Come Jew with thy rings and chains so fine— Let me jostle the crowd upon Ludgate's hill, To resume-friend Acteon, a plain country squire, In the market, no doubt, they would call it "a seat;" 66 With his bankers a safe," with the sex "a sweet man." Hinted, joking of course, with an eye slightly slanting, And then Jane played the chorus, Emmy sang "Chanticleer,” While old mother Gracch-something had always "just been to" him, To call, or invite, or-to stick Susan into him. Alas! that pride should have a fall; Alas! that the envy of 'em all, So proof to all their traps and crosses, Should yield still more to dogs and horses; Or, as Glaucopis set the case, "What a pity he's so much attached to the chase." Kean's life has started many an actor, Childe Harold Byron's fierce men-haters, The hunting tours "took "e'en with Schneiders, A work that a vast deal of merit has, The happiest man that " you shall see :" Of all the many arts and ways That lead a man to proper glory, The rhythm neat—if told in song- With smallish means what great effrontery, * We have his copy, a very curious black letter one, of the original edition, which a great great ancestor of our own bought at the sale in a lot with some couples and blacking bottles. Balls, banquets, Gunter, Julien down, Acteon stood it just three years, And then-o'ercome with costs and cares, 66 Short-answering," slaves with wages due, Farther than this the fable goes, By his own friends and dear relations; When in such terms "a smash" expressed is Enough to prove on what allegory The ancients pitched so strong a story. Be as it may-quite eaten up, Or only out of house and home By friends who stop to dine and sup, Spend it the most immoral way, When in the next new comedy The scampish character comes on, * The well known anecdote of Mr. Muster and his hounds, as see the Notitia. When the father gives his glad consent And how the suitor keeps his carriage: So gentlemen all, with incomes but small, As to making your play for more than a day, want " a gazette of your own ;" With subscriptions collected, With a nerve to ride screws, "On the fast and the loose," And people that really come out for the fun; Just to breakfast and sleep; Of plan the thing has been, and is to be, done. And now, as the poet sighs adieu, If you keep hounds let hounds keep you. THE APPROACHING GROUSE SEASON IN SCOTLAND; OR A FEW WORDS FROM THE MOUNTAINS. BY HAWTHORN. "Scotland, thou land of the mountain and rock, Thou land of the torrent, the pine, and the oak, Of the roebuck, the hart, and the hind. Though bare are thy cliffs, and though barren thy glens, Though bleak thy dun islands appear, Yet noble the deer, and unnumbered the grouse, That roam o'er thy mountains so drear." in Scotland, and over all her highland district of country, contains by Perthshire, our dearly loved Perthshire, is one of the largest counties far the best grouse shooting in Scotland. The scenery of Perthshire, as has been partly hinted, and as can scarcely fail to be inferred from the general contour of the country, is surprisingly varied, and almost uniformly rich, and of every class, from the sublimely wild or romantic to the softly champaign and beautiful; and of every style, from the sternest or most nakedly magnificent, to the fullest of amenities, and lusciousness, and ornament. Excepting only that of Lock Lomond, nearly all the really fine lake scenery of Scotland occurs in Perthshire, and without any exception whatever, the county's aggregate blendings of mountain, and wood, and water into pictures of magnificence and romance, are quite unmatched as to either extent or effect in any other district of Britain. Who that gazes upon the type of all the glorious things which burst upon the eye at Killin, or at the debouch from the Trossacks, will ever again speak in superlatives of the brilliantly pretty Derwent-water, or the calmly beautiful Windermere, or the sullenly pleasant Ulles-water, or any select sheet or point whatever of the Westmoreland lakes? Then as to river scenery, where but in Perthshire shall be found such tumultuous assemblage of rocky eminences, all of whimsical and fantastic form, studded with trees and shrubs, and grouped in the very confusion of boskiness and romance, with wondrous overshadowing hill-screens as occur at the Trossacks at the head of Strath-earne, and on the river Karnnock? or such closely approaching and sheer alpine descents, bringing down sheets of forest from the clouds, and standing with their bases on the margin of rapids and cataracts, as in the wild glens of the Tummel and the Tilt? or such uninterrupted lines of distinctive landscape, ever varying, in all styles, now close, and now expanding playfully, and almost whimsically various in the disposal of a profusion of wood, at first highland, afterwards and long debateably highland and lowland, and eventually subsiding into the more luscious and ornate champaign, as occurs along Strath-tay? or such tremendous defiles, such protuberances of hill almost in contact with hill, lifting the traveller into mid air, sending down walls of rock tufted with scanty shrubs to a dark chasm below, and suspending objects in dreadful giddiness over an impetuous rush and a deafening roar of a wild stream careering in darkness below, as occur at the passes of Killiecrankie, Leney, Spittal of Glenshee, and Aberfoil? Such is but a faint outline of what may be seen and enjoyed in this land of mountain and flood; and among scenes like these have we been wandering for the last fourteen days, that we may be able to give a true and particular account of the grouse-shooter's prospects for the approaching season on the Grampians for old 1849; and during that period we have penetrated many a mountain glen, deep corrie, and boundless moor. On the 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th we hunted a large portion of moors at the head of Strath-earn, and found what birds had been left from last year's shooting, and the destructive disease that played such havoc among the grouse family for these past two seasons; we say, what birds were left have bred well, and over all this district of country, where anything like a stock of old birds were left from last season, good fair shooting may be expected, and the broods seem all to be in a fine healthy state. On the 13th inst. we left the far west, "the land we love best," and on the evening of that day we took up our abode for the night at a pretty shooting-box situated at the base of the far-famed Birnam Hill, Here we remained till the evening of the 15th, |