TO THE MEMORY OF SNOWBALL, A CELEBRATED GREYHOUND, THE PROPERTY OF MAJOR TOPHAM.

By W. UPTON.

SNOWBALL, what dog e'er gained a greater name?

Scarce one; for swifter never ran than thee; And dear to mem'ry as thou art to fame,

Will coursers prize OLD SNOWBALL's pedigree.

Young Wander gaz'd to see thee scour the field,
While the loud "Bravo!" spoke from ev'ry tongue!
Alas! poor hare, thy breath of life was seal'd,

When SNOWBALL'S footsteps on thy presence hung

Fleet dog! for matchless were thy deeds awhile,
No greyhound ever did more worth combine,
And long like England's proud and matchless isle,
Shall SNOWBALL's merits, like her glory, shine;

MODE OF TRAINING THE ARAB AN HORSE.
From M. Chateaubriand's Travels in Greece.

This interesting traveller thus accounts for the hardihood displayed by the Arabian horses.— They are never put under shelter, but left exposed to the most intense heat of the sun, tied by all four legs to stakes driven in the ground, so that they cannot stir. The saddle is never taken from their backs; they frequently drink but once, and have but one feed of barley in twenty-four hours. This rigid treatment, so far from wearing them out, gives them sobriety and speed. I have often admired an Arabian steed thus tied down to the burning sands, his hair loosely flowing, his head bowed between his legs to find a little shade; and stealing with his

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wild eye an oblique glance of his master. lease his legs from the shackles, spring upon his back, and he will paw in the valley, he will rejoice in his strength, he will swallow the ground in the fierceness of his rage; and you recognise the original of the picture delineated by Job. Eighty or one hundred piastres are given for an ordinary horse, which is in general less valued than an ass or mule; but a horse of a well known Arabian breed will fetch any price. Abdallah, Pacha of Damascus, had just given 3000 piastres for one. The history of a horse is frequently the topic of general conversation. When I was at Jerusalem, the feats of one of these steeds made a great noise. The Bedouin to whom the animal, a mare, belonging, being pursued by the Governor's Guards, rushed with her from the top of the hills that overlook Jericho.

The mare scoured at full gallop down an almost perpendicular declivity without stumbling, and left the soldiers lost in admiration and astonishment. The poor creature, however, dropped down dead on entering Jericho, and the Bedouin, who would not quit her, was taken weeping over the body of his companion. This mare has a brother in the desert, who is so famous, that the Arabs always know where he has been, where he is, what he is doing, and how he does. Ali Aga religiously showed me in the mountains near Jericho the footsteps of the mare that died in the attempt to save her master.

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Macedonian could not have beheld those of Bucephalus with greater respect.

ON THE USEFULNESS OF PUGILISM.

From Mr. Ryley's "Itinerant."

I was preparing to say "Good night," after handing the young lady down stairs at the Opera House, when her brother, with the pleasant freedom of an old acquaintance, pressed me to take a Sandwich in St., James's-street, and, as his sentiments, as far as they had been communicated, agreed with mine, I accepted his invitation with the same frankness with which it was made. The female between us, we proceeded along Pall-mall; and turning up St. James's-street, two men, apparently in a state of intoxication, reeled out of an entry, and attempted to seize hold of the lady, who at that moment was unguarded on the right hand, her brother being a few paces in the rear. The street, as far as we could distinguish, was unoccupied, not even the voice of a watchman interrupted the solemn silence; but the moon shone with resplendent lustre, and my new friend, alarmed by his sister's screams, with the swiftness of a feathered Mercury, flew along the pavement, and with one blow laid the foremost of our assailants in the kennel. I was the more surprised at this, because his stature did not exceed five feet, and from the view I had of him, I was not prepared for uncommon strength. Our enemies were

seemingly tall, raw-boned coal heavers, and though one of them was for the moment rendered incapable, our case appeared so desperate that, to the lady's cries, I added a call for the watch; but my companion, nothing daunted, bade me take care of his sister, and fear nothing."For," continued he, "if I cannot manage such rascals as these, I deserve to be d-d.” The second ruffian, seeing his fellow on the ground, resumed his sobriety, and aimed a blow at me, but in so clumsy a manner, that I not only avoided it, but preserved my fair charge from harm; on which our little champion rushed forward, received the blow on the point of his elbow, and returned another in the pit of the stomach, which so staggered the wretch, that he reeled several paces, and finally tumbled headlong into an area, at least three yards deep. What I have employed so many words in relating was the work of a moment; having taught his foes to bite the ground, our skilful champion seized hold of his sister's disengaged arm, and, not suffering the grass to grow under our feet, we arrived in safety at his house.

This anecdote will, I think, establish the usefulness of pugilism. Had my friend been as little knowing in the science as his adversaries, very dreadful might have been the consequences, because might, in that case, would have overcome right, unless the fellows would have had patience to wait till he ran home for his sword; 20

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and then indeed he might have killed them in a gentleman-like manner.

Every thing has its uses, and its abuses. But though it be granted, shall we neglect the use because it may possibly bring the abuse along with it? I have heard declaimers against the science of bruising say, "that a knowledge of self-defence makes people quarrelsome." If I may speak, from very limited experience, I think the contrary. I was well acquainted with Perrins, and never in my life saw a more harmless, quiet, inoffensive being. I have the pleasure of knowing Gulley-yes, reader-the pleasure. I would rather know him than many Sir Billys, and Sir Dillys, and he is neither quarrelsome, turbulent, nor overbearing.

One evening I accompanied honest Jack Emery to a tavern in Carey-street, kept by John Gulley. As we passed along Emery said, "You conceive, I dare say, Romney, that I am going to introduce you into a society of rogues and pick-pockets, and if you can compound for the loss of your purse or handkerchief, it will be a lucky escape; but rest assured you are mistaken. Gulley's house is, of course, open to all descriptions, but the majority of his customers are people of reputation and respectability." ·

This account, I confess, was some relief to my mind, where a considerable degree of prejudice existed against prize-fighters, and the houses they frequent. Gulley was unfortunately from