The Sun.
London, England, 1864-02-04 00:00:00

in view—

In the meantime. a large herd of 150 wild horses had been
seen, and the conductor of the hunt, too
,eager for gain,
instead of being satisfied with what he had captured and
taking them to the yard to be subdued by thirst and hunger,
as he had done in the first instance, determined to take
this other lot also with him. Steadying his former
captives and leaving what men he could spare in charge
of them, he moved off with the rest of his party,and was not
long in falling in with and heading down the other 150.
Away they came in the direction of his depot party, each
as hard as he could rattle, in a long string; the stallions
and strong horses leading ; the mares, the old, the lame,
and the foals, stringing out, but following the lead at their
best pace. On their approach, those that had only just
been joined to the crawlers, now well in wind, began to
cock their ears, whinny, and become restless. Their
anxiety communicated itself to the lot first captured, and,
as these feelings of alarm are very contagious amongst gre-
garious animals, even the wretched crawlers began to get
uneasy. In the mean time, the tramp of feet grew louder,
and the 150 drew near, racing over the plain, mad with ex-
citement, their tails streaming in the air and clouds of dust
flying from their hoofs, with a thunder of feet that might
be heard miles off. Such was their impetuosity, that the
quiescent body of half, subdued material was unable to
stop them, and the whole affair became a rout, and every
horse there, to the poorest crawler, joining in the rush was
carried away by the excitement of the moment. Round
a
went the two lots at meeting, in whirlwinds of dust;midst its mantling clouds, the tossing of manes and
streaming of tails, a thousand incidents flash indistinetly
for a moment on the eye of the beholder ; the tall grey that
has run headlong against another in mid career, rear-
ing high above the rest, for an instant his full
height, tumbles backward with his neck broken ;
the vicious old mare, that hates a throng, with head
bowed to the ground, kicking all that come within
reach ; the foal, overthrown, rolling amongst the feet
of the multitude ; the neigh—the savage yell—the scream
of terror—the thunder of hoofs—the rival stallions meet-
ing in the eddy, with outstret3hed neck, snake-like head,
and ears laid back, true to their nature, springing with fury
on each other, to satisfy in a moment of mortal terror the
jealousy and hate which never brook postponement of
battle; all had been and disappeared in an instant, for no-
thing could restrain them. Bursting from their captors,
blind and deaf to danger, headed by resolute stallions re-
fusing to be turned, the whole lot broke from control and
yells and cannon-like reports
oswf theept ofwovheirpsthe in
pursuerspthlaes.The
only added fuel to the fire. The
whole lot escaped, and were soon out of sight behind the
swells of the plain, the cloud of dense dust floating in the
dry air marking the direction of their flight, the person at
whose expense the hunt had been got up having to return
home with his party, Toeing the whole of his horses except
those on which his men were mounted, with the pleasant
reflection that the domeEticated horse, once free and joined
with wild ones, is not a whit easier to recapture than the
wildest denizen of the phin.
This volume, we mad observe in conclusion, is in-
scribed by the author" with many feelings of affec-
tion," to his Old Frind, the lion. Miles Gerald
Keon, now Chief Secretary of the Bermudas.

The Man of the How : A Tale of Real Life. By
Alfred Gladstow. Two Vols. Newby.
As a perfect match ;o that perfect woman, cele-
brated by the poet as" mistress of herself, though
china fall," Mr. Josial Allcroft, the 4, Man of the
all circumstances, master
Hour," is essentially, 11
of himself and of the situation, from the opening
chapter, when we find him sitting complacently in
a debtor's gaol, ,s his face full and radiant, his
tongue plausible and soft," to the close of the last
"
volume, when the charm and two directors of a
bank wait upon him, End threaten to stop him in
business," and he retats, " You make a mistake.
I will stop the bank;' and he does it ! Through
the intricate mazes ofthe two volumes of this nar-
rative, Mr. Allcroft's (or rather, it should be, All-
crafts) arts and contriiances are a happy satire upon
the faults and frauds of the day. Intermingled
with the history of his machinations is a very inte-
resting and adventursus story—a little too highly
coloured, perhaps, it its descriptions : as, for
example whero one of heroines is thus glowingly
portrayed Watch that soft blue eye, that cheek
emulating the damask rose, the white forehead,
those delicately-chise'led lips, the rounded nostrils
—none of which Venus could have excelled !
Let that eye sparkle, that cheek flush, the
1 forehead contract, ;he lips curl, the nostril