Mr. Webb's f. b. Winlove s, beat Mr. Parkinson's bk. b. Susan 12 II. Dalton beat Egypt Primrose beat the Cripple Rigolette beat Winterfold Derwentwater beat the Lion Heart (2) Welcome beat Martinet (dr.) (2) Lobster beat Cigarette (2) II. Welcome beat Lion Primrose beat Harvest-home IV. Mocking-bird beat Primrose Dalton beat Lobster Welcome beat Rigolette V. VI. Mr. Holmes's Mocking-bird beat Mr. Cooke's Welcome, and won the stakes. (The north country dogs are distinguished by the letter n, and the south by s.) ROVING RECOLLECTIONS. BY RAMROD. On the last day of September I left this place—my destination Herefordshire, in which county I promised myself a fine week's recreation with my faithful Westley Richards. It was a lovely morning -that on which I took my departure by that railway par excellence, the Great Western, upon which line I steamed to the ancient city of Gloucester, and there got upon the “Arrow,” which, by the way, is the fastest coach out of that town, barring the Carmarthen mail, driven by Andrews, the best nightcoachman extant. But those who are lovers of the road, and wish to see this one of the few remaining relics of the good old times, must not long defer themselves that pleasure; for next July the South Wales line, now open from Swansea to Chepstow, will be finished to Gloucester, and then the Carmarthen coaches will only run to Swansea. When that takes place the lovely little town of Ross may put on mourning, and its inhabitants weep for sorrow; and the splendid hotel built by Barret, on “ The Prospect," that spot rendered immortal by “ The Man of Ross," must close its door, and no longer welcome the bride and bridegroom on their wedding tour. * A line is projected from Hereford to Gloucester; and unless it is done, those parts will be entirely cut off from the rest of England ; whether it will pay or not remains to be proved: all I have to * Ross is a favourite resort of newly married couples, who come there to make the tour of the Wye. say on the subject is, that I am no shareholder; and this I consider a source of congratulation, though the supporters of the line assert it will prove a remunerative investment, and enumerate amongst other advantages (?) that will accrue to Herefordshire, the pleasure-trains which will bring numbers from London, Birmingham, &c., to behold the beauties of that county. Methinks such reasoners can never have seen the results of a pleasure train : I have, and can tell them of the drunken men and women who were to be seen staggering about the streets at noon-day, and when the hour of departure arrived many were in such a state of intoxication that the railway authorities refused to take them back. As I before said, I am no shareholder, and therefore I prefer seeing the lovely vallies of Herefordshire remain undesecrated by the million. But I have run off the line, and must return to myself, who I left on the box of the “ Arrow," beside that prince of coachmen and agreeable companion, Mr. Wilkinson, progressing behind a first rate team, through the most lovely country in England. By nine o'clock, P.M., I was lodged comfortably at my journey's end, partaking of a Herefordshire fowl washed down by sparkling cider, the drink of the county, and which when good, I consider most excellent tipple; but one-half of the cider made at the farm houses is such execrable stuff, that any one not wishing for the stomach-ache had better steer clear of it. The next morning—the first of October - dawned fine, and promised well for all but the long tails, against whom we were about to wage war; and they, whilst they pecked the scattered corn, little thought that the enemy were approaching, and much less that their enemies would be those who had watched over and preserved them. Nine o'clock to the minute, the hour fixed for us to take the field, found us loading our muskets at the kennel door, and all ready to enter into the sport of the day. Having had a good night's rest, and an excellent breakfast, which coupled with the bracing air of Herefordshire, so totally different to the humid relaxing atmosphere that I had been breathing at Cheltenham, made me feel disposed to enter with spirit into the approaching scene, and inwardly to exclaim • Better in fields to seek for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseons draught." But my reflection was cut short by the commandant calling “Attention!” as he proceeded to place us in order for the attack, which being done “ Forward !” was the word. Good reader! think not, I beseech you, that we were about to commence a battue—no such thing : the covers we were about to disturb contained such a quantity of game only as would afford sport to a sportsman, give him some exercise to obtain, and an opportunity of seeing his dogs work. Cigars being extinguished, the double-barrel was made ready, and the little spaniels hied in. Whir! Whir! and down came a fine cock pheasant, dropped by the gun of my friend on the right. “ Any hens to be killed ?" sung out another of the party. “ Yes ; one or two," being the reply, the lady suffered the fate of her worse half. “Look out, Ramrod," shouted as good a fellow as ever lived, and |