more, sometimes less, until we passed early next day the Lizard, then the Land's End, shaping our course at once for Quebec. Westnorth-west by compass we kept the even tenor of our way for several days, with but one exciting occurrence. That occurrence made a deep impression upon my mind; as through it, for something more than an hour, the ship's company thought they had lost eleven of their number, and I feared I should never again see a man with whom I had only recently become acquainted, but for whom I had formed the strongest regard. I allude to Mr. Train, who ever since the occurrence of the anchor had been my companion, or I his, during every first watch he kept, and as often at other times as he could find leisure to listen to my yarns, or spin one himself, either on deck or below. The gallant lieutenant was a capital officer and seaman, accounted so by all hands, and looked up to by the mates and mids, who positively adored him. Whenever a difficult piece of duty had to be performed he took the trouble (when time admitted) to tell them how it ought to be done, and why; then in practice he exemplified his teaching. He was also an excellent lunarian, not then, as it now is, a very general acquirement. From him I learnt much, and flatter myself the repetition of some of his lessons may even now, if these pages fall into young nautical hands, chance to be of service. We were ten days out; still favoured by a breeze, which for the last twelve hours had been gradually freshing, and drawing more to the southward. During that time our canvas had been reduced to topgallant sails, and to one the foretop-mast studding-sail (all canvas below the topgallant sails being of course implied). The log had just been hove. Previously to 8 o'clock p.m. I was walking with Train, when eleven knots was reported, at the same time a cry from the forecastle was heard-"Man overboard!" Train was all alive in an instant; order after order followed in quicker time than I have taken to write these four lines: "Down with the helm !" "Never mind the studding sail!" "Clear away the cutter!" "Steady men!" "No letting go the falls!" "Stand by the life buoy!" "Up courses!" (by this time all hands were on deck). Train, seizing a coil of rope, rushed aft and looked over the lee-quarter, threw the rope, called, "Down life buoy!" adding, "it's poor Simcoe. He's hurt! he's-___" "Hallet," to the first, "take care of the ship," and over he went. The ship was still rapidly going ahead, having as yet lost but little of her way. The studding-sail boom had snapped short off at the iron like a carrot, when the sail came aback and was flying anywhere; the wind appeared fearfully high as the ship came near it, healing with the press of canvas. I watched the life-buoy fast disappearing on the weather quarter; the heads were already out of sight. I had seen Train catch Simcoe by the left arm with his righthand. I saw him struggling to reach the life-buoy, then only three or four yards to windward. I as often lost both as I saw them, and although I kept my eye on the buoy for at least half a minute longer, I feared they were both gone. The cutter now cleared the stern, shipping a nasty sea, before the lee-oars could pull her head to wind. captain of the mizentop, from aloft, still saw the buoy, and pointed in the direction, the same that I, and three or four more were pointing at from the tafrail. The cutter's crew, with my gallant cousin Frank Cornwallis for its mid (a youth who was ever foremost when anything

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was up, mischief or work, all the same to him), pulled well in the right course, in less than a minute they were out of sight, for it was now past dusk, and fairly dark; a black dismal cloud, which we had all day been approaching in the south-west, having taken the place of all that was left of twilight. It was plain that dirt of some sort was coming, the glasses were falling, the wind had already drawn to south; the top-gallant sails were furled, all hands called to reef top-sails, two reefs ordered in, which left only one out. While this was doing the wind increased, blue lights were burnt incessantly, occasionally a rocket was sent up, and lantherns were hoisted at the peak, and shown in the quarTo describe what I went through after the topsails were set again and all was quiet, except the noise of the sea and the wind, for nearly an hour, would be impossible; that long hour appeared an age. I believe every man in the ship was straining his eyes over the water to windward for the whole time wherever a chance of seeing could be obtained. The main and mizen channels were full, every carronade had its occupants; the stern, tafrail, and quarters were crowded. A full hour had elapsed, and the captain and first-lieutenant were in the act of consulting as to whether sail should be made, and the ship (which most scientifically had, I can vouch for, been kept in one position after her way was stopped, all but drifting) beat to windward a short tack or two, both doubting whether the cutter could pull in the trough of the sea. The order had been given to "haul in the lee-braces," "haul out the spanker," and "haul on board the foretack," the sails were shaking from the actual commencement of these operations, and hope, with one and all, I think, seemed over, when a well-known voice, than whom none could be louder the voice of Lieutenant Train-was heard from under the lee, "Stand fast! Heave us a rope!" And there, sure enough, where not an eye was expecting to see her, was the cutter, with poor Simcoe still hardly clear of death's door, but otherwise all right, Train, my gallant cousin, life-buoy, and all. They were all soon on deck, the boat hoisted up, and plain sail made on the ship; for by this time rain was added to the gusts, and the wind was fast getting to the westward.

TURF STATISTICS FOR 1852.

The following tables (for the first and third of which we are indebted to Bell's Life) will furnish our readers with a pretty fair index to the Turf History of the past season. 236 winning jockeys appear in the Bell's Life list; but of these we have only selected a few of those of most eminence, and divided them into two lists-the one (A) containing those of them who cannot ride 7st., and the other (B) those who can :—

In 1849 Lord Eglinton headed the list with £19,426; in 1850 the Marquis of Exeter was at the head with £11,012; and in 1851 Sir Joseph Hawley occupied the same position with £15,360.

PRODUCE OF CELEBRATED MARES IN 1852.

Teddington's dam lost a colt to Orlando or Cowl; Beeswing a filly to Touchstone; and Barbelle was barren to Bay Middleton.

The number declared in all is larger than usual, to wit, 491 colts and 501 fillies; and out of these 992 foals 62 are declared (dead).

Among the principal owners of foals, we find that Sir Tatton Sykes has entered 38 with Messrs. Weatherby, Mr. A. Johnstone 37, Messrs. Stebbing 23, Lord Exeter 11, Lord Clifden 14, and Sir Joseph Hawley 11.

The celebrated stallion, Venison, by Partisan, died at Broughton on the 27th ult. He was rising 20 years, and was one of the very gamest horses of his day. During his racing career, at three years old, he travelled upwards of 800 miles on foot, and won twelve races; he also won the Portland Handicap and other stakes. Alarm, Cariboo, The Ugly Buck, Vatican, Buckthorn, Kingston, Joe Miller, and Tickton, are his most distinguished descendants, and the good running of the four latter during the present year makes his loss doubly felt by the Messrs. Dixon, who anticipated a great season with him in 1853. He was a golden bay, about 15 hands 3 inches in height, and was advertised for the ensuing season at 50 gs.

a mare.

LETTERS FROM MY UNCLE SCRIBBLE.

MY DEAR NEPHEW,

Many years ago, as you may readily suppose, Canning went to Killarney. Now Killarney is a very pretty spot, if one could but calculate upon seeing it; but about nine months out of every twelve there falls what Irishmen flatteringly call a mist, but Englishmen rain. This happened to be the case upon the occasion in question; and having remained an unhappy prisoner, in company with an Irish waiter's rather obtrusive civilities and a tourist's guide book, about three weeks, Canning returned to England. The great politician had seen no more of Turc and Mangerton than they had seen of him. Impressed, however, with the idea that where there was so much difficulty in seeing, the object must be proportionably desirable to see, he returned on the following summer with the same laudable intention. The gratified smirk of the same napkin-carrier was the first reminiscence of a former year, if I except the continuance of a damp semi-obscurity still pervading the landscape.

Ah, ah! my friend, when am I to see the beauties of your lakes ?"