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hunt, and as the spoils of two gunners only, to bring 

 home four deer and a wild turkey? Ye gastron- 

 omes ! who relish the proceeds of a hunt better than 

 its toils and perils a glance at that larder, if you 

 please ! Look at that fine bird so carefully hung 

 up by the neck ; his spurs are an inch and a half in 

 length, his beard eight inches ; what an ample 

 chest! what glossy plumage! his weight is twenty- 

 five pounds ! And see that brave array of haunches ! 

 that is of a buck of two years -juicy, tender, but 

 not fat capital for steaks ! But your eye finds 

 something yet more attractive the saddle of a four- 

 year old doe, kidney covered, as you sec ; a morsel 

 more savoury smokes not upon a monarch's board. 

 How pleasant to eat ! , Shall I say it? how much 

 pleasanter to give away ! Ah, how such things do 

 win their way to hearts men's, and ^oomen > s too I 

 My young sporting friends, a word in your ear : the 

 worst use you can make of your game, is to eat it 

 yourselves. 



Ye city sportsmen ! (we mean, par excellence, 

 the sportsmen of the Commercial Emporium,} who, 

 with abundant pains and trouble, and with note of 

 fearful preparation, marshal your forces for a week's 

 campaign among the plains of Long Island, or the 

 barrens of Jersey and in reward of your toil, bag 

 one brace of grouse, or enjoy a glorious snap at 



