The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1818-09-09 00:00:00

PARTRIDGE SHOOTING.

Part, hire *homier cotorgrecirtl on Toesday last, from
the iiimiiipiriuns state of tiw readier, little execution was
dune spun that day. Some earirrising aporliiiispo, indeed,
rookie...l to hag a few bran befure the Ism begun ; bust if
Eicy hit the partridges, they Were melt severely pelted is
thew turn, by an WISCOMIMODif heavy @bower, which de.
stew!. d iu towing about six o'clock, and obliged them In
quit dm rain continued " belles end worse" till
abuut tau n'elock in this aftetnnos, when • a cheered with
his hi AIM the 'lndust expiring hopes of the spiseiswiru, whn
now ralliwl and limb the field in superior force. They had
rnl hmai err hers bug in pursuit of the Gathered tribe, till
auudL,r and • brasier shunts caused • second retreat, and
they returned to their homes in • condi...on winch Owners
iiimeliptius. Tim weather since has been more favisnealele,
nut many a bird hds fallen beneath the cbaige of the emir.
itlllll duo. Pin triages an pl. milli.% and al this early sea.
sun miu.ually strong urns the wilig.—(thirhons Agteer-
cur.i

It has been gem rally remarked, during the late
vet) tine "retailer, that the at 1111 l sphere surrounding
0.. r Downs, particidatly at Nrittimber and stir
D rit's Dyke, has been almost constatitly teeming
with a downy seitmance somewhat resembling light
flakes of snow !--it is, however, fully aseeitaineil
wet to he stunt., hut the full-ripe crop of the finest—
/are.: thistles! which nature, " tired of lire bur-
-1.," is todiecriminately distributing to the neigh.
I,,iniitg tartness from u field of several acres at or
near the spot above alluded to. Our informant has
seen and admired the crop above meatiotied.—.
Ltires Paper.)

A tubscription has recently been opened for a
nininiinent to be erected et Florence, in honour of
I)4%TE, in the church of Sinta-Crnre, the Kin.
thrtio of Tuscany. This act of justice, which
might to Isere taken place in the time of the Flo.
lias been re.ervell for the rrigtl
I'EIDIIiat:D 111. the protector of arts and tie
suispiiner of justice.

Tu Nwre that have telerenpea, Saturn is now a
Sae abject in the SI lut.l r.east olviist right in the
"eking. and 11:1:,I the tuerithati atilliiight.
On Thrumlay, September In, at nine hours Moe
uninstes 18 ateuial., k lime, the Aecond Satellite
el Jupiter will etnetg,: from n 1 ecliple.
A beautiful (.4'1,0. 40 feet square, is now manu-
res:hiring at Alutimat..., ror the ItEC ENT'S jratlhou :
11w debigh (.ones, ehltiiv
Saturday sei 0000 ight a duel nos hni„tlit helireen
Cravelmea mud Cahn% Le two English Gentlerern•
• Ali. 11— and a Mr. lt --. They tired ewe shot
"chlvd.en Mr. R. received ;he hall of lii• 11..tyg.t.
uul its the wand hand, which tuok off 1.0 of hi.
huge's; the perm& tb.n interrrryd. slid the di.-
Pide 1.1111 ~tlllttl. The elifli.ver ce which missed the
r' t'mllr Di curved in Loylinol. frtnu wllr..cr flip
ii""el Stilled. WO bit the ufEstr terstriending
ut,uve, the) quitted Fraud fur th.a couistry.

RECOLLEcrioNs OF CVRRA

BY CHARLES PHILLIPS, Cul.

The following it an eittra`et from the above work

44 At thi. period of his lire it was that an incident
occurred, which. moulding, as it did, his future
fortaties, the reader shall have as nearly as possible
as he related it I was then.' said he. a little
ragged apprentice to every kind of idleness and
mischief, all day studying whatever was eccentric
in those older, end half the night practising it Ibr
the amusement of those who were younger than
me. !leaven only kuows where it would have
elided ! But, as my poor Mother said, I was born
to be a greet man. One mo r g I was playing at
marbles in the village ball-alley, with a light been
and a liAhter pocket. The gibe, and the jest, and
the Pluiider went gaily round ; those wlso won
laughed, Mill those who lost cheated ; when sad.
drolly there appeared amongst us a stranger of *
very venerable and very cheerful aspect; his intro-
lion was not the least restraint upon our merry little
assemblage; on the contrary. he seemed pleased,
and even delighted ; he was a benevolent creature,
sod the days of eisrency (after all, the happiest we
shall ever see) perhaps rove upon his memory.
God Mem him ! I see Isis fine form at the distance
of half a century just as he stood before me in the
little hall-alley in the days of my childhood I His
name was Boyer ; he was the rector of Newmarket;
to me be took a particular fancy ; I was wi •ng.
uss:l was full of waggery, thinking every this; that
was eccentric, and by no means a miser of my cc-
centricilies; every one was welcome to shone them,
sod I had plenty to spare after Ibsen% freighted the
company. Some sweetmeats easily bribed me home
with bon. I learmd from poor Boyse my al-
phabet and my grammar, and the rudiments of the
classics : he taught me all he could, and then he
sent toe to the *chisel at Middleton—in short, he
made a max of me. I recollect. it was about dve
and thirty years afterward*, when I had risen to
some eminence at Al is bar, and when I had a vent
in Parliament. said a good house 'ln Ely-piste, on
my return one day from Court, I found an old
gentleman seated al.", in the drawing-room, his
feet familiarly placed on each side of the Italian
marble chimney-piece, and his whole air bespeak-
ing the t of one quite at home.—
Ile turned • was mg friend of the ball-
take ! I usehorneetbsetively into his arms. I
could toot help bursting into tears. Wordscoossot
deseribe Me scene wlyeils followed. • Ye are
right, 'Se; you are ght, the cbimiwy-piers is
yours—Ae pictures are yours—the house is yours:
you gave me all I have—my friend—my father !'
He dined with me; and is the evening I caught
the tear glistening in his Sue blue eye when he
saw his pour little Jacky, the creature of his bounty.
rising in the Hausa of Commons to reply to a
Itight I lostoerehk. Poor Boyle ! he is now gone ;
and no suitor had a larger dein* of practical be-
nevolence in the Court above. This is his wioe--
let us drink his memory.' Such is a very fried and
very humble imitation of the manner in which
Mr. Curran used to relate this most interesting era
in Isis history; end I never beard him recur to it
without weeping. lu this place. however, it may
be as well to remarks that neither his wit nor his
eluquenos ems receive any thing like justice from
sway lb, most gifted Narrator. It would he quire
as terry to paint the waving of ft wanil—the spell
coosistad its the very magic of the ounieraera : and
until the charm of 11144111 CT eau be conveyed in
wards, the reader must fence in vain the almost so-
periatural edict of Curran."