a clayey corpse; and when the horrified attendants drew near the couch, they found her stonedead in that strange and upright position!

After they had stretched her down, their first thoughts were of themselves.

"Depend upon it," said one, "her money lies hid behind that pannel; or why forbid us to touch it?"

"It was the cinder," said another.

66 No, no; it must have been the panel. Let us break it open before anybody is aware of her death."

A carving-knife was in the room, and with that and the poker the covetous gold-seekers soon forced the panel out; nor were their hopes of discovering something defeated. But it was not money they found-it was the mouldering bones of a human corpse!

The tinker lay in the agonies of death next morning, when the medical man who had attended him entered the hut. A gipsy woman who had served as nurse to the sick man sat near the pallet, and heard the doctor ask the dying tinker how he was.

"Is Martha Garwinston still alive?" was the reply.

The medical man related her death, and the singular discovery of the body behind the pannel.

"It is the body of Martin," said Tom the tinker him, and hid him there."

66 ; we murdered

And so it was. For many years after that fearful act, the room had been shut up, the lady declaring she could not sleep in the apartment where her dear husband had slept so long beside her; but a few months before she was seized with her last illness, she insisted on its being prepared for her.

As for her paramour and confederate in guilt, Tom the tinker, he expired a few moments after the dreadful confession had passed his lips.

(To be continued.)



"Love, hope, and joy, fair pleasure's smiling train ;·
Hate, fear, and grief, the family of pain;

These mixed with art, and to due bounds confin'd,
Make and maintain the balance of the mind."

Recreation is as essential to the healthy and energetic condition of the mind as sleep is to that of the body. As the immortal bard of Avon describes it

"Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care;
The birth of each day's life; sore labour's bath;
Balm of hurt minds; great Nature's second course;
Chief nourisher in life's feast."

All ages and all nations have evinced an innate love for field sports, among whom hunting has taken precedence. Its origin being founded on necessity, at a period when man was compelled to pursue the beasts of the field for the purposes of food, when in an uncivilized condition he had no other means of support, appears in some degree to account for the propensity so strongly engrafted in our natures. Times and circumstances have, as a natural consequence, wonderfully changed the customs of the chase in various ages, and the term hunting, in ancient days, must be understood as expressive of the pursuit of wild animals, for the sake of destroying them by any means or stratagems of which the hunter could avail himself; a very different mode of proceeding to that which is recognizable in these days of refinement, when any infraction of the established laws of sporting subjects the aggressor to the contempt and indignation of his contemporaries and associates. The term is now alone applicable to the chase of the fox, the stag, and the hare, with hounds following by scent.

The glory and antiquity of hunting seems to be commensurate with the earliest records of history; we read in Holy Writ of "mighty hunters before the Lord," and we can likewise trace it through the Augustan ages; it is to be regretted, however, that Horace neglected to furnish his posterity with a minute account of the customs, observances, and performances of his day. Monarchs and heroes, warriors, lords, and commoners of all degrees, augment the list of sporting characters; crowned heads and princes of all times and almost of all dynasties, have given proof of their predilection for the chase.

The gratification which our good old sovereign George the Third enjoyed in stag-hunting, is too well known to require much animadversion, though the system pursued was evidently very different in those days to what is now to be seen by the attendants on the Royal

stag hounds of Her present Most Gracious Majesty, Queen Victoria. A hound bred specifically for the purpose of stag-hunting, possessing a considerable cross of the old-fashioned blood hound, was the description of animal then in use-a breed which is now nearly, if not quite, extinct. The only ones of the kind of which I have any recollection were a few couples at Audnam, in Shropshire, kept about the year 1826 by some tenants of Sir Richard Acton, for the purpose of hunting the deer which were in the habit of making their escape from the park; they were a coarse, slow, heavy kind of hound, with large heads and long ears, which were never rounded, bad about their loins, and their prevailing colour black and tan; they possessed the faculty of hunting a low scent, but the head which they carried, and, consequently, the pace at which they crossed the country, was no more to be compared to that of hounds of the present day, than the speed of a cart-horse to that of a race-horse.

His Royal Highness Prince Albert by no means lacks the interest which other illustrious personages have shown for field sports-neither are his acquirements confined to hunting alone; the trigger, in the use of which he is so eminently accomplished, engrossing a considerable portion of the time which His Royal Highness devotes to sporting avocations.

Stag-hunting, as it is now pursued with the immense fields of horsemen by which Her Majesty's hounds are frequently attended, does not permit of the real enjoyment of hunting, which to a true and scientific sportsman is the acme of his pleasure. On this account our Illustrious Prince has unequivocally exemplified a most refined taste as a real lover of hunting, by a selection of an elegant little pack of beagles; with them hunting may be witnessed in perfection, but it is utterly impossible for stag-hounds or fox-hounds to exhibit their hunting capabilities to the utmost extent, when attended by the vast numbers of sportsmen so commonly to be encountered in the fashionable countries.

To illustrate the high opinion which King George the Third entertained for fox-hunting, a little anecdote may be here introduced of an observation made by His Majesty at a review of the Windsor Forest Yeomanry Cavalry. Calling the attention of the Princess Mary, the sporting monarch exclaimed in allusion to the corps-" Fine fellows, fine fellows, eh! How do you like them? Fine fellows, noble fellows, eh! Fox-hunters, fox-hunters every man of them." What greater compliment could have been paid to fox-hunting, expressive of more real approbation?

As an amusement peculiarly calculated for military characters, foxhunting unquestionably ranks in the first estimation; indeed a kind of fraternity or brotherhood may be perceived as existing between a soldier and a sportsman. Similarity of pursuits will engender a reciprocity of feeling, and those who are accustomed to share the dangers and aspire to the honours of the field, whether in the hope of winning the laurel or the brush, although rivals for individual distinction, will endeavour to assist each other, having in view the general attainment of the course as their object.

One of the very great advantages which hunting affords to society

is the communication which it facilitates, the introduction which it establishes, and the friendly intercourse which arises from an amusement in which so many persons are enabled to participate. There are few, if any, classes of Her Majesty's subjects who cannot occasionally join in the amusement without impropriety, although the censure of some illiberal individuals inay be the means of restraining persons who fancy their interests may be sacrificed, should they chance to follow a course of life which an unfortunate absence of generous feeling in the breasts of a few unhappy mortals, who may be prompted to denounce every enjoyment in which they themselves cannot partake. What amusement is so compatible with the life and interest of our nobility and country gentlemen, who, deriving their income from their landed estates, are thus induced to expend their property upon the land which produces it, and among their tenantry-the honest yeomen, by whose exertions the profit of the land is brought into operation? The constant intercourse which it thus produces is not one of the most trivial events appertaining to a country life. Nothing is more essential to the welfare of the landed interest at the present crisis than the residence of gentlemen on their estates. The unhappy condition of Ireland may in a very great degree be ascribed to the absence of the most wealthy landlords, and consequently the expenditure of the money derived from the soil in another country. Unless some effectual means are speedily adopted to appease the riots in Wales, the Principality is in a fair way of being similarly circumstanced, although the amor patria for which the Welsh are so justly characterized may in a great measure arrest the impending evil.

That hunting is an amusement incompatible with the life and habits of the clergy is an argument not unfrequently contended, but it is one which cannot be maintained without trespassing upon those principles of liberality which ought to form the basis of every true Christian's heart. It is well known that clergymen occupying livings and performing duties in the country, have many leisure hours to devote to their own pursuits, without in the least degree neglecting the services which are due to their parishioners; which services being faithfully attended to, most assuredly a clergyman is perfectly justified in the rational enjoyment of any amusement which is consistent with the dignity of, and is sought after by, any other country gentleman. The next class to whom this amusement is available is the agriculturist; indeed, no persons in a similar rank in life can with greater propriety join in the pleasures of the chase. The farmer is encouraged to breed the horse which carries him, and is thus, by judicious management, enabled to turn his amusement to a profit; and those who take the trouble to exercise their judgment in selecting the right sort of nags, have them well broken, and kept in good condition, seldom fail to make it answer their purpose; if it does not, they may be assured it is in consequence of their having a bad kind of horse, or that they do not attend sufficiently to the highly important subject of condition.

Attendant upon most hunts there will generally be found a character in humble life who never fails, when within moderate reach, of accompanying the hounds at the covert side, and following them frequently on foot through many a long and arduous chase; in some of

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