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All men who are eloquent on the ere long the creatures would be alcruelty of hunting, beat their wives. most incapable of locomotion, and That is a general rule, admitting of would absolutely die of fat—the most no exceptions. There is another. cruel death in all the catalogue. All men who stammer on the cruelty Therefore, let Sir John Brute and of hunting, are beaten by their wives. Jerry Sneak henceforth-on the subFortunately these classes are not nu- ject of hunting—belong to the dumb merous, otherwise we should be a animals. cock-pecked and hen-pecked gene Lion-hunting and tiger-hunting are ration. Humanity, in the long run, merely cat-hunting on a considerably rejoices in pursuing unto the death, larger scale ;-wolf-hunting and foxon foot or horseback, lions, tigers, hunting are the same modified by clibears, wolves, hyenas, foxes, marts, mate; -of mart and hare-hunting, and hares. Were you to talk to him more hereafter ;-but of bear-hunt. self of the cruelty of killing a lion, ing it is now our intention to speak, he would stun you with a roar of de- under the guidance and direction of rision—to a tiger, his stripes would our sporting friend Mr Lloyd, who wax blacker and brighter in contempt was born under Ursa Major, and --to a bear, he would hug you to does credit to the celestial sign of his heart, as the choicest of all ima- Bruin. ginable ninnies—to a wolf, he would The passion of the chase is strong suspect you of being a man-trap— in Mr Lloyd's constitution. It seems to a hyena, he would laugh in your for years to have been his ruling pasface-to a fox, he would give you sion, and to have made him a perfect such a brush as you never had in model of perpetual motion. But like your life-to a mart, he would look all other passions, ruling or ruled, it so sweet upon you that you would be can be thrown off ad libitum by a scented like a milliner-to a hare, he strong-bodied, strong-minded man. would prick up his ears in vain emu- All of them, we hold, are in our lation of the length of your own, and own power, and at our own disposal. wonder to see an ass among the True, that while they are at their Bipeds. They all perfectly well know acme they hurry us away like whirlthat they were made to be hunted winds. But then they are whirlwinds that they are provided, to fit them for of our own raising, and we are still that end, with certain organs and the magicians who can either allay members, which otherwise would be, the storm, or leap out of it, down comparatively speaking, of little or

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* Field Sports of the North of Europe, comprised in a Personal Narrative of a Residence in Sweden and Norway, in the Years 1827-8. By L. Lloyd, Esq. London. Colburn and Bentley, 1830. Two Vols. VOL. XXVIII. NO. CLXVIII.

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see the same man mad for power or the feathered and the finned people, fame in spring, and in summer lying the one dwelling in air, and the other half-asleep on a hillside, conversing in water, do not readily enter into dreamily with the clouds. Take the same day or night-dream with the Love. In May, a young gentleman bear, to whom they have little, indeed knows of the existence in this world no resemblance, but are entitledbut of one auburn-haired, hazel-eyed, each per se-to the whole of our fragile-figured angel, with a slim an- imagination. Accordingly, though, kle and small foot-and on the twelfth throughout these most amusing and of August he is flirting with a red- interesting volumes, they do now and headed Highland goatherdess, sup- then whirr from the forests and ported on pedestals barely human, plunge in the floods, the bear is the and the terror of all worms. Just só prevailing, paramount, and predomiwith any other sport. In Werme- nant object of our friend's passion. landand Dalecarlia, Mr Lloyd's whole He scampers in every paragraph, and soul was filled with bears. Then and gives up the ghost at the end of every there,

chapter. The whole work is delight“ How easy was a bush supposed a bear!” fully redolent of hides and tallow;

and so full is our fancy at this moIn sleep, Bruin hugged him in his ment of images of bears, that the arms—awake, Bruin hobbled “be- very hands now tracing this rambling fore that inward eye which is the article, seem covered with hair, bliss of solitude.” Between sleep “ Very paws, as you might say;" ing and waking, one cry was in his and most alarming would they be, ears—“ The Bear-the Bear !” And

were they to squeeze the “ downy had he died of fever-which, thank fist,” and encircle the tender waist, Heaven, he did not-he would have of a virgin in the Gallopade. confounded his medical and religious There is something exceedingly attendants—both alike ghostly—with contemptible in visiting, now-a-days, apostrophes to Bruin. Occasionally France and Italy, Paris and Rome. the violence of his passion was a The talk of such tourists is wersh in. little relieved by a slight and tran- deed—nay,young gentlemen are tiresient change of its objectma wolf, some at table who have gone up or for example, a lynx, à capercailzie, down the Rhine. All the world and or a salmon. But we defy any his wife have visited all the cities in man to cherish a permanent pas- Europe. But give us for our love sion for a wolf. 'Tis a dirty, din- and money, a man like Mr Lloyd, a gy-coloured, lean, hungry, cruel, gentleman, a scholar, and a sportscowardly brute, whom 'twould be man, who has swept on skidor paying an undeserved compliment to through the frozen forests of Scandikill otherwise than in a pitfall, into navia. Snow is inspiring, and ice which no sooner does the villain play bracing to the nerves of the soul; in plump, than his base heart dies with- narrating adventures in such a clime in him; he coils himself up like a and country, a man's style gets as sick turnspit, pretends for a while glowing and ruddy as his cheeksto be a carcass, and, ere long, is so, as rapid as the motion of his limbs out of pure, filthy bodily fear. As on snow-skates ;-in writing about for your lynx, he is a person with bears, he leaps over a chasm with whom we have little or no acquaint- as much agility as in hunting themance ; but, though sharp-sighted and his reader never falls asleep, so enough, we believe, he seems to be anxious is he to be in at the death. an insignificant devil; if not really As for picturesque description of scarce, he generally contrives to scenery, our author seems to have make himself so; and it is not to be lost no time in looking at it, and he supposed that a man of Mr Lloyd's loses none in describing it; but he abilities would give himself the trou- gives us many striking touches as ble to pursue such a pitiful indivi- he moves along, and at the close of dual. Of the capercailzie on his pine, the volume, we feel that our imagiand of the salmon in his pool, heaven nation has been enriched with maforfend that we should ever speak terials out of which to form to itself in any other terms but those of the Scandinavian forest scenery at once highest respect and admiration. But singular and magnificent. Some

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night-bivouacks are painted with nine miles long, the Răda. He ocgreat spirit.

cupied a single room, twenty feet We admire Mr Lloyd. He is a fine square, in a peasant's cottage. Its specimen of an English gentleman, great comfort was a large open firebold, free, active, intelligent, ob- place or hearth-much needed-for servant, good-humoured, and gene on one occasion, when a friend had rous,-no would-be wit—no paltry paid him a visit from Stockholm, painter of the picturesque-above some portwine, which he had brought all, no pedant and philosopher, for- along with him, and over which they sooth—like your paid and profes• had been enjoying themselves as sional vagrants, who go up and down was right-in a sort of Noctes Ama country book-making, and article- brosianæ, till past midnight-Temmongering to order, haunted all the perance Societies would not do there while by the image of some far-off was next morning frozen into so editor or publisher, and living at inns solid a mass, that they were unable like bagmen, at the rate of two gui- to get a drop of it out of the bottles. neas a-sheet. Mr Lloyd's mind was Here he soon formed the friendship wholly engrossed by his own wild of Mr Falk, head-ranger or chief huntand adventurous Scandinavian life; ing-master of the Wermeland forests, but when it was flown, he then be which title alone would have given gan to lead it over again in imagina- him the rank of a captain in the Swetion,—and, lo ! “ Field Sports of the dish army. But in addition to this, North of Europe !"

and in consequence of his meritorious Mr Lloyd, it appears, was four services in having ridded the counyears wandering over almost all parts try of very many noxious animals, of Scandinavia. In the summer of he had received the honorary title 1827, he lived at some eighty miles to of Hof Jägmästre, or Hunting-master the northward of Carlstad, a town to the Court, which put him on the situated at the northern extremity footing of a colonel. He was a tall of the noble lake Wenern, among the

and handsome man,about forty years largest and finest in Europe. The of age; his appearance, with which province of Wermeland is about a his actions fully accorded, denoting hundred and fifty miles in length, by him to be possessed of great quickone hundred in breadth, containing ness and intelligence. In the different about 150,000 inhabitants. The more skalls, or battues, which he had comnorthern parts are hilly, mountain- manded, he had killed, many of them ous, almost one continued forest with his own gun, 100 bears—but in studded with numerous fine lakes, all his conflicts never had received a and watered by several large streams. wound. This gentleman found Mr Of the multitude of lakes we may Lloyd an apt scholar; and under his form some idea, from the parish of tuition the Englishman soon became Tuna in Norrland, which is com as good a chasseur as in all Sweden. monly said to contain as many lakes Mr Lloyd gives many interesting deas there are days in the year. tails of the domestic economy and Throughout the whole range which character of the Swedish peasantry; separates Sweden from Norway, na and his volumes are well worth buyture assumes a most imposing aspect, ing for the sake of these alone; but and is sometimes seen on a magnifi- at present we have less to do with cent scale.

the boors than the bears—and thereThere the winter is most severe, fore must forget our landlord, Sven the snow usually remaining on thé Jansson, though somewhat of a bear ground six months; but the summers himself, for sake of the veritableBruin. are, in general, excessively warm, But one moment of dogs. Mr and vegetation proportionately rapid Lloyd had three :-Brunette, with and rich. The principal river in pricked ears, and, but for her tail, Wermeland is the Klar, which, rising which turned over her back, like a in the Norwegian mountains, after a fox. She was a great coward, and course of three hundred miles, falls frightened almost out of her senses into the Wenern, near Carlstad. Mr at the sight or smell of a wild beast, Lloyd fixed his residence at a small but incomparable at capercailzies. hamlet, called Stjern, near the Klar, Hector was black, with ears pricked, and on the bank of a lake eight or tail curled, and in appearance a cur,

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