immediately began ascending, when the
creature seeing us approach, rose, opened his ugly red mouth in a
desperate yawn, and stretched himself with the utmost _nonchalance_,
being, it seems, little less weary than ourselves. We presented, but
did not fire, because at that very moment, setting up his tail, and
howling horribly, he disappeared behind the rock. Quick as thought
we followed him, but to our great disappointment and chagrin, he had
retreated into one of the numerous caverns formed in that ugly place,
by huge masses of rock, piled one upon the other. Into some of these
dangerous places, however, we descended, sometimes creeping, sometimes
walking, in search of our foe; but not finding him, at length returned
to breakfast, which I thought the most agreeable and sensible part of
the affair. Some wit passed amongst us respecting the propriety of
changing the name _cheetar_, into _cheat-us_; but were, on the whole,
not pleased by the failure of our expedition; and I have only favoured
you with this _romantic_ incident in the life of a sub. as a specimen
of the sort of amusement we meet with in quarters.

[3] Communicated by M.L.B., Great Marlow, Bucks.

[4] Vide _Mirror_, vol. xviii. p. 343.--_Note_.

_Natural Zoological Garden_.

SECUNDERABAD, 1828.

Your description of the London Zoological Garden, reminds me that
there is, what I suppose I must term, a most beautiful _Zoological
Hill_, just one mile and a half from the spot whence I now write; on
this I often take my recreation, much to the alarm of its inhabitants;
viz. sundry cheetars, bore-butchers, (or leopards) hyenas, wolves,
jackalls, foxes, hares, partridges, etc.; but not being a very capital
shot, I have seldom made much devastation amongst them. Under the hill
are swamps and paddy-fields, which abound in snipe and other game.
Now, is not this a Zoological Garden on the grandest scale?

H.C.B.

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OLD POETS.

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BALLAD OF AGINCOURT.

(_From "England's Heroical Epistles[5]._")

Faire stood the wind for France,
When we, our sayles advance,
Nor now to proue our chance
Longer will tarry;
But putting to the mayne,
At Kaux, the mouth of Sene,
With all his martiall trayne,
Landed King Harry.

And taking many a fort,
Furnished in warlike sort,
Marcheth towards Agincourt,
In happy houre.
Skirmishing day by day,
W