successful. No Courtier would affirm that his Hounds were fleeter, than those of the KING, until Sir WILLIAM ST. CLAIR, of Rosline, unceremoniously said, he would wager his HEAD, that his two favourite Dogs," HELP and HOLD," would kill the Deer, before she could cross the March-burn. The KING instantly caught at his unwary Offer, and betted the Forest of PENTLAND MOOR, against the LIFE of Sir WILLIAM ST. CLAIR. All the Hounds were tied up, except a few Ratches or slow Hounds, to rouse the Deer; whilst Sir WILLIAM ST. CLAIR, posting himself in the best Situation for slipping his Dogs, prayed devoutly to CHRIST, the blessed VIRGIN, and St. Katharine. The Deer was shortly after roused, and the Hounds slipped; Sir WILLIAM following on a gallant Steed, to cheer his Dogs. The Hind, however, reached the middle of the Brook, upon which the Hunter, threw himself from his Horse, in Despair. At this critical Moment, however, HOLD, stopped her in the Brook; and HELP, coming up, turned her back, and killed her on Sir WILLIAM's Side. The KING descended from the Hill, embraced Sir WILLIAM, and bestowed on him, the Lands of Kirkton, Laganhouse, Earncraig, &c. in free Forestrie. Sir WILLIAM, in Acknowledgment of ST. KATHARINE's Intercession, built the Chapel of ST. KATHARINE in the Hopes, the Chapelyard of which, is still to be seen. The Hill from which ROBERT BRUCE, beheld this memorable Chase, is still called the KING's Hill, and the Place where Sir WILLIAM hunted, is called the Knight's Field. This adventurous

* The Tomb of Sir WILLIAM ST. CLAIR, on which he ap pears, sculptured in Armour, with a Greyhound at his Feet, is still to be seen in Rosline Chapel. The Person, who shows it, always tells the Story of his Hunting Match, with some Addition to Mr. HAY'S Account; as that the Knight of Rosline's

Huntsman, married ELIZABETH, Daughter of MALICE SPAR, Earl of ORKNEY and STRATHERN E, in whose Right, their Son HENRY was, in 1379, created Earl of ORKNEY, by HACO, KING of NORWAY. His Title was recognized by the KINGS of SCOTLAND, and remained with his Successors, until it was annexed to the CROWN, in 1471, by Act of Parliament. In exchange for this Earldom, the Castle and Domains of Ravens-craig, or Ravensheuch, were conferred on WILLIAM ST. CLAIR, Earl of CAITHNESS.

A Fox CHASE in Rhyme, has already been printed, a versified STAG Hunt, may not be an improper Accompaniment, and which appeared, Anno 1811, under the Appellation of SPORT, super extraordinary.

Ye Riders so fam'd, in the Field, and the Race,
Whose Mothers first taught you to lisp " Chevy Chace,"
Now own Chevy Chace, must abate its Renown,

When compar'd with the Chasing of Elborough Down..

Fright, made him Poetical, and that in the last Emergency, he shouted,

HELP, haud, an' ye may,

Or ROSLINE will lose his Head, this Day.

If this Couplet, does him no great Honour as a Poet, the Conclusion of the Story, does him still less Credit. He set his Foot on the Dog, says the Narrator, and killed him on the Spot, saying, he would never again put His Neck in such a Risque. As Mr. HAY does not mention this Circumstance, I hope it is only founded, on the couchant Posture of the Hound, on the MONUMENT.

For that Nimrod of Hunters, so gallant and bold,
The brisk Colonel THORNTON, as gay as he's old,
Swore stoutly he'd give his Adventures a Sequel,
And produce such a Hunt—as no History can equal.

The Circles of Fashion, have settled, that AGE,
In Cheeses, in Ladies, in Wine, is the Rage,
So He vow'd, he would fully give Fashion its due,
And then turn'd out a Stag, which he christen'd-OLD Q.
The Hounds he selected-the Pack of all Packs-
Had nothing but plenty of AGE, on their Backs;
While the Leader of all, little MODISH appears,
"A beautiful Bitch, aged thirty-five Years!"
The COLONEL, the Picture of TIME, took a Freak
On a worn-out old Hunter, called-Modern Antique;
Yet, spite of hard Work, looking beauteously fresh,
Only low, like its MASTER, in Spirit and Flesh.

The Stag once turn'd down, Horse and Dog went away, And for Forty long Miles, made most exquisite Play, Till one-then another-fell jaded with Pain,

And the dead and the dying, strew'd SALISBURY PLAIN. Two Couples still hunted, unconquer'd and tough;

But the Stag now declaring-" He thought he'd enough;" And the Stag-hounds, not less than the COLONEL, well

bred,

Beg'd leave to decline it-their Stomachs were fled.
But a Knife did the business! and cut the last Twig
Of the Life of that STAG-who now died like a PIG!

And now came of all, the most difficult Bout,

To pick up the Rags of this "revellous Rout"

Some Fox-hounds, some Greyhounds, some Terriers, some

Curs;

Some Riders with Boots, and some Boots without Spurs;

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Proud Ponies, whose Pride had experienc'd a Fall;
And JUPITER Hunters-unable to crawl!-

The COLONEL and Horse, as the Evening grew dark,
Were safely convey'd in a Cart, to SPY PARK!
While MODISH, whose Gaiety never could fail,
Delightfully gambol'd about-the Cart's Tail.

Be proud then, Old SARUM! and long let the Strain, 'Midst the Chalk-pits and Shepherds, of SALISBURY'S Plain

O! long let thy Vallies re-echo the Song,

Of a Hunting so feeble! so aged! so long!—

Abounding with Facts, which no History can mentionAnd pompously grac'd by-the FLOWERS of INVEN

TION!!

To Major HAZZARD, of Beaufort, SOUTH CAROLINA, the Compiler feels himself extremely gratified, for his Communication respecting the Sporting, in that Part of AMERICA. Hinting at our Forest Laws, He remarks, "The AMERICANS have very curious Sentiments, on this Subject. WE say, how is it possible, that any Nation, would suffer, or consent, that a Part of her People, to the total Exclusion of the Rest, should (under any Denomination whatever,) claim to themselves, the exclusive Right of using THAT, which God, in his unerring Wisdom, and Goodness, has absolutely, and freely given, for the USE of THE WHOLE. Pardon me, my good Sir, for these Observations! born and educated in this happy Country, and having never been in any other, I am at a loss to account, for any People's having ever, in the first Instance, sub

mitted to such an Establishment of Things; for I find by your Book, FEw are allowed to enjoy that, which ALL are fond of, and desirous of partaking.

"As I am giving you some Trouble, permit me to amuse you, with a Description of one of our CAROLINA, Hunting Parties, which will also enable you to judge, of the Dogs we want. It may be unnecessary to tell you, that the largest Portion of our COUNTRY, is one continued FOREST, interspersed throughout, which runs down to our Rivers; there are a great number of SWAMPS, in the natural Vent of our Waters to the OCEAN, their Width vary, from half a Mile, to three, they are thick Covers, and therefore complete Shelter for all Kinds of our GAME, which are always to be found, more or less in them. A Day being fixed upon, for a general Hunt, all the Sportsmen meet at a given Point, with their Huntsmen and Hounds, there are few of us, which keep more than ten Couple, but then every one having some Dogs, they make a very large PACK, when they are all collected: the Sportsmen are then equally divided, one half going on one Side of the Swamp, and the other part on the opposite Side; they then arrange themselves within gun-shot of each other, and being all armed with Double Barrel Guns, are ready for the Sport, which commences the Moment the Dogs, and Huntsmen are turned in; these Swamps are skirted, with fine high PINE Barrens, which being open, are famous shooting Ground: soon as the Dogs enter, the Game run out, and are fired upon by the first Sportsman they come to, they then take back to the Cover, and double with the Dogs in full Cry. It is not unusual in one of the largest of our Swamps, to drive out of them in one Day's Hunt, DEER, WOLVES, BEARS, FOXES, WILD CATS, and a great Quantity of WILD TURKEYS, any of which the Sportsman shoots as

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