VOL. XXVIII. ere long the creatures would be almost incapable of locomotion, and would absolutely die of fat-the most cruel death in all the catalogue. Therefore, let Sir John Brute and Jerry Sneak henceforth-on the subject of hunting-belong to the dumb animals. Lion-hunting and tiger-hunting are merely cat-hunting on a considerably larger scale;-wolf-hunting and foxhunting are the same modified by climate;-of mart and hare-hunting, more hereafter;-but of bear-hunting it is now our intention to speak, under the guidance and direction of our sporting friend Mr Lloyd, who was born under Ursa Major, and does credit to the celestial sign of Bruin. The passion of the chase is strong in Mr Lloyd's constitution. It seems for years to have been his ruling passion, and to have made him a perfect model of perpetual motion. But like all other passions, ruling or ruled, it can be thrown off ad libitum by a strong-bodied, strong-minded man. All of them, we hold, are in our own power, and at our own disposal. True, that while they are at their acme they hurry us away like whirlwinds. But then they are whirlwinds of our own raising, and we are still the magicians who can either allay the storm, or leap out of it, down upon the soft calm green of tranquillity and peace. Take ambition. You BLACKWOOD'S EDINBURGH MAGAZINE. No. CLXVIII. JULY, 1830. BEAR-HUNTING.* ALL men who are eloquent on the cruelty of hunting, beat their wives. That is a general rule, admitting of no exceptions. There is another. All men who stammer on the cruelty of hunting, are beaten by their wives. Fortunately these classes are not numerous, otherwise we should be a cock-pecked and hen-pecked generation. Humanity, in the long run, rejoices in pursuing unto the death, on foot or horseback, lions, tigers, bears, wolves, hyenas, foxes, marts, and hares. Were you to talk to himself of the cruelty of killing a lion, he would stun you with a roar of derision to a tiger, his stripes would wax blacker and brighter in contempt -to a bear, he would hug you to his heart, as the choicest of all imaginable ninnies-to a wolf, he would suspect you of being a man-trap to a hyena, he would laugh in your face-to a fox, he would give you such a brush as you never had in your life-to a mart, he would look so sweet upon you that you would be scented like a milliner-to a hare, he would prick up his ears in vain emulation of the length of your own, and wonder to see an ass among the Bipeds. They all perfectly well know that they were made to be hunted that they are provided, to fit them for that end, with certain organs and members, which otherwise would be, comparatively speaking, of little or no use, and would get so rusty, that * Field Sports of the North of Europe, comprised in a Personal Narrative of a Residence in Sweden and Norway, in the Years 1827-8. By L. Lloyd, Esq. London. Colburn and Bentley, 1830. Two Vols. VOL. XXVIII. NO. CLXVIII. A EDINBURGH MAGAZINE. No. CLXVIII. JULY, 1830. Vol. XXVIII. . Contents. Bear-HUNTING, 1 A TALE OF ARARAT, 24 We Return No MORE. By Mrs HEMANS, 40 Story of Adam Scott. BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD, 41 THE SILENT MEMBER. No. IV. VOTING BY Proxy, 47 The Jews RELIEF Bill, 50 Messrs NORTH, DOHERTY, AND O'CONNELL, 55 FATIGUING DEBATES, 59 SENSITIVE PRIVY COUNCILLORS, 60 A Real Visjon. BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD, 63 Davy JONES, AND THE YANKEE PRIVATEER, 65 A RY OF THE VALLEY OF Cruagh, 68 Ecloga. CHRISTOPHERUS-Dux-SATELLES, 80 The SAME. TRANSLATED BY TIMOTHY TICKLER, 82 Dan's First PARLIAMENTARY CAMPAIGN, 84 PARTIES, 85 THE REMINISCENCES OF AN OLD MONKEY, THE COUNTRY IN WINTER, 104 SADLER ON THE BALANCE OF FOOD AND NUMBERS OF ANIMATED NATURE, 109 To CORRESPONDENTS, 136 96 EDINBURGH: WILLIAM BLACKWOOD, No. 45, GEORGE STREET, EDINBURGH; AND T. CADELL, STRAND, LONDON. To whom Communications (post paid) may be addressed. PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE AND CO. EDINBURCH. BLACKWOOD'S EDINBURGH MAGAZINE. No. CLXVIII. JULY, 1830. Vol. XXVIII. BEAR-HUNTING.* All men who are eloquent on the ere long the creatures would be alcruelty of hunting, beat their wives. most incapable of locomotion, and That is a general rule, admitting of would absolutely die of fat—the most no exceptions. There is another. cruel death in all the catalogue, All men who stammer on the cruelty Therefore, let Sir John Brute and of hunting, are beaten by their wives. Jerry Sneak henceforth-on the subFortunately these classes are not nu- ject of hunting—belong to the dumb merous, otherwise we should be a animals. cock-pecked and hen-pecked gene- Lion-hunting and tiger-hunting are ration. Humanity, in the long run, merely cat-hunting on a considerably rejoices in pursuing unto the death, larger scale ;--wolf-hunting and foxon foot or horseback, lions, tigers, hunting are the same modified by clibears, wolves, hyenas, foxes, marts, mate;-of mart and hare-hunting, and hares. Were you to talk to him- more hereafter ;-but of bear-huntself of the cruelty of killing a lion, ing it is now our intention to speak, he would stun you with a roar of de- under the guidance and direction of rision—to a tiger, his stripes would our sporting friend Mr Lloyd, who -, , wax blacker and brighter in contempt was born under Ursa Major, and ---to a bear, he would hug you to does credit to the celestial sign of his heart, as the choicest of all inna- Bruin. ginable ninnies—to a wolf, he would The passion of the chase is strong suspect you of being a nan-trap- in Mr Lloyd's constitution. It seems to a hyena, he would laugh in your for years to have been his ruling pasface-to a fox, he would give you sion, and to have made him a perfect such a brush as you never had in model of perpetual motion. But like your life-to a mart, he would look all other passions, ruling or ruled, it so sweet upon you that you would be can be thrown off ad libitum by a scented like a milliner—to a hare, he strong-bodied, strong-minded man. would prick up his ears in vain emu- All of them, we hold, are in our lation of the length of your own, and own power, and at our own disposal. wonder to see an ass among the True, that while they are at their Bipeds. They all perfectly well know acme they hurry us away like whirlthat they were made to be hunted winds. But then they are whirlwinds that they are provided, to fit them for of our own raising, and we are still that end, with certain organs and the magicians who can either allay members, which otherwise would be, the storm, or leap out of it, down comparatively speaking, of little or upon the soft calm green of tranquilno use, and would get so rusty, that lity and peace. Take ambition. You * Field Sports of the North of Europe, comprised in a Personal Narrative of a Residence in Sweden and Norway, in the Years 1827-8. By L. Lloyd, Esq. London. Colburn and Bentley, 1830. Two Vols. VOL. XXVIII. NO. CLXVIII, A |
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