Bathurst, Baron Knesebeck, J. W. Croker, Esq., Jno. Irving, Esq., A. Drummond, Esq., C. Turner, Esq., G. Gregory, Esq., &c., &c., &c. It may also be worthy of remark, that this society, which has been established only four years, has yearly funds amounting to 4001., which is a circumstance almost unprecedented in the annals of agricultural societies.

The society gives premiums to a large amount to farming stock, exclusive of the breeding class, at its October Meeting, besides liberal premiums to all descriptions of ploughing.

I cannot close my remarks upon the above meeting without bearing my testimony to the great joy which the Duke of Cambridge appeared to diffuse amongst all present, his condescending affability shown to the farmers, his anxious inquiries as to the owners of the horses which were fortunate enough to take home a prize,-his asking one how much turnip land he occupied,—a second, as to the quantity of arable land he cultivated, and third, as to the superioriry of Leicestershire as a grazing country, were just such attentions as would gratify a yeoman of Leicestershtre, or indeed any other country, and it will be long before such condescending kindness will be forgotten. Yours, &c. A LEICESTERSHIRE YEOMAN.

TATTERSALL'S.

The betters-round have no reason to complain of the coming Derby,—for it will be seen by the following list that no fewer than thirty-four colts have actually been in the betting during the past month,-besides the "lots" of John Scott, John Day, Lord Jersey, Sir G. Heathcote, and, Mr. Thornhill. Of the colts most steady in the market, we should mention Brother to Bay Middleton, Erin go bragh, The Dey of Algiers, Flambeau, Zimmerman, Epidaurus and Accelerator ;-of those on the advance, The Lord Mayor, Westonian, Æther, and Kremlin ;—and of the retreating force, Ilderim, Fitz Ambo, Tros, Wapiti and Camellino. The metallic pencils have been tolerably industrious on the whole.

"Mr. Jorrocks and the Handley-cross hounds" will not go unchronicled in our next number. A correspondent (Alzdorf) is assured that we betrayed no confidence in availing ourselves of Nimrod's well latined paper on Mr. Jorrocks's pack, intended for Mr. Ackermann's work, Nimrod's observations generally appear in more periodicals than one.

We are obliged by Viator's communication, and shall forward it to the talented correspondent, to whose article it refers.

Venator may be assured that Lord Chesterfield does not give up the Pytchley Hunt next season.

B.'s verses are inadmissible—and we can only recommend him "to try Pitman," whose heavy drag is neither particular as to quantity or quality. The last number of the venerable Sporting Magazine has a song, from a CLIO, to Lord Suffield,—of which the following stuff is a sample :

"There is but one in each heart dwells,

Each tongue in tuneful numbers tells -
The brave, the dauntless, bold, and free,—
And, gallant Suffield, that is thee!
Whose eye of fire, with resistless sway,

Lights where triumph crowns the daring day?

That's a breather, we think !—and B. may visit Warwick-square with hope.

We acknowledge, with thanks, the kindness of the friend who has sent us "the lines on the death of Capt. Morris." The editor of the Literary Gazette, in consequence of noticing our remarks on the old bard favourably, had to reply to a correspondent who held Morrris in rabid abhorrence as a writer of immoral songs. Is it not hard that,'

"The evil that men do, lives after them,"

The good is oft interred with their bones."

We wished to preserve the gold and annihilate the dross ;-but this "nice man" (after Swift) had lost sight of the gold, by keeping the eye of his memory only on the dross.

The letter of Humanitas, complaining of the severe and indiscriminate treatment of hounds in and out of kennel, is received.

Senex's paper is too long and too dull for our pages.

Crito is thanked.-But we are nearly tired of Nimrod and his start for the Craven Stakes. We agree, however, with our correspondent in his remark that "Nimrod is a great man for the profane writers," and from the following passage, taken from p. 98, of the second number of the Sporting Review, he is doubtless atttempting to become a profane writer himself.

"Now all this shews that there is a master-mind at the head of this establishment, which, by its insight into everything, must greatly lessen the expenses of it. It is beautifully said, that not a sparrow falls from the house-top without the knowledge of the Almighty Being; and it may also be said, that nothing in this vast establishment escapes the keen and scrutinizing eye of the nobleman who is at its head. The grandees of my own country would do well to take a leaf out of his book."

Craven's "Historical Work on Racing,"-" the first ever undertaken,"-shall have our attention. It will, indeed, be "a national" production of horse ignorance, foundered grammar, and compound fracture of metaphor!

TURFIANA-No. 3, certainly in our next.

PHILIP BOOTH, ESQ. ON GOLDFRINGE.

Engraved by W. B. Scort, from a Painting by D. Cunliffe.

In the present number of our Magazine, we submit to our readers a portrait of that accomplished and popular sportsman, Philip Booth, Esq. of Milton-hall, Bedford, (at present residing at Bletsoe,) on his favourite hunter, Goldfringe, a horse whose performances in the field have excited the admiration of neighbouring Nimrods, reflecting the highest credit upon the admirable and scientific management of his owner, and proving his own natural and sterling qualities. To those who, within the last twelve years, have attended the Oakley hounds, any observations respecting this gentleman are unnecessary. No member of the club knows the country better than Mr. Booth, or is found in a better place, nor is any one more esteemed by his brother sportsmen, either in the field or at his own hospitable table.

Milton-hall is situated in the most sporting part of the County of Bedford, and is distinguished for its picturesque beauty. To its owner, its locality is no small recommendation, as it is close to the kennel.

Goldfringe was got by Proselyte out of a well bred hunting mare; Proselyte was bred by the Duke of Grafton, being got by Sorcerer, his dam Pope Joan, by Waxy:-the best blood in England.

SURMISES ON THE APPROACHING DERBY

HORSES.

THE Newmarket meetings are beginning to draw within sight; and the rehearsals of the candidates for the great Derby stakes will shortly (to use a theatrical phrase) "be called." May I therefore be permitted, as an old frequenter of the turf,-and a silent observer hitherto of men-horses-and stables,-to surmise a little as to what may happen, what is happening and what betting readers would desire should happen. I do not want to affect the Vates,—though it requires but a calm and considerate review of the past, and view of the present, to make a very decent prophet on racing matters, as prophets go. I can violate no secrets, for I know none. I can commit no trainer,betray no little stable-boy,-endanger no valet out of livery, who has the run of his master's letters ;-for I am in the confidence of none. I cannot hang suspicion on the peg of any head lad's character,—or affect a turf-farrier's repute, or a Newmarket Chief-Justice's probity— for I have had no communication with either influential party. I have looked on, and pondered and balanced this against that,—until my mind rebels against "solitary confinement," and I think it better to talk a little with my fellow creatures. A word or two-and but a word or two-on what is probably doing, and what may be done.

"For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood; I only speak right on;

I tell you that, which you yourselves may know!"

And first, as to the popular stables.-The lot of John Scott, with William Scott as pilot, is a formidable privateer! and lucky would he be, who could truly foretell the great gun of the craft. Reports are heard on all sides, but which is the great gun?-which, in fact, is the best horse in John Scott's stable?—I say Zimmerman.

He had no right to be beaten, I fancy, at Doncaster; and he is a racing-looking animal, and out of The Carpenter's dam. Public running, when it can be got at, is the best criterion ;-and private trials, whispered into the ear of a turf speculator, (if heeded,) would ruin Messrs. Coutts, Drummond, Hoares, Goslings, Smith, Payne, and Smith, Twinings, Bank of England and Company! There is not one of the seventeen horses, which Scott trains, that will not make a martyr of some gentleman's pocket-but again I say, looking at the whole fleet of seventeen sail of the line,—if I must go to sea,-let me voyage with Anson !

John Day's lot begins to tame down-he has some very suspicious Camel animals, which, but for the camel-legs ought to be first in every one's opinion; public running however, requires a continuation of soundness, and should Wapiti and Westonian stand-they will deservedly be great and dangerous favourites. In this stable, however, from the pencils I have seen at work —and the kind of men who have worked them,—I augur that Meunier is destined to be the élite of the cluster.

All agree that Lord Jersey's Brother to Bay Middleton is a fine animal and a good goer ;-he is not however so large a colt as I was led to expect. Nevertheless he is well in, in the Craven meeting, and must be put down as one of the chosen. Ilderim's temper is so bad, that I would not live with him on any terms. The Cain colt looks promising,--but then he has to meet Kremlin the first day of the Craven, and if Kremlin be improved a very little, he will be a troublesome opponent. The Duke of Rutland's Flambeau has just been walking the hospital; but were there no risk of Rat-trap's disease, he carries himself with his head down, in a way, not to please me.

Of the outside ones (health always permitting) I prefer, (and this from what I see too of men,) Tros, Derrynane, Bloomsbury, Ferryman, Valaincourt, (Epsom trained,) and Hamlet to all others.

There I have relieved my mind! I have chattered, with some fear at my short-lived audacity;-and now, in the language of Byron, I -"Tremble into silence as before."

P. JACKET.