When they had gained the rising ground, over which the panther had disappeared, Mohadeen picked out the trail, marked occasionally by drops of blood; and on gaining the next ascent the panther was viewed. He was evidently distressed, trotting slowly down hill, open mouthed, and panting. At this moment, when he was about three hundred yards distant, one of the beaters was observed standing in the panther's path.

Blowhard waved and shouted to him, but all in vain The infatuated fool drew his sword, waving it in defiance; his dreadful situation was plainly seen, yet nothing could be done to save him, for the violent motion of the elephant rendered all chance of hitting out of the question, and before he could have been stopped all would have been over. Tippoo was pushed to his utmost pace, the Mahout driving his goad to the head in the poor brute's bleeding ears, who screamed with pain at every blow. They had nearly reached the bottom of the descent, the elephant thundering down with fearful impetus, when the panther caught sight of the devoted wretch standing, like a scare-crow, brandishing his sword and shield. He might still have escaped, for he had a long start, and the panther was blown, but he appeared stupified with fear. The enraged animal made straight towards him with terrific bounds; and then rose a roar of fury and a scream of terror. The panther was upon him as if hurled from some projectile engine, and he was dashed to the ground amidst a cloud of dust, through which could be traced the agitated body of the spotted monster and the man struggling in his jaws. It was over in a few seconds. The mangled carcass was writhing in agony, and the panther trotting sulkily to the nearest bush when the sportsmen came up. Their first care was to remove the poor beater, who was still alive; but it would have been mercy to have ended his misery by blowing out his brains. He tried to raise his head, and actually salaamed with his trembling lacerated hands. But such a head! even the stern old woodsman shuddered as he looked on the throbbing remnants of what was once a human face. The cheek bones and lower jaw smashed to atoms, were hanging by the muscles of his throat upon his chest. Nothing of the visage remained below the eyes, which rolled about with a hideous expression of intense suffering; all the rest was a shattered mass dripping with clots of blood. "God forbid that I should ever see such another sight," uttered Blowhard, with deep feeling. "It was his fate," quietly observed the Mussulman, as he laid him under the shade of a large tree, where death soon ended his misery.

"Now let us mount again, Rivers, and finish this brute," said Blowhard, beckoning to the Mahout to make his elephant kneel. "I have. seen death in many shapes, and watched a brave man die without a tear, yet this unmans me quite. Mohadeen to a tree at once! there has been blood enough spilt to day, and you, Mahout, bring him up steadily."

Tippoo advanced boldly to the bush where the panther was lying. A crash through the branches, and a stifled roar warned them of the expected charge; the unerring rifle hurled its fatal contents, and the panther, shot through the brain, dropped at the instant his grinning head appeared. "Would to heaven I had fired that shot, when I first saw those treacherous green eyes in cover, it would have saved a life," muttered the old deer-stalker to himself. "But what is ordained must be. I intended to have shown you a bear," he continued, addressing Rivers, "but I have not the heart to do any thing more to day."

"Nor I," replied his friend. "Here comes Mohadeen, screeching his death holloa, which will soon bring up the people. So let us have one look at the panther, and then gallop back to the tents."

(To be continued.)

DECCAN.

ON TROUT FISHING.

HAVING observed a good Plate without a word on the subject relating to the fish, in your April number, which has just come before me, I have sent the following, which, if acceptable, will be followed by distinct notices of the Carp, Pike, and Perch.

Trout delight in foaming streams, occasioned by waterfalls, or in rapid eddies, and mill dams, where other fish are seldom found. In such situations you see them even leaping out of the water, and sporting about; thus it may be said they delight in troubled water. Their food is gained from the air as well as from their native element; at one time they are taken by the fly that hovers over the surface, and at another by sinking the worm or grub to the depth below. Trout are naturally voracious, yet afford to anglers a superior kind of sport, being what is termed a game fish. In this month their favourite fly is to be seen on the top of the water, and notwithstanding all our imitations, which are carried to the greatest perfection in London, yet we have many instances of native tact gaining the advantage over us, from native fishers, by obtaining a knowledge of the localities, observations on seasonable weather, and the fly on the water, killing fish with the coarsest tackle and flies, when an angler with a good assortment of flies could scarcely obtain a rise.

This, however, is not intended to discourage the lovers of the gentle art, for they will find in the entertaining "Reminiscencies of an Old Angler," anecdotes of excellent trout taken from two to forty pounds, by various ways, but chiefly by the rod and line.

May 15, 1836.

THE OLD ANGLER.

THE OLD BARON.

[Extracted from " A Day in the Woods," by Thomas Miller, basket-maker. Published by Smith, Elder, and Co. A series of Tales and Poems, by an uneducated son of genius, who comes before the public with a double claim to their patronage-the intrinsic merit of his volume, and the situation and circumstances of its author.] HIGH on a leaf-carved ancient oaken chair,

The Norman Baron sat within his hall, Wearied with a long chase by wold and mere:

His hunting spear was reared against the wall; Upon the hearth-stone a large wood fire blazed,

Crackled, or smoked, or hissed, as the green boughs, were raised. Above an arched and iron-studded door

The grim escutcheon's rude devices stood,

On each side reared a black and grisly boar,

With hearts and daggers graved on grounds of blood,
And deep-dyed gules o'er which plumed helmets frown;
Beneath this motto ran-"Beware, I trample down."
Above, around, were suits of armour placed,

And shields triangular, with the wild boar's head,
Arrows, and bows, and swords the rafters graced;
And red-deer's antlers their wide branches spread;
A rough wolf's hide was nailed upon the wall,
Its white teeth grinning stern as when it first did fall.
An angel-lamp from the carved ceiling hung,

Its outstretched wings the flaming oil contained;
While its long figure in the wide hall swung,

Blackening the roof, to which its arms were chained :
The iron hair fell backward like a veil-

The drooping chains, wind-shook, made a low mournful wail.
The heavy arras fluttered in the wind,

That through the grated windows sweeping came,

And in its foldings glittered hart and hind,

And hawk, and horse, and hound, and kirtled dame
Moved on the curtained waves, then sank in shade,
Just as the fitful wind along the arras played.

On the oak-table, filled with blood-red wine,
A silver cup of quaint engraving stood,

On which a thin-limbed stag of old design,

Chased by six long-eared dogs, made to a wood.
Sounding his horn, a huntsman stood in view,
Whose swollen cheeks upraised the silver as he blew:
At the Old Baron's feet a wolf dog lay,

Watching his features with unflinching eye.
An aged minstrel whose long locks were grey,
On an old barp his withered hands did try:
A crimson banner's rustling folds hung low,
And threw a rosy light upon his wrinkled brow.

Racing.

NEWMARKET SECOND SPRING MEETING.

THE Comparative inferiority of this meeting renders it unnecessary that I should occupy any considerable space in its description. It is enough to state that the weather was of the same wintry character as complained of in the earlier meeting, that the stakes were of the usual stamp, the ring small, and the fields poor in number and quality, most of the Derby horses having taken their departure, accompanied by others, to lead gallops, &c. Moreover, the Chester races came on at the same time, and all the Manchester people, and the Liverpool too, for the rail-road has brought their more sporting neighbours so close that they are regularly inoculated, were assembled on the banks of the Dee. The results of the three days' racing were unimportant in their immediate effect, but are of some interest to speculators in the St. Leger, for which Redshank is likely to be made a formidable favourite.

The following are particulars :

Tuesday.-A Handicap of 10 sovs. each, D. M., was won by Mr. Bird's Redshank, 3 yrs. old, 7st. 3lb. (Nat), beating Sir M. Wood's The Glama, 4 yrs. old, 7st. 131b.; Lord Jersey's Misnomer, 5 yrs. old, 8st. 8lb.; Col. Peel's The Professor, 3 yrs. old, 6st. 3lb.; and Mr. Pettit's Menas, 3 yrs. old, 6st. 3lb A waiting race on the part of Redshank; The Glama having cut out the work half-way up the ropes, where the other came out, and won by a length without an effort. Menas was some yards behind, the lad who rode not having strength to force out what little running nature has given him. The odds at starting, were 6 to 4 agst. Redshank, and 5 to 2 agst. The Glama.

The R. M. Plate for 3 yrs. olds, the only race likely to influence the Derby betting, was decided as follows:

Mr. Bird's Redshank.-Nat......
Lord Chesterfield's Alfred...

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The following were not placed; Mr. Sowerby's St. Luke; Mr. Houldsworth's ch. f. by Vanish, out of Fortuna; Duke of Portland's Snowball; Mr. W. Edward's Royal George; Mr. Greatrex's f. by Brutandorf, out of Wings; Mr. Green's Professor, by Wiseacre, dam by Eglington, out of Bravura; Lord Exeter's c. by Waverley, out of Princess Jemima; Lord Berners's c. by Lamplighter, out of Camarine's dam.

Two or three false starts, and Alfred so awkward that he had a good deal the worst of the bond fide one. Waverley colt made first running, but gave up, after going half a mile, to the Lamplighter colt and St. Luke, who carried it on at a smart pace into the bottom, where both appeared to have had enough of it; Alfred and Redshank now came out, the

latter leading and winning by a good length easily; St. Luke and Lord Berners were beaten off three or four lengths from Alfred, and the others twice as many, Greatrex's flying Wings filly being at the fag end, a proof that the pace could not have been very bad. After the race there was the old joke about the winner. "How old is he?" as if there was any thing so wonderful in the performance. The odds at starting were 6 to 4 agst. the winner; 3 to 1 agst. Lord Berners; 4 to 1 agst. St. Luke; and 9 to 2 agst. Alfred. Mr. Bird subsequently refused 1400 guineas for his colt !!

A Sweepstakes of 100 sovs. each, h. ft. for two yr. olds; Lord Lichfield's Cartoon, and Mr. Greville's Zimri decided Mr. Spalding's forfeit! (Mrs. Glass says, "first catch your carp.")

Wednesday. A sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each, for 3 yr. olds, the winner to be sold for 100 sovs.-T. Y. C., was won by Menas (Conolly) beating Lord Chesterfield's Nina Lassave (the Miss Clifton filly); Col. Peel's Hoax; Mr. W. Edward's Firefly, and Lord Stradbroke's Water Nymph by a length, Conolly having made more use of his horse than the lad was able to do; yet nevertheless no one was mad enough to claim him; 7 to 4 agst. Hoax, and 3 to 1 agst. any other.

A Handicap plate of 501.-A. T., was won by Lord Lichfield's Arbaces, 3 yrs. old, 6st. (little Boyce) beating Mr. Sowerby's Rioter, 5 yrs. old, 8st. 13lb.; and Mr. Stephenson's Laud, 6 yrs. old, 8st. 3lb. by a length easy; Laud tailed. Rioter has clearly demonstrated that a horse hacked about all over the country can have no possible chance at Newmarket. 5 to 4 agst. Rioter, and 5 to 4 agst. Arbaces.

Thursday.-Col. Peel's The Professor, 7st. 10lb. (Pavis) beat Lord Chesterfield's Dahlia colt, 8st. 4lb. by a length. Even betting.

Lord Jersey's Misnomer, 8st. 10lb. (James Robinson) beat Duke of Portland's jady colt, Snowball, by three length-rather a dear nag at 3001. 2 to 1 on the mare.

Sweepstakes of 25 sovs. each, for two yr. olds.-T. Y. C.

Gen. Yates' Grand Cairo.-Pavis....
Mr. Stephenson's Fanchon...

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The following also started; Lord Exeter's ch. c. by Redgauntlet, out of Patron's dam; Lord Chesterfield's ch. c. by Priam, out of Olga's dam; Mr. Wilson's c. by Comus, dam by Figaro, (foaled in 1829) out of Cora; Mr. Bird's b. f. by Cetus, out of Adelaide, by Lottery.

Betting brisk, at 5 to 1 agst. Grand Cairo, 3 to 1 agst. Fanchon, (taken) 7 to 2 agst. Marson's filly, 4 to 1 agst. Olga, and 9 to 2 agst. Lord Exeter's. Plenty of false starts, Fanchon, for at least a quarter of an hour, showing extraordinary capacities for Ducrow's circle-such a fidgetty awkward brute I never saw before, and hope never shall again, for there is nothing more annoying to a lover of the turf than the delays and anxieties produced by false starts; the race is soon told.