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of no such up-hill work as selling a horse in the country. Absurdly dear as railway carriage for horses is, we would sooner pay it and consign a horse to the easy transfer of Messrs. Tattersall, than encounter the haggle and most likely subsequent vexation of a country deal.

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Nimrod appears to have made up for the deficiency of March sport by the gaiety of the evenings, having been at five balls in three weeks, all of which were patronized by Mr. Musters, and the hunt in general. Nimrod thus discourses on dancing, for though little better than a one eyed one, as he used to say, he saw a good deal with that one. Twenty. six years ago," writes he, "every woman could dance, because, if I may be allowed to say so, no dancing was required. She might have shuffled down the middle' like a foundered post-horse, in the old country dance-perhaps without being observed-but not so in these times. When a ring is formed, as in our modern cotillons," (modern again after a lapse of twenty-six years,) "the shape as well as the action of a woman is openly displayed, and she must use her feet. It is here you see what nature has done for her, for though the potter may have power over the clay to make it a vessel of honour or dishonour, the dancing-master cannot make a woman dance well unless she is in the right form."

Waltzing, too, he has a turn at

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"There was a hard struggle in this country, between the young ones and the old ones, when first was introduced the German waltz. My daughter shall never waltz' said one prudent mother. My daughter shall never be pulled about the room in that way, by a man, another; but at length (though we must admit they come to rather close quarters, i.e. in the dance) the old ones were beaten, as they always are; and all the young ones now waltz."

Here is a sketch of a country race ball-Abingdon is the town:"As it generally happens at a country race, I looked into the ball-room about twelve o'clock. As it also generally happens, there was one pretty woman to a dozen plain ones, and the show was nothing remarkable. Milton says-all that is left of Paradise is domestic love, and here I saw a specimen―a man dancing with his wife! They are newly married?' said I to a friend. Not a bit of it; they have two children, and have been spliced these three years,' was his reply.— All very well in a ploughed country,' resumed I, but it would be thought dead slow over the grass.'"-As slow as leather breeches perhaps.

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From Mr. Musters' Nimrod proceeded to Mr. Osbaldeston's and Lord Lynedoch's, and finished the season in Northamptonshire, declining a visit to the New Forest for the spring hunting. He travelled with six horses, which he says had between four and five hundred miles road-work. In conclusion, he says he received nothing but hospitality and kindness, and every man he met appeared to be his friend. "This," writes he, "is the way to pass one's days, for it makes life's business like a summer's dream.

"A glut of retirement sends us out into the world, and a glut of the world sends us back into retirement, and I have now retired to the rural simplicity of a country life. Think not, however, that I shall ever become a pupil of Zeno, who commands us to look with indifference on the pleasure of the world; or that I think the better of the Roman general, because he boasted he could sup on turnips.-No! I'll snatch

a pleasure whenever I can catch it, and to my last hour I'll join in chorus

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Nimrod brought this, his second Tour, to a close at a more seasonable period than usual, having finished it in the June number of the Magazine, forty-two pages having been devoted in the double number to its completion. The old stock subject, "The Road," a little racing, with occasional few "Lines from Nimrod," chiefly commenting on the communications of others, formed the summer contributions of that year. There is an amusing instance of difference of opinion on matters of art in one of these critical letters. There had been a picture of a dog and rabbit, in a recent number of the work.

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As I was sitting at breakfast the other morning at Fenton's Hotel, in St. James's Street," writes Nimrod, "a bit of paper was wanting to light a candle. Take the Dog and Rabbit out of the Sporting Magazine,' said a friend, it is fit for nothing else.' In an hour afterwards, I went to a sporting barber to be clipped. What a beautiful print there is in the last number,' said he. Which do you mean?' observed I.-The Dog and Rabbit,' replied the barber."

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FROM THE SPANISH.
BY JOHN OXENFORD.

FROM his native gardens sever'd,
Doom'd to toil on Afric's strand,
Sadly looks the captive gard'ner
Tow'rds the lofty Spanish land.

There the greedy goats are feeding,
O'er the barren slopes they stray;
Scarcely can his eye distinguish

Whether goats or rocks are they.
Now the plain so rich and fertile

With a wishful glance he eyes, And he sees from many a cottage, Clouds of smoke, uniting, rise. And he sees, too, by Gibraltar,

Where the rugged breakers stand,
Sees the billows dash against them,
Which would wrench them from the
sand.

For the straits are wildly raging,
And the sands upon the shore
Seem with fury to be sounding,
Till a thousand echoes roar.
He exclaims, "Ye sacred waters,
To my grief some comfort bring;
Grant me pardon if your troubles

From my heavy sighing spring. "To that blessed country yonder, Prithee bear me, mighty sea,

And a milkwhite bull I'll offerPride of all my flock-to thee. "Never, never, shall my wishes

Rest content with foreign lands, Then assist a new Leander,

Who commends him to your hands."
Thus the captive says, and leaping
'Mid the waves, their force he breaks;
Striking, cleaving, rending, struggling,
As his way he boldly makes.

But when midnight is approaching,
And his limbs begin to fail,
He entreats the raging billows,

For his heart at last must quail :

"Nay, ye dear, beloved billows,

Though my death you may require, Yet.-oh, kindly waves,-release me, For to pay you I desire."

Now the winds no more oppose him,
Fortune smiles upon his woes,
And his foot he plants in safety

As the morn its lustre throws.

And he thanks the kindly waters,

Winds, and stars, releas'd from toil; Then, with humble rev'rence bending, Kisses and adores the soil.

From the collection entitled Romancero General. Published at Madrid, in 1604. After the example of Bishop Percy, the rima asonante has been exchanged for rhyming lines of the same length as in the original.-J. O.

A FEW WORDS ABOUT ZUMALACARREGUI.

BY A PERSONAL ACQUAINTANCE.

NINE months after the birth of Don Carlos, that is to say, on the 29th Dec. 1788, was born the celebrated defender of this prince, Don Tomas Zumalacarregui. His native place was Ormitegui, in Guipuzcoa. His parents, without being very wealthy, enjoyed a comfortable livelihood, and belonged to the first nobility of the country. His elder brother was President of the Cortes in 1812, and was one of the most remarkable personages of the liberal party, while the two other brothers devoted themselves to the ecclesiastical profession. Tomas, following the impulse of his military genius, was present at the celebrated defence of Saragossa, under the orders of the immortal Palafox. He then retired to his birthplace; and when Guipuzcoa raised her standard against Napoleon's invasion, he joined Jauregui, better known as El Pastor, or, the "Shepherd,"-a name given to him because he had been a shepherd in reality, and like Viriatus-(with the slight dissimilarity that he was not a bandit)—had exchanged the crook for the sword. Zumalacarregui did not much relish the notion of having for his general a man whose accomplishments did not include the art of writing, and therefore he undertook the task of instructing him in the mysteries of calligraphy, in which task, it is gratifying to say, he was successful. He took a great part in the glories of the "Pastor," and on the general peace, Baron de Aveizaga (the captain-general) made him his aid-de-camp. While officer of the "Regiment of Victory," he paid great attention to the subject of military tactics, his books having chiefly reference to that science. So great was the opinion which the government entertained of his military acquirements, that various regiments were entrusted to him, that he might give them the benefit of his discipline. With his last regiment he went, under the orders of General Count de Casa Eguia, to the department of Ferrol, where from time immemorial there had been a band of robbers, who spread their ramifications throughout the whole of Gallicia. This band was organized in the most secret manner, and had been so well managed, that destruction was impossible. Indeed, when the associates had reason to suspect any one of their comrades, they put him to a painful death. Men of all classes, some of them even holding offices under government, belonged to the band, and from 1826 to 1832 it was commanded by a rich merchant, whom we shall call C, the origin of whose immense wealth was a mystery to his neighbours. Several magistrates received regular pay from the association, and Count Casa Eguia, in spite of all his endeavours, was totally unable to discover the robbers; D. V, a magistrate of Ferrol, who afterwards became a councillor of Castile, and R--, a scrivener, devoting themselves solely to the prosecution of those thieves who were unconnected with the band. In this state of things, the count appointed Zumalacarregui, (then a colonel in the 14th of the line,) Governor of Ferrol. He immediately nominated as his fiscal, Don Manuel Casanova, who was out of employ on account of his liberal opinions, and the result of his exertions was the discovery of the understanding which C- and the other wealthy persons had with the band of robbers. They were all

imprisoned, and the law would have taken its course, had not the political changes of 1832 given them the means of frustrating Zumalacarregui. They had already offered him large sums of money, but he remained incorruptible, and hence they caused him to be accused of encouraging rebellion against the government. This charge was sufficient to occupy his attention, and divert him from all other subjects, and although he fully succeeded in proving the falsity of all that had been alleged against him, he was deprived of his command. Casanova was employed in the army, C― was set at liberty, and the band continue their depredations even to the present day, if we may trust the Spanish Diarios.

Zumalacarregui went to Madrid, and by means of his friend, Don L. Armero, who held a situation in the war department, was sent to Pampluna. Here he remained till one day, when he was buying a horse, he was observed by the Marquis del Moncayo, and was thus accosted: "This is not the time for you to buy a horse." Zumalacarregui perceived that a new persecution was on foot, and hence he immediately left Pampluna, and went to join the royalists, who had declared for Don Carlos.

With about £10 sterling in his pocket, and with ten men, each of whom had four cartridges, Zumalacarregui organized the Carlists, and provided them with arms, snatched in the field of battle from the hands of the enemy. Generals Mina, Baron de la Rondelet, Sarsfield, Marquis de Moncayo, Cordova, Ora, Lorenzo, and the celebrated Don Diego de Leon, (worthy of a better fate,) with the best Spanish troops, and aided by three foreign legions, opposed Zumalacarregui with a force 100,000 strong, and with all the advantages of cavalry and artillery; but such was the military skill of the Carlist general, that he vanquished all his enemies, whether in open field or in the capture of a fortress.

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He had attained the eminence of his glory, when he was struck in the thigh by a cannon-ball, as he was reconnoitering a point of the wall of Bilboa. It was necessary to remove him at once from the spot. The paymaster, Don F. Mendigaña, came to him, and asked him if he had any money, "Not a farthing," was the reply, upon which he received £100 sterling. In a few days the ball was extracted, an operation which caused him great pain, and he plainly perceived that his end was drawing near. A priest having confessed him, a notary approached, and said, What is your Excellency's fortune, and to whom do you leave it?"-" All that I have in the world," said Zumalacarregui, "consists of my wife, and my three daughters, to whom I can leave nothing." Indeed, when after his death an inventory of his effects was taken by his brother-in-law, it appeared that his entire property was -three brace of pistols, a sabre, a hunting piece, a sword, three horses, a mule, a telescope, with which he had been presented by Colonel Garwood, and finally, £12 out of the 100 just mentioned, which he had distributed among the men who carried his litter.

Thus died Don Tomas Zumalacarregui, at the age of 46. His titles were, Captain-General of the Troops of Don Carlos, Duke of Victory, Grandee of Spain of the First Class, and Grand Cross of the Royal and Military Order of San Fernando. In height he was five feet two inches, his shoulders were broad, one being somewhat higher than the other. He did not, when walking, hold his head erect, but looked

upon the ground, as if absorbed in deep meditation. His eyes were as penetrating as those of an eagle, his complexion was clear, and his hair, which he wore short, was very thick and of a dark brown, though in his latter days he began to turn gray. His whiskers joining his mustachios gave him a truly military appearance.

Zumalacarregui was so devoted to his military occupations, that he scarcely allowed himself time for the common necessaries of life. Often did he allow his dinner to wait till it served for a supper, because he could not bestow a minute upon it. His apartment was constantly full of persons, to all of whom he showed great attention, especially the unfortunate. However, when not occupied by his military labours he displayed much of that gallantry which is common with Spanish officers; so that if in war he might be compared to Alcides, he could be a kind of Alcibiades in peace. Gaming he abhorred, and of all pastimes his favourite was the chase. His temper was somewhat irascible, and he was impatient under contradiction; but it should be observed, that if his anger was soon aroused, it was equally soon allayed. To the haughty he was haughty in his turn, to the unpretending he was affable; hypocrisy he detested, while he was a zealous advocate for religion. He revered talent in any station, while he himself was capable of performing the duties of general, colonel, captain, serjeant, corporal, horse or foot soldier and engineer, all at once. So cautious was he in his proceedings that he never signed a paper without reading it twice, and never gave orders without making the person who received them repeat them accurately, to show that they were understood. With a person of such keen discernment as Zumalacarregui, imposture was impossible, and true merit was always sure of being discovered. His generosity was unbounded, and an unwearied energy was among the most prominent features of his character. True it is,

that most heads of parties fall with the parties themselves, but of Zumalacarregui we think it may safely be predicted, that posterity will look back upon him as upon a Cid or a Carpio.

A few anecdotes of this extraordinary man cannot fail to be interesting.

Don

In 1827, when Zumalacarregui was colonel of the first regiment of the line, and this regiment was passing through Madrid to join the army of observation in Estremadura, he called upon the CaptainGeneral of Castille, with his officers, to pay him his respects. Francesco Ocaña, who had been appointed to this regiment a few days before by the king, chanced to be of the party; and the general, who had been displeased with his conduct on a former occasion, rebuked him in somewhat sharp terms, while he commended Zumalacarregui and the other officers. Zumalacarregui, far from thanking him, said, "Señor General, this is not the time to treat in such a manner any officer whom the king may have placed under my orders, and whom, consequently, it is my duty to defend. Your excellency may complain to his majesty, but as long as he remains in a regiment of which I am colonel, I will not allow even a Captain-General of Castille to insult my subaltern Ocaña." So saying, he walked out of the room. It should be observed that Ocaña was a liberal, and therefore differed in politics from Zumalacarregui.

He never had more clothes than those upon his back; nevertheless, on

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