From the New Monthly Ma gazine.
THE HUNTING ALDERMAN.
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Snow let us sing long live the king.


And Gilpin long live he;


And when he next doth ride abroad,


May be there to ee."-John Gilpnn.


"Who has e'er been in Paris must needs
know the Greve,' says Prior's song, and it
is almost equally impossible for any one to
have been in the neighborhood of Taunton.
at least if he hare any venatorial blood IN
his veins, without knowing the worthy
Squire Tasborough, the staunchcst Nimrod
left to us since Colonel Thornton, OF sport
ing celebrity, was unfortunate enough TO DC
at his own death. "Fifty gulneas to hve,
cried the Squire to party OF hunting COM
panions, who were giving no respite to the
marnnms of claret at his own table.--"ffty
cuineas to ten that the alderman won't turn
out with us next Friday" "--"Done" cried
old Major Cunningham.- "And five hundred
guineas to fifty," roared the Squire. that ne


won't be in at the death" "Dcne to that too,'
replied the MAJOR; 81 always take the long
odds.n 1t was bet, and regularly entered
in their pocket books by the respective par


ties.


am not at liberty TO give any other clue


TO the Alderman in question, than by stat
! ing that he purchased an estate about TWO


wears ago in Somersetshire, which will prob


ably be sufficient guide to my civic read


ers, and that he was hardly ever known 20


have been on horseback in his life; the lnVi-


tation to the hunt had been sent TO hun as a


mere frolic, although it had produced the


very serious bets have recorded. Other


wagers arose out of these, ut mos esq psn@-


toribus. and as considerable interest had


been excited by their ridiculous nature,


resolved to be in the field, and witness their


termination. The day appointed for the


hunt was one ofthosc misty, dewy, drizzllng


mornings of October, which seems to be an


authorization Of the succeeding month and to


leave YOU in doubt whether it will settle In


to a confirmed rain, or sparkle up into


fresh, buoyant, invigorating day. Euston


Common the place Of rendezvous, runs into


a thicket OF oaks and underwood, sloping


down with an easy descent to Ihorley bot


tom. Through this copse line winds and


emerecs into the lower common, where


SQUIRE Tashborough with his huntsmen,


hounds, and merry men all, the greater part
, of them in scarlet coats. and velvet caps.


were assembled, the former already tri.


umphing over the Major, in the anticipated
certainty Of winning his wager. what =
j he exclaimed, "do you think old square-toes
would turn out with mist falling, and run
the risk of dampng his drab CATERS! No.
no Maior--you'r done this time-eascd OF
vour ten puineas--I wish it had been thou-
! sand"
"TasLstough," said the Major, quietly
Duttinc his rlass to his eye, "your sight is
i better than mine, what do you make that
bird to be, lowering along the copsef-
) "lIang me if can tell, replied the Squire;
"ilics like wounded crow--can't see for the
o mist The object in question was no otn-
, cr than the Alderman's hat. tied down with
: la pocket handkerchief, and popping occa-


sionally above the hedge as he logged down
q the lane. at the extremity OF which he pre-
. sented himself mounted on grey Poneys
{ and followed by his servant on coach- morse,
. bearing large umbrella. general snout
L in which the Squires voice was iouaest,
II burst from the whole field at the slgnt OF TINS
: rrotesoue apparation. whose approach was
> rreeted by loud cry Of Yoicks, Tally-ho
= and signal was made to the huntsman to
= wind his horn, by way ot completing the
n eclas of his reception. But old Chervil, who
) had no idea of Joke that intcrtered with Sc
% rions buniness, shook his head cxclalming
If NO not when we are just going to throw
- into cover; she may start away tother side
= for the four ponds, and SO get among the


rush beds. aud keep usSdodging in the watel
! all day. have known them to do It nun
1t drcd times"


Nv this time the Alderman had come nI
!. moDpinrhis chest, arms and long ciotn Sai
- tors with his handkerchief, and having
, snread out his umbrella he exclaimed
II .M,ke 1t a rule to see every thing at once
n in nv life, Mr.. Tasborough;-never went
IN hunting afore;-s'pose shan't so now foi
ID of course YOU won't SO IN the rai'i--no mack
e. ney coach to pop into-don't object to th'
is country when the sun shines-but nothiht
.e like London in wet weather." My goot
re sir" replied the Squire, nothing could os
: more faynrablc-a beautiful drizzle, ane
y lust enough to make the scent life-but you
ir warm" ..Ay, ay," cried Major Cunning
- ham. ..hc'll be warmer by the time he's II
: If the DEATH mo, no, Major" resumes
ID the Squire, speaking so as not to be over
il. heard "I'm safe enough there, for that pot
i. brllicd pony will be blown in ten minutes
,e 50 | shall only lose fifty. and that's NOR
,e than the old codger's worth, to take him a
d. he sits, umbrella, clothes. pony, CATERS an
ne ALL"
y The object of these remarks now torme
ii Nthe centre of a gaping circle, the real know
as ing ones "twiggins him properly with
te Quiet sneer, or u sly wink to direct one al
4 others ewes to the various hcrlsles of his az
3. nointment; while a few farmers assembled tc
th rether in knot at a little distance, with the
no ragged ponies touching noses, and doing an
ms podding at one another, unanimously agree
.ir that "for gemman and sportsman, 1t wei