American turf register and sporting magazine . 36 ENGLISH RACING CALENDAR, 1839. Races at KELSO, SPRING meetiSg pagc 25 I shifPnaL pag^e 39 ?CURRAOH APRIL MANCHESTER 31 EPSOM 27 I ROYSTON 3S THrs NUMBER CONTAINS FOUR SHEETS, OR SJXTY-FOUR PAGES, vau x^ 41 TO READERS AND CORRESPONDS^VTS. Tlie absence of the Editor for several weeks must be his apology for not attending to the re-quests of J. C. S. There shall be little farther delay in the basiviess. The remittance of J. W. M. B. is acknowledged. His plan shall receive attention. May h*endeavor to find time to give as the pas
American turf register and sporting magazine . 36 ENGLISH RACING CALENDAR, 1839. Races at KELSO, SPRING meetiSg pagc 25 I shifPnaL pag^e 39 ?CURRAOH APRIL MANCHESTER 31 EPSOM 27 I ROYSTON 3S THrs NUMBER CONTAINS FOUR SHEETS, OR SJXTY-FOUR PAGES, vau x^ 41 TO READERS AND CORRESPONDS^VTS. Tlie absence of the Editor for several weeks must be his apology for not attending to the re-quests of J. C. S. There shall be little farther delay in the basiviess. The remittance of J. W. M. B. is acknowledged. His plan shall receive attention. May h*endeavor to find time to give as the passages from the life of Old Gallatin. J. O. favor is received, and its contents shall be duly noticed. A Corn Planters remedy was mislaid, but has fortunately again tnrned up, and will comain play for the December Magazine. The money came safely. The hope expressed in our last of getting up a series of Portraits of Distinouished Turf-men, is likely, we think, to be fulfilled. In ajnother month we can spg?^more definitely o» th» MORE COLLINEOMANIA. DUCK SHOOTING. Written for the American Turf Register and Sporting J. CYPRESS, Jr. Whither, midst falling glow the heavens with the last steps of day,Far, through tlieir rosy depths, dost thou pursueThy solitary way? We wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question. Wewill bet a bag of buckshot, that the water-fowl to whom the interest-ing interrogatory was addressed, was out of sight, and out of thesound of its echo, before the spoken sentimentality ran up against amark of interrogation. Whither, aye, whither^ should a duckgo, in the age of percussion caps, batteries, and patent cartridges ?Under what upper cloud may the fowlers eye mark in distantflight, his figure floating, vainly, or without power to do himwrong, or his fowler self, justice? The bird, which the bardapotheosised, must have been either close by, or afar off. If he wasnear, he could have been talked to, or shot at, accord
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