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THE CABINET OF NATURAL HISTORY, 
eye, the gooseander, the green-winged teal, the harlequin 
duck, the long-billed curlew, the richly coloured mallard, 
the rare red-headed duck, the yellow-winged gadwale, the 
diver or fisher duck, the dusky duck, the sooty tern, the 
goose, and various species of plover. All these, and 
others of equal beauty and delicacy, may be found by the 
eager sportsman soaring around our shores, or by the no 
less eager gourmand , smoking upon the boards of our 
friends Boyden, Graham, Hunt, and Malfa. It is hard to 
determine whether they are more delightful to the eye 
when rocking on the rolling billow, traversing the empty 
fields of air, or served up with pickles and oysters, flanked 
with a bottle or two of ’s most particular, from the 
right binn in the cellar. But the true sportsman should be 
able to look with a cold eye upon all such epicurean dain- 
ties. An ounce of bread, and a cup of water, (dashed with 
a sprinkling of the choicest Irish or Columbian,) should 
content his simple palate. Let him adopt for a motto this 
scrap from a beautiful ode of Horace. 
Premant Calena falce, quibus dedit 
Fortuna vitem ; dives et aureis 
Mercator exsiccet culullis 
Vina, Syra reparata merce, 
Dis carus ipsis, quippe ter et quater 
Anno revisens sequor Atlanticum 
Impune. Me pascunt Olivse, 
Me chichorea levesque Olivse. 
Frui paratis et valido mihi, 
Latoe, dones, et, precor, integra 
Cum mente ; nec turpem senectam 
Degere, nec cithara carentem. 
But since the days of the Latin bard, even the e< Olivse” 
have been esteemed by the capricious tastes of man as the 
highest luxury, therefore the frugal sportsman may sub- 
stitute for it whatever unsophisticated dish he pleases. 
M. 
From the London Sporting Magazine. 
STANZAS TO MY HORSE. 
BY BUIWEK. 
Come forth, my brave steed ! the sun shines on the vale, 
And the morning is bearing its balm on the gale — 
Come forth my brave steed, and brush off as we pass, 
With the hoofs of thy speed, the bright dew from the grass. 
Let the lover go warble his strains to the fair — 
I regard not his rapture, and heed not his care ; 
But now, as we bound o’er the mountain and lea, 
I will weave, my brave steed, a wild measure to thee. 
Away and away ! — I exult in the glow 
Which is breathing its pride to my cheek as we go; 
And blithely my spirit springs forth — as the air 
Which is waving the mane of thy dark flowing hair. 
Hail, thou gladness of heart ! and thou freshness of soul ! 
Which have never come o’er me in pleasure’s control — 
Which the dance and the revel, the bowl and the board, 
Tho’ they flush'd, and they fever’d, could never afford. 
In the splendour of solitude speed we along, 
Through the silence but broke by the wild linnet’s song ; 
Not a sight to the eye — not a sound to the ear— 
To tell us that sin and that sorrow are near. 
Away — and away — and away then we pass, 
The blind mole shall not hear thy light hoof on the grass; 
And the time which is flying, whilst lam with thee, 
Seems as swift as thyself — as we bound o’er the lea. 
THE LION AND THE BEAR. 
We were yesterday, (22d March,) informed that on 
Tuesday last a Bear was taken to the Menagerie now ex- 
hibiting in this city, and let down into the cage of an Afri- 
can Lion, twenty-four years of age, with the belief that it 
would be immediately torn to pieces. Many people assem- 
bled under the awning which encompasses the exhibition 
to witness the scene, but all were disappointed and struck 
with astonishment; for although the Bear, so soon as he 
had reached the bottom of the cage, placed himself in a 
fighting position, and once or twice flew at the Lion, with 
the apparent intention of commencing the battle, the Lion 
did not attempt to injure it, but on the contrary, after 
some time had elapsed, placed his paw on the Bear’s head 
as if to express its pity for its helpless situation, and 
evinced every disposition to cultivate friendship. 
Having heard and read much of the Lion’s nobleness of 
disposition, and understanding that the Bear was still in 
the cage, prompted by curiosity, we visited the Menagerie 
this morning, and actually saw them together. The mana- 
ger of the Lion tells us that since the Bear has been put 
into the cage no person has dared to approach it, and that 
the Lion had not slept for three hours, but continues con- 
stantly awake to guard his weaker companion from dan- 
ger. The Lion, says the manager, suffers the Bear to eat 
of whatever is thrown into the cage until he has enough, 
but will scarcely touch food himself. 
During the time that we remained, the Lion once or 
twice walked to the end of the cage opposite to that at 
which the Bear was lying, and some person motioned 
