‘Eel-pie House’. On each side of the lawn 
might he seen different parties doing justice 
to ham sandwiches and bottled cider. After 
the repast, the ‘elder’ gentlemen formed 
into a convivial party; the ‘report of the 
society’ read; and afterwards, the song and 
glee went merrily round; while the 
younger—at least those who were well 
enough—formed themselves in array for a 
country dance, and nimbly-footed to the 
sound of sweet music ‘under the greenwood 
tree'; the more juvenile, felt equal to de¬ 
light at ‘kiss-in-the-ring’ on the grass plat.” 
But all days must come to an end, and so 
did this one. No one teemed tired; sing¬ 
ing and dancing were renewed on the pack¬ 
et, yet all appeared to regret the quickly 
approaching separation. At nine o’clock, 
P. M., the steamer reached her dock, fare¬ 
wells were said, and all pursued their ways 
home. ••All were highly delighted with 
the excursion of the day, enhanced as it 
was by the reflection, that, in the pursuit 
of pleasure, we had assisted the purpose of 
charity.” 
Much has been penned concerning “Cor¬ 
nish Hurling —a sport that occurs during 
this month—yet of which little is known 
on this side of the water. Hurling matches 
are peculiar to Cornwall. These consist of 
contests of skill between the two parties, 
and embrace a great number of men, forty 
to sixty on each side, and often between 
two parishes. Tlie.trials consist of hurling 
a wooden ball, about three inches in diam¬ 
eter. co\ ei ee with a plate of silver, which 
is sometimes gilt, and has commonly a 
motto. “Fair play is good play.” The ac¬ 
companying description—being by an eye¬ 
witness—will be more correct and inter¬ 
esting than if related at second hand. 
“The success depends on catching the 
ball dexterously when thrown up or dealt , 
and carrying it off expeditiously, in spite 
of all opposition from the adverse party; or 
if that be impossible, throwing it into the 
hands of his partner, who, in turn, exerts 
his efforts to convey it to his goal, which is 
often three or four miles distant. This 
sport, therefore, requires a nimble hand, 
a quick eye, a swift foot, and skill in wrest- 
iing, as well as strength, good wind and 
lungs. Formerly, it was practiced annual-1 
ly by those who attended corporate bodies 
in surveying the bounds of parishes; but 
from the many accidents that usually at¬ 
tended the game, it is now scarcely ever 
practiced. Silver prizes used to be awarded 
to the victor in the games.” We would 
think this was rather warm sport for so hot 
a month. 
The people of Cornwall and Devonshire 
are different in their ways and plays, and 
even in their manner of wrestling; the 
formei is noted for its “hug,” the latter for 
kicking shins possibly, there is more 
science exhibited in the former. In Corn¬ 
wall, no kicking is admissable, unless the 
contestents are mutually agreed to it. The 
wrestling is conducted in the following man- 
nei. A hat is thrown in as a challenge, 
which, being accepted by another, the com¬ 
batants unrobe and put on a coarse, loose 
kind of jacket, ot which they take hold, 
and of nothing else; the play then begins. 
Io constitute a fair fall, both shoulders 
must touch the ground, at, or nearly the 
s mie moment. To guard against foul play, 
to decide on the falls, and manage the 
affairs of the day, four or six sticklers —as 
the umpires are called—are chosen to whom 
all these matters are left. This wrestling, 
doubtless, had its origin from the Greek; 
just as it has been renewed in this country_ 
wit h some variations—and called “Collar 
and elbow wrestling,” and any numismatist 
will tell you that the attitudes of the wrest¬ 
lers bear a very close resemblance to the 
figures on old Grecian coins and gems. 
These sports are the delight of all Corn¬ 
wall, and so much interest did one wealthy 
gentleman take in them that he bequeath¬ 
ed the income of an estate to trustees that 
the same might be distributed in a variety 
of prizes, to those who should excel in 
racing, rowing and wrestling. He directed 
that these games should be held every fifth 
year, forever, around a mausoleum! which 
he erected in 1782, on a high rock near the 
town of St. Ives. 
You have often heard the riddle of, “As 
I was going to Saint Ives” propounded, and, 
although the answer has been known for 
many and many a year, you-have doubtless 
wondered what the man with seven wives_ 
he must have been a Mormon—oats and 
