have failed of success. Indeed she laboured under every possible disadvantage; notwithstanding which, and the ungallant conduct of Mr. Flint; she flew along the course with an astonishing swiftness, conscious of her own superior skill, and would ultimately, have outstripped her adversary, but for the accident which took place.

FEROCITY OF THE LYNX.

From the "Moniteur."

The

They write from Notre Dame de la Rose, that four ferocious animals, commonly called Lynxes (loups cerviers) had been in the arrondizement, in November, 1817, having cleared the forests of Collobrieres. On receiving the first account of their appearance, the farmers armed themselves and went in pursuit. alarm spread from commune to commune, and speedily there was a general battue. They were soon dispersed, and three of them were killed successively. One of them, about the size of a large dog, passed through flock without doing any harm, and ran at the hepherd, who owed his safety to his two dogs. I another quarter, he attacked an unfortunate woman, whom he bit severely, and whose life was des paired of. At length, he sought refuge in the territory of the commune of Pignans, where he found his conqueror in a peasant of extraordinary strength, made like a Hercules, and in the bloom

of life. This man, who was unarmed, seized him body to body, and after a sanguinary and obstinate struggle, which lasted three quarters of an hour, succeeded in throwing him to the ground; but still he would not have conquered him but for his address and promptitude. This furious animal had devoured the hat of his adversary; a large buckle attached to the hat, stuck between his teeth; the man availed himself of this circumstance, and having courageously thrust his hand, armed with a stone, into his mouth, as deep as possible, left the stone there, and in spite of the numerous bites which he received, did not let go his hold until he tore out the tongue of the animal, flung him to the ground, and saw him expire in dreadful convulsions. This trait of rare intrepidity has excited the admiration of the whole country.

THE ARCHER'S SONG.

Bright Phoebus! thou patron of poets below,
Assist me of Archers to sing;

For you we esteem as the god of the Bow,
As well as the god of the String,

My old Buck!

The fashion of shoting 'twas you who began,
When you shot forth your beams from the skies,
The sly urchin Cupid first follow'd the plan,
And the goddesses shot with their eyes,

The bright Girls!

DIANA, who slaughtered the brutes with her darts,
Shot only one lover or so;

For VENUS excell'd her in shooting at hearts,
And had always more strings to her bow,

On beautiful IRIS, Apollo bestow'd
A bow of most wonderful hue;

A sly Jade!

It soon grew her hobby-horse, and as she rode
On it, like an arrow she flew,

Gaudy Dame!

To earth came the art of the Archers at last,
And were follow'd with eager pursuit ;
But the sons of APOLLO all others surpass,
With such very long bows do they shoot,

ULYSSES, the hero of Greece, long ago
In courage and strength did excel;
So he left in his house an inflexible bow.
And a far more inflexible belle,

Lying Dogs!

Lucky Rogue!.

The Parthians were bowmen of old, and their pride
Lay in shooting, and scampering too;

But Britons thought better the sport to divide,
So they shot, and their enemies flew,

The Brave Boys!

Then a health to the brave British bowmen be crown'd;
May their courage ne'er sit in the dark;

May their strings be all good, and their bows be all sound,
And their arrows fly true to the mark,

RUSSIAN PUGILISM.

British Buys!

Though the Russian boor is far more hardy than the English peasant, yet one of the latter would conquer half a dozen Russians in the battle of the fist. A tourist in the north of Europe gives the following anecdote upon this subject, at St. Petersburgh:-" As I was quitting the

place, two fellows, somewhat tipsy, began to quarrel, and, after abusing each other very violently as they walked along, they at last proceeded to blows. No pugilistic science was displayed; they fought with their hands extended as awkwardly as women playing at battledore and shuttlecock. A police-officer soon appeared, and taking a cord from his pocket, tied the combattants back to back, and placing them upon a droska, galloped off to the nearest siega."

AN ENORMOUS

BOAR KILLED IN THE FOREST OF WALLINCOURT, BY THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

CAMBRAY, Oct. 30, 1817.-The hounds of the Duke of Wellington, discovered a most enormous boar, in the forest of Wallincourt. The animal, on being disturbed, passed rapidly into the forest of Ardipart, which he completely traversed; being then hardly scented by the dogs, he took the plain, where he was vigourously pursued by hounds and sportsmen, and ere he could reach another road was brought to bay. The animal then became ferocious, and destroyed all the dogs that approached him, when one of his Grace's aides-du-camp plunged his spear into his side. This only rendered the beast more savage, when his Grace himself, seeing his dogs would be destroyed, rode up, and with his spear gave the coup de the grace; animal made a desperate effort to wound his

Grace's horse, and fell in the attempt. The peasants say he is the largest boar that has been seen for some years. Of the numerous field that started in the pursuit, only five, besides his Grace, reached the end.

THE OLD SHEPHERD'S DOG.

BY PETER PINDAR.

The old Shepherd's Dog, like his master was gray,
His teeth all departed and feeble his tongue;
Yet where'er Corin went, he was follow'd by Tray,—
Thus happy through life did they hobble along.
When fatigued, on the grass the Shepherd would lie,
For a nap in the sun-'midst his slumbers so sweet,
His faithful companion crawl'd constantly nigh,

Plac'd his head on his lap, or lay down at his feet.
When winter was heard on the hill and the plain,
And torrents descended, and cold was the wind;
If Corin went forth 'mid the tempest and rain,

Tray scorn'd to be left in the chimney behind.
At length in the straw Tray made his last bed:
For vain, against Death, is the stoutest endeavour;
To lick Corin's hand he rear'd up his weak head;

Then fell back, clos'd his eyes, and ah! clos'd them for

ever.

Not long after Tray did the Shepherd remain,

Who oft o'er his grave with true sorrow would bend, And, when dying, thus feebly was heard the poor swain, "O, bury me, neighbours, beside my old Friend."

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SAGACITY OF BEES.

A swarm of Bees, which had just hived, went into a fruit shop on the North Bridge, Edinburgh, They had been attracted in their flight by the