The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 20, No. 562, Saturday, August 18, 1832.. Various

but watching for, and hunting tigers, when I was aroused by the most unnatural, unearthly, and infernal roaring ever heard. This was our friend, and for his reception, starting upon our feet, we were all immediately ready; but the cunning creature who had no idea of becoming our victim, made off, with the most hideous howlings, to the shelter of a neighbouring eminence; when sufficient daylight appeared, we followed the direction of his voice, and had the felicity of seeing him perched on the summit of an immense high rock, just before us, placidly watching our movements. We were here, too far from him to venture a shot, but 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.

      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

      OLD POETS

      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,

      With those that stop'd his way,

      Where the French gen'ral lay

      With all his power.

      Which in his hight of pride.

      King Henry to deride,

      His ransom to prouide,

      To our king sending.

      Which he neglects the while,

      As from a nation vile,

      Yet with an angry smile,

      Their fall portending.

      And turning to his men,

      Quoth our brave Henry, then,

      "Though they to one be ten,

      Be not amazed,

      Yet have we well begunne,

      Battells so bravely wonne,

      Have ever to the sonne,

      By fame beene raysed."

      "And for myself," quoth he,

      "This my full rest shall be,

      England ne'er mourn for me,

      Nor more esteem me.

      Victor I will remaine,

      Or on this earth be slaine,

      Never shall shee sustaine

      Losse to redeeme me."

      Poiters and Cressy tell,

      When most their pride did swell,

      Under our swords they fell.

      No lesse our skill is,

      Then when oure grandsire great,

      Clayming the regall seate,

      By many a warlike feate,

      Lop'd the French lillies.

      The Duke of York so dread,

      The vaward led,

      Wich the maine Henry sped,

      Amongst his Henchmen,

      Excester had the rere,

      A brauer man not there,

      O Lord, how hot they were,

      On the false Frenchmen.

      They now to fight are gone,

      Armour on armour shone,

      Drumme now to drumme did grone,

      To hear was wonder,

      That with cryes they make,

      The very earth did shake,

      Thunder to thunder.