80 Noles of tlie Mwilh on \_3vhY, 



by him for the honour of God or the good of man, and we shall be happy 

 to give him full credit for the exertion. There, too, is ray lord of Derry, 

 the receiver of the enormous sum of fifteen thousand pounds a-year, and 

 ujnvards, for tlie last five-and-twenty years ; let him shew anything 

 done, for this four hundred thousand pounds, except the signature of his 

 receipts, and we shall be ready to applaud even the Bishop of Derry. 



All the Epsom and Newmarket world know that the racer. Colonel, 

 broke one of his sinews at a late race; and we give the following state- 

 ment, as, we hope, a lesson to those dukes and earls who would have 

 sold Colonel, if he had been in their possession, for fifty pounds to the 

 first innkeeper ; with the moral certainty, that after one year's chaise- 

 dragging, he would be sold by the innkeeper for five pounds to the 

 driver of a dung-cart ; who in six months would have sold him for 

 twenty shillings to the whipper-in of the county hunt, who would have 

 given Colonel to the hounds. The racer has, luckily, now another tale 

 to tell.— 



" The accident which befel his Majesty's horse Colonel, in running the 

 second heat for the Oatlands, will prevent his again appearing as a racer. 

 Although offered a very large sum for him, his Majesty has declared his inten- 

 tion not to part with a horse that was so special a favourite with his late 

 Majesty, and that is so well calculated to improve the breed of English horses. 

 In consequence of the accident, the gold cup now rests betv/een Lord Exeter 

 and Sir Mark Wood." 



We care not a straw with whom the gold cup rests ; but we are glad, 

 for the sake of humanity, and for the singular pleasure of finding it 

 in high stations, to record this of the king. We hope the example 

 will be followed ; that it will be felt as a matter of deference to royal 

 tastes, by those to whom it would bn a burlesque to talk of duty or feel- 

 ing, to treat that noble animal the horse with some attention to his 

 capacity of suffering. There can be no doubt that to torture an animal 

 is a crime ; and we can see but little difference between torturingr him 

 ourselves, and handing him over to be tortured by others. 



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The discover)'^ of the course of the Niger at last, might give room to 

 an amusing essay npon the blunders of our doctorcs ponilivi. The Bur- 

 rowes, Leslies, JNIcQueens, PJayfairs, with the whole tribe of African 

 Society people, walk through the streets, hanging down their heads, and 

 in modest blushes shunning the face of society. Every man was not 

 merely wrong, but on principle wrong. It was not " a guess," a ''pro- 

 bable conjecture," a " theory added for want of a better ;" the timidity 

 of ignorance was never less in vogue ; there was not a savant of them 

 all who could not prove by rhomb and rule, by chronometer and the 

 Scotch fiddle, that " there, on that very spot, the Niger rolled into 

 Lake Ichad ; and there, and on this identical spot, it rolled into the fiats 

 of Gondor, bored a way through the Mountains of the IMoon, sunk into 

 the bowels of the earth, expired in the sands of Ethiopia, fell into the 

 Straits of Gibraltar, and made the north-west passage." We have clubbed 

 all the discoveries together ; but each man would have sworn to his 

 own whim, and all would have sworn falsely. There never was such a 

 scene of geographical perjury since the days of Bishop Wilkins — never 

 such groping through the marshes of meteorology — never such mole- 

 eyed digging through geological darkness But the Landers have set- 



