;.FOREST AND STREAM. 



three times, (not necessarily consecutively,) before becom- 

 ing the property of the winner. In case tics are made at 

 any range that cannot be decided under the rules without 

 "shooting off," the competitors making them will be al- 

 lowed to shoot at the next distance. No practicing to be 

 done on the day of the match The first contest will occur 

 on the 14th inst. 



We intend giving our readers the fullest description of 

 these and all other matches. 



On Saturday next, at o:30 P. M., the fifth regular match 

 for the Amateur Rifle Club Badge, will take place at Creed- 

 moor. Open only to members of the Amateur Rifle Club, 

 with any rifle not over ten pounds in weight, the trigger 

 not less than three pounds test pull; telescope sights ex- 

 cluded; distance, 500 yards, position, any, but without arti- 

 ficial rest; rounds, seven, with the privilege of one sight- 

 ing shot. The badge to become the property of any mem- 

 ber winning it three times. 



JPb Morse mid flu (fronitse. 



— At Prospect Park Fair Grounds near Brooklyn, a match 

 of $500, mile heats, best three in line, to wagon, between 

 Lady Pell and Ruby, came off on October 30th. Lady Pell 

 won. On October 31st, the first race at Prospect Park was 

 fo? a purse of $500 for 2:28 class. Joker won the race in 

 splendid style in three straight heats. Time— 2 :27f— 2 :28f 

 — 2 :27. The next race was a match of $500, mile heats, 

 best three in five in harness, between Louise and Lady 

 Wood. Louise won the first heat and Lady Wood the next 

 three and won the match. The next race was a match of 

 $1,000 against time, ten miles in forty minutes. D. Gil- 

 mour's Delver trotted the distance with ease in 33m. 46sec. 

 On November 1st, the great race between Judge Fuller- 

 ton, American Girl and Camors, for a purse and stake of 

 $4,000 took place. Judge Fullerton won. Shortest time — 

 2:21. 



— The last day of the annual meeting of the Maryland 

 Jockey Club took place on October 28th. The attendance 

 was much more numerous than on the previous days. The 

 first race was for a purse of $400 for two-year-olds ; one 

 mile. Six horses started. McDaniel's bay colt won by two 

 lengths. Time — 1:56. The second race was a two-mile 

 heat handicaps for all ages. Chickabby won the first heat 

 and Bessie Lee the two last, distancing all the others. 

 Time— 4:06*— 4:06i. The third race was for the Consola- 

 tion purse of $500 for horses that had run and not won 

 during the meeting. Mile heats. Eight horses came to the 

 post, all of which were distanced after the first heat, (not 

 being ready when the bell rang), except Artist and Merodac. 

 Artist won the second and third heats and the race. Time 

 —1:57 — 2:00^. The fourth and last race of the meeting 

 was a steeplechase post stakes, $25 entrance, with $750 ad- 

 ded by the Club. Distance about two miles and a half 

 o\ier a fair hunting course. Duffy, the favorite, won. 



— There was a good attendance at Deerfoot Park, near 

 Brooklyn, on October 29th, to witness several exciting 

 trots. Purse of $300 for horses that had never beaten 2:34. 

 Mile heats; best three in five in harness. There was some 

 unpleasant feeling manifested in regard to the driver of 

 Tanner Boy after winning three heats. The next race was 

 the 2:30 class, for a purse of $400, and was finished October 

 30th. Five horses started. Spotted Colt won. 



— At the Suffolk Driving Park, Babylon, L. I. Crown 

 Prince beat Young Bruno in three straight heats. Time — 

 2:27i— 2:31i— 2:30. 



Bots IjST Horses. — In the Popular Science Monthly there is 

 a short article relative to the power of endurance manifested 

 by the larvse of some insects, and among them of the bot fly. 

 It mentions a case where a piece of the stomach of a dead 

 horse, which was covered with bot worms was spread on a 

 board, and spirits of turpentine was poured on the worms, 

 vet after an hour not one was detached from the flesh. 

 Then whale oil was poured on them, when they let go their 

 hold, and died almost immediatly. Hence the inference 

 that whale oil should be used to detach the worms from the 

 living horse, when attacked by bots. 



Says one of our correspondents, the following is a sure* 

 cure for bots in horses: — Give the horse two quarts of new 

 milk and one quart of molasses mixed; in fifteen minutes 

 give two quarts of strong sage tea ; in thirty minutes give 

 three pints of raw linseed oil, a sure cure in the worst cases. 

 The molasses and milk make the bots let go, the sage tea 

 will pucker them up, and the oil will carry them off. 



Bots are the larvse of the bot fly, which deposits its eggs 

 upon the hair of the fore legs of the horse, whence, via 

 mouth, they are swallowed and cause the 'bots' in horses. 



Feeding Horses. — Waring says: "Very much of the 

 value and availability of the horse depends on .the quality 

 and quantity of his food and on the manner in which it is 

 given to him. Too much at one time, too little at another, 

 i'ood of improper kinds, or in a bad state of preparation, is 

 the foundation of one half the ills that horseflesh is heir to. 

 There is no worse econoury than the stinting of food, or 

 the administering of bad food because it is cheap. Also, 

 there ir no more wasteful practice than the giving of too 

 rich and expensive food. Neither is there a greater source 

 of loss in connection with the keeping of farm horses than 

 the neglect to which they are systematically subjected. 

 The horse, even in the rudest state, is of a somewhat deli- 

 cate organization. His powers are very great — greater than 

 is generally supposed ; but in order to their development 

 and to their long endurance, it is necessary that he be fed 

 with the greatest care and with an ever watchful judgment. 

 Probably the capital investment in farm horses in the 

 United States would go twice as far — that is, the animals 

 would last in the useful condition twice as long— if they 

 were thoroughly well fed and cared for. 



Erf mid Mrmm. 



E assert that all experience in England and this coun- 

 try shows that there is no real feeling for the higher 

 development of music in the Anglo Saxon people, what- 

 ever that designation may mean. Englishmen and their 

 descendants in the United States are, as a rule, incapable 

 by nature of their blood and brains of feeling sublime emo- 

 tions, from the representations of the Grand Opera, We 

 venture to assert without fear of contradiction, that a 

 healthy, well developed American citizen of the 

 best type does not exist, who, however much 

 he might affect raptures over " Trovatorc" or 

 "Don Giovani" and their attendant train, does not, 

 deep down in his interior judgment, feel a sovereign con- 

 tempt for the whole conglomeration. We can recall many 

 of these artificial admirers of the opera who, fifteen or 

 twenty years ago, went in for building an Academy of 

 Music, and who were to be seen night after night in the 

 boxes waving their white kids with enthusiasm over the 

 reigning stars who, now that they are matured men, would 

 deny with much promptness that they ever did such a 

 thing; yet a love cf music understood, is inherent, and 

 strikes with equal sweetness upon the mind old or the mind 

 young. 



What is the character of the music one hears trolled in 

 our streets, giving to the true observer the key-note to our 

 national taste*? What are the tunes one hears dinned by 

 the tired mechanic or whistled merrily by the boot-black, 

 if they have no "brunette blood" in them? In fact what 

 are the tunes you hear ventilated in the highways, by 

 whomsoever sung, whether by the traveled coxcomb, 

 newsboy, broker, or policeman? They are just such ec- 

 centricities of melody as "Popsey Wopsey," "Down in the 

 Coal Mine," "Molly Darling," "bat Beetle German Band" 

 — in fact whatever may happen to be the reigning favorite 

 of the hour. The American nature musically, runs as nat- 

 urally into something that is a stirring air, or the simple bal- 

 lad, or it runs to speculation and recklessness. Our people 

 get off their enthusiasm in business, and they have no time 

 because they have no desire to see a "six-foot" gentleman 

 bewailing his misfortunes under the really grotesque situa- 

 tion of musical accompaniements. 



With two operatic companies, during the present sea- 

 son, struggling for supremacy, with competent artists in 

 the various departments, with the stock of operas equal to 

 those that delight the Parisians at the Italian Opera and 

 the Theatre de 1' Opera Comique, and quite on a par with 

 the ones which amuse educated John Bull «at Covent Gar- 

 den and her Majesty's Theatre, Haymarket, we have, 

 doubtless, some reason to believe that we are a musical 

 population. Mr. Max Maretzek, during the brief engage- 

 ment of his superior troupe, has had no cause possibly to 

 quarrel with liis receipts. As for Mr. Strakosch, he has 

 so far given no signs that the opera has not been fairly pat- 

 ronized, but with less enthusiasm than in former years, 

 when he has marshalled his operatic hosts to victory and 

 legitimate plunder. 



That the opera has no home in the hearts of our people is 

 eloquently illustrated by the uncertainty of its appearance. 

 Even if expected, its friends have to preliminarily draw up 

 subscriptions and recruits and prepare the way for its com- 

 ing by artificial excitement. It is nothing more than a 

 guest which we receive with honor; for it is respectable 

 and of courtly associations "over the water." But we soon 

 get wearied of its peculiar and antf republican ways; 

 the masses which wait upon its presentation, if gentlemen, 

 chafe under the discipline of the "straight- jacket dresses" 

 and the ladies are rapturous because they can display their 

 last new dress. 



But there is one American city— New Orleans— (an 

 adopted child) where the opera for more than 

 half a century has had a home, enshrined in 

 the traditions and hearts of an entire community. Old 

 men of that city who still maintain their love, talk with en- 

 thusiasm of what they saw and heard in the days of their 

 youth. Opera in New Orleans "from the earliest times" 

 has been performed from October to May, opening with a 

 crowded and delighted audience, and closing at the end of 

 the season with a brilliant ovation. 



The truth is, it is a curious thing to see how this love for 

 the higher graces of music pervades the entire Creole pop- 

 ulation of that city— that is, that portion of the population 

 directly descended from the original French and Spanish 

 inhabitants. They do not seem to be educated into this 

 love, so much as born with it. The opera is one of their 

 necessities, like their dinner and their sleep. No Creole is 

 too old, no Creole cmi hardly be too young to enjoy it. 

 Your true Creole has his "seven ages" (as we all have) like 

 the man in Monsieur Jacques' world ;but whatever may be his 

 time of life from the "whining school boy" era, to the 

 "lean and slippered pantaloon" epoch, he never loses his 

 deep and critical sense of enjoyment in the opera. 



To the Creole, music is the spirit of his existence. During 

 the day, in his walks, at home, at work, wherever it may 

 be he hums some favorite aria; and at night the old French 

 quarter, up to the small hours, is often alive and ringing 

 with cleverly executed cavatinas. This is not imitation; it 

 is only the expression of keen enjoyment and genuine ap- 

 preciation. To such a community, whether man or woman, 

 youth or maiden, the drama has no innate claim upon na- 

 ture or imagination, it is only the opera that fills the soul. , 



In explanation somewhat of this absorbing sentiment we 

 should say that the Grand Opera of New Orleans is French, 

 that it is consequently sung in a language familiar to the 

 delighted audience. That the action, ihe stories told, the 



traditions suggested, appeal to the imaginations, the main 

 springs of which "are still in Normandy," and the proverb- 

 ial love of these people for home and its hundred associa- 

 tions, is the last to die in the child of La Belle France. 



Our recollections of a grand night at the Opera House of 

 New Orleans can never be effaced. It presented the mu- 

 sical taste of the most musical of American cities, brought 

 face to face with, the stranger. The parquette crowded 

 with the young bloods and their experienced elders. The 

 box circle (with its back-ground of logos brilliant with olive 

 complexions, and great dark flashing, fascinating eyes— 

 their owners dazing with toilets fresh from the most artistic 

 hands of Paris; the gallants, with exquisite grace loitering 

 in the corridors; the substantial tradesmen and their fami- 

 lies in the loges grilleee in the third gallery; the hard-handed 

 workmen thronging the quevrtriemes, insensible, for the mo- 

 ment, to the cost of the ticket, but with all his senses rivet- 

 ed upon the most subtle touch of the musicians of the or- 

 chestra, or the most delicate note of the favorite singer; 

 while up near the mythological chariots of the frescoed 

 ceiling, the "colored population," with its native love of 

 harmony cultivated hy the surrounding atmosphere, was in 

 goodly numbers, absorbed in ecstacy. 



But there was another charm. The fashionable schools 

 of New Orleans under the charge of Parisian teachers, where 

 was gathered the brightest and most beautiful of the Creole 

 and American population, had as part of their "regular 

 studies" a weekly visit to the opera, the expense of the 

 ticket, the carriage hire and other incidentals being charged 

 in the bill, along with "use of the globes." It was a 

 fascinating sight to see these youthful beauties, charming 

 representatives of two conquering nations, one of the 

 Northern and the other of the Southern type, file into their 

 loge under the guardianship of the teacher, who directed 

 their every motion with the precision of an army martinet; 

 if one of the young ladies needlessly rumpled one fold of her 

 dress, or shook one ringlet, or gave one too emotional 

 look for the occasion, this earnest chaperon would flash her 

 eye in reproof, and shake her gloved finger in condemnation. 

 And then, when the curtain rose, how these young beau- 

 ties, with hearts palpitating with absolute rapture had to 

 suppress their feelings, so as to keep the full demonstration 

 of their pent-up joy until the duenna gave the signal, and 

 then, and not till then could they flash their bright eyes 

 and wave their fans and flash their gloves at the opera 

 singers, as understood by the watchful duenna, but really at 

 the admiring beaux who were gazing at them from the box 

 circle. 



Nor should we forget to mention the "happy conceit" of 

 having delicate refresements handed in at the loges between 

 the acts, and the visiting of intimate acquaintances; in fact 

 the absolute "ceremonious receptions," so full of compli- 

 ment and grace, that went to fill up and enrich these de- 

 lightful entertainments— delightful because thoroughly en- 

 joyed. Nor were the interludes, though long, ever heavy 

 to any, for the neighboring salons are filled by the members 

 of the audience, sipping delicately the harmless claret or 

 indulging in an ice, or talking of the last song and the last 

 musical triumph, the discussion made piquant by two or 

 three puffs of a cigarette. 



Over all was the wonderful spell of appreciation which 

 would, on the spot, detect a false note from a popular fa- 

 vorite, and surely applaud a fine burst from a 

 subordinate. We can gather up most noble and imperial 

 audiences in New York; but for a delighted, brilliant as- 

 semblage the members of which, though in the height of 

 fashion, could for the moment forget, its severe rule, where 

 the sons of labor could mingle with the children of art, 

 where the whole soul of all present for the nonce was 

 annealed into one great heartfelt appreciation of music that 

 never was in our city— never in our country, except in New 

 Orleans. 



The reception of Mr. Lester Wallack on the night of his 

 first appearance was turned into a floral ovation. He 

 gathered up bouquets until he was fatigued, then he was 

 assisted in his work by his fellow actors; finally the labor 

 was found to interfere with the progress of the play, and 

 flowers were literally crushed into the boards of the stage. 

 Miss Clara Morris is announced to appear at the Union 

 Square Theatre. We have no doubt of her cordial recep- 

 tion. Her hold upon the public is created by excellent act- 

 ing, great natural ability, and a quietness of manner that 

 is invincible in its charming effects. We hope the day is 

 not far distant when she will be seen in some role requiring 

 a more intense dramatic action and breadth of illustration 

 than is afforded in the "society play." 



On Monday evening Mr. Edwin Booth appeared at his 

 own theatre, in his favorite part of Hamlet. It is evident 

 from remarks we see, guised under the head of criticisms' 

 that Salvini has upset some of the traditionary ideas of how 

 the "melancholy Dane" should act. We presume that 

 commentators on Shakspeare will never understand that a 

 character in a play, when illustrated on the stage, is the act- 

 or's conception, and not Shakspeare's. If this were not the 

 case what would be the difference between a clown's rendi- 

 tion of Shakspeare, and Kemble's rendition, both reading 

 the same text? 



Mr. John E. Owens, the best of commedians, is engaged 

 for the week at the Park Theatre, Brooklyn, in his favorite 

 role of "Solon Shingle" and "that bar'l of apple sass." He 

 will be supported by a company whose strength has been 

 sufficiently tested already this season to guarantee the suc- 

 cess of the week's programme. The Park Theatre, under 

 its new management, is certainly deserving of liberal pa- 



tronaoe. 



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