After telling the anecdote of his seeing the Indian gazing at the seat of his former home, "A thing for human feelings the most trying," and which, one would think, would have awakened soft compassion-- almost remorse--in the present owner of that fair hill, which contained for the exile the bones of his dead, the ashes of his hopes, he observed: "They cannot be prevented from straggling back here to their old haunts.

I wish they could.

They ought not to be permitted to drive away _our_ game." OUR game,--just heavens! The same gentleman showed, on a slight occasion, the true spirit of a sportsman, or perhaps I might say of Man, when engaged in any kind of chase.

Showing us some antlers, he said: "This one belonged to a majestic creature.

But this other was the beauty.