The Sun.
London, England, 1866-12-29 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONL ON, SATURDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 29, 1866.

he was one of the first to offer his beautiful yacht
to the United States Government as a war vessel,
and was appointed and commissioned a lieutenant
in the navy. The New York Herald, under the
inspiration of Mr. Bennett, has ever advocated a
sea voyage as the surest test of the sea-qualities of
the various yachts who have competed for distinc-
tion in the various Regattas. Several of his oppo-
nents, and too many out of jealousy, have been
unwilling to accord him that credit to which
he is entitled. Sufficient that on his own Yacht, in
this month, when the barometer is most uncertain,
when old Boreas breathes no )Eolian murmurs or
whispers, when the clouds lower and grow heavy
and dark, when the waves beat ma ily one against
the other, when they overleap and crash in a white-
foamed death-struggle for each toppling turn, when
the sun is cold with the chilly breath of the North,
and when the wide Atlantic offers no half-way
house, gallantly, bravely, and heroically across that
tossing sea, when he and his captain and gallant
crew and his noble vessel sped onward, and while
all England was in the communion of family love,
while those who had been severed through the
dreary months of a long year were enjoying them-
selves beneath the pearl-crowned mistletoe, and
when the holly decorated the walls with its coral
beads. This brave young New Yorker, the repre-
sentative of the American press, after a splendid
struggle with his worthy compeers the Vesta and
the Fleetwing, safely anchored his vessel not far
from where England's Queen holds Court, and if
every English heart beats honest, then we all may
say, God bless this brave young nation.

A. R.
P.S.—The details of the voyage of the different
yachts having been so fully and ably reported, your
Commissioner find nothing else to amuse his pen
till next week. A. R.
YACHT HENRIETTA, Friday, 10 a.m.
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ants, locked them up as prisoners, leaving one man
to guard them ; they then sallied down the railroad
which passed by the place, stopped the train by
signals, and ordered it back, firing a pistol ball at
the engine-driver to let him know they were in
earnest. Continuing their proceedings they next
visited the residence of Col. John A. Washington, a
short distance off, awoke him, and then made him
a prisoner. John Brown took the pistols which
Frederick the Great had given to General George
Washington, and which had descended to Colonel
Washington, his grand-nephew ; these he strapped
round his waist, evidently believing he had a good
omen in their possession. Such was the account I
read while journeying on to Washington. Arrived
there I found the Government were alarmed, while
the Southerners were boiling over with fear, indig-
nation, and at the same time threatening venge-
ance. The reports were so varied and exagge-
rated it was impossible to know whether there was
an army, or only a few crazy fools engaged in it.
Statements of the wildest character flew from mouth
to mouth. The Governor of Virginia had called
out all the militia, and also the volunteers, ordering
them to hasten to the scene of action, in order to
prevent the spread of a revolt which was taking
hold of the negroes, and might result in such a con-
flagration of passion and madness as would shock
the world.

I obtained strong letters from the proper parties
to those whom it was supposed would be in com-
mand when I proceeded to the field of action, and,
having proved myself conservative, was permitted
to start on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, which
by this time had been taken possession of by the
military. Up to this period of my life I had never
smelt gunpowder as connected with bullets, the
agents of death. I had played soldier on a small
scale, but as to seeing human beings quietly popped
at as targets that was as yet a novelty. On our
journey we stopped at various villages and towns,
and from each we received additions of armed men,
all of whom were " spothing for a fight," " bound
to kill something or somebody." My companions
were decidedly sanguinary, and curses loud and deep
were uttered against everything that emanated from
the North. This was the beginning of the end!
At last we arrived within a quarter of a mile of the
scene of operations ; and here I must inquest the
reader to allow me to diverge for a short time while
I relate a few of the antecedents of John Brown.
Some few years previous numerous conflicts occurred
between the partisans of the North and South, when
settling the question of the introduction or non-
introduction of slavery into the new territory of
Kansas in the West. Among the early settlers from
the East or Yankee States were John Brown and
his sons. He was imbued with the principles of
Abolitionism, and was determined, if possible, that
slavery should not be introduced into the territory.
He took an active and leading part in support of
his views, and the result was terrible scenes were
enacted, the midnight assassin and the torch of the
incendiary filled the land with mourning. They
were shot dead at their doors, they were found
dead by the roadside and in the field; every day some
new tale of horror added itself to the already ex-
tended catalogue. At last they had a miniature
battle at a place called Ossawotamie, and here
John Brown lost two of his sons. It is said he was
victorious over the Southern partisans, and as a
result he was named Ossawotamie Brown. The loss
of his sons seems to have made an indelible impres-
sion on his mind, and, it is supposed, even affected
his brain. Brooding over his supposed wrongs, he
determined on revenge when the opportunity offered,
and believing the surest means of obtaining it would
he to raise an insurrection among.the slaves against
their masters, he immediately formed his plans.
Having communicated his views to a few confede-
rates, named Stevens, Cook, and Coppie, as well as
having obtained the co-operation of two very clever
free negroes, he started at once for Virginia. Here,
close to Harper's Ferry, which nestled itself beneath
the heights of Maryland and the hills of Virginia,
and not far from the banks of the Potomac and
Shenandoah River, he engaged a house and small
farm, and busily set to work. At the time of the
insurrection he had already manufactured 3,000
pikes, besides having guns, ammunition, &c. He
had drawn up a constitution for the Southern Re-
public, and had proclamations innumerable ready to
issue. So convinced was he of the success which
would attend the mere announcement of his pro-
gramme that he made no preparations to retreat in
case of failure., Eleven men actually filled the
whole South with alarm, and cost the State of Vir-
ginia £50,000. And now I will continue my narra-
tive. John Brown seems to have wasted the most
precious moments of his time. Whether he ex-
pected large bodies of men would come to his assist-
ance will never be known; an examination of his
papers showed no such intention, and yet it seems
impossible that he could ever have launched into
such an enterprise without some expectation of the
kind. His seizure of Harper's Ferry, with all the
Government arms, would certainly seem as if he
had chosen that spot as most useful, seeing that he
could arm all those who flocked to his banners.
Those who could clear up these surmises are beyond
recall—they paid the penalty of their temerity on
the gallows.
The time which had been wasted by John Brow
and his companions had been of sufficient duration
to alarm the country. The conductor of the train
which they had stopped telegraphed at once the
state of affairs, and before long the conspirators
saw their scheme was chimerical and futile. No
negroes flocked to his banners, and, upon the first
approach of any troops, many of his companions
deserted him. There was no organisation ; but
still, once embarked in the enterprise, John Brown
was of that peculiar indomitable temperament
which does not give way to despondency. They
had shot the Mayor and two or three citizens
without any apparent motive or object, and then
they betook themselves, in company with their
prisoners, to the Engine House, where they bar-
ricaded themselves in. This Engine House com;
manded, from its four sides, all the approaches, and
was so situated that even the platform where the
train took in water was completely exposed to the
rifles of those in this improvised citadel. The
negroes were set to work loopholing the brick
walls; and, when all were ready, they informed
the prisoners they intended to sell their lives as
dearly as possible, and that, in case of any attempt
to smash in the doors, they should place them in
such a position as to receive the first volley. The
military were constantly arriving by the trains until
theirinfantry increased to nearly 3,000, besides artil-
lery. They crowned the height, they surrounded the
whole of the exterior of the Armoury, they swarmed
through the village. But they were in a dilemma.
Inside that Engine House were men who knew they
had to die, they knew they could expect no mercy,
they had prisoners with them. If the military fired
they might kill friend as well as foe • then if John
Brown lost any of his men might he not retaliate
upon those who were at his mercy. Then, again,
it was no use attempting to parley, for the appear-
ance of any human figure was the signal for a
volley from the little fortress. Never were three
thousand impatient soldiers in such a position.
There were counsels of war, plans were proposed
and rejected. Flank movements were found of no
avail, and all was doubt and confusion. Two or
three poor wretches who had gone up into the Vir-
ginia hills were driven down and hunted like wild
beasts into the river ; here they were terribly riddled
with bullets. But John Brown was fortified, and
waiting to be attacked in his stronghold. At last,
after nearly two days, the hour of trial was at

hand. Lieutenant Green arrived with thirty of the
regular Marines ; he soon comprehended the state
of affairs, and informed the wise Generals who harl
been assembled so long in conclave that he would
only ask for fifteen minutes to settle the affair. He
asked for a ladder, and then for volunteers in his
squad to man it. At the given word they, using
the ladder as a ram, rushed with full force
against the door; it quivered, but did not
give, while one Marine fell dead and
another was wounded by the deadly fire from
within, quickly retreating and preparing; the com-
manding officer gave the command " Forward,"
and then bang went the door, and it almost flew from
its hinges. John Brown was wounded, one of his
sons was killed, and it was only by the imperative
Command of the officer that they were not all bayo.

neted at once. It would have been well for the
South if they bad, or that being on Government
ground they had been tried by court-martial and
shot by the tap of the drum.
The prisoners, of course, were liberated, and
seemed mad with delight ; the old fat armour-
bearer, by name Bull, embracing everybody and
cheering so long and lustily, it was a wonder apo-
plexy did not relieve him. Colonel Washington
with a generous nature pleaded for mercy for the
wounded. The combat was over, and now the
heroic troops came duwu from the mountains ; they
spread themselves in every direction ; they gathered
pikes, sabres, and rifles as trophies of the campaign,
and then many of them dispersed to their homes.
Then came the trial ; of course the verdict was a
foregone conclusion—•the sentence was death.

The night before John Brown was hung I visited
Charleston, which is a few miles from Harper's
Ferry. The whole town was crowded with military,
and it was evident that the authorities of Virginia
intended to make the occasion as impressive as
possible. Walking into the hotel where the
commanding-general bad his head-quarters, I
presented my credentials and requested to be
allowed to visit the prisoners who were to die.
General Talleperro, afterwards a General in the
Confederate army, but who was the commander
here, seemed evidently opposed to allow any news-
paper correspondents in the town at ali ? The
town, I must state, was under martial law. It was
his belief that an attempt would be made to rescue
the prisoners during the night. The General bad a
typographical map of the country on the table, and
was pointing out to the officers the various ap-
proaches that might be used for an advance on the
town. A more absurd idea never entered the head
of man than that of supposing 10,000 men were
prepared to cross from Ohio over the bridge at
Wheeling. But he made his preparations : cavalry
were posted all over the country, and every
unfortunate traveller who could not give an account
of himself was marched off to the guard-house,
tatoo and the reveille were sounded as if in
organised camp, and orders were given to sound the
" long roll" at the first alarm. How little these
men who were playing the soldier then thought
that in two or three years at the least they would
be fighting to the death, and that their opponents
would use the name of John Brown as a rallying
cry. How many thousands and thousands of men
have marched over these grounds since then weary
with the havoc of war and the shedding of blood.
Having, after some trouble, succeeded in obtaining
the necessary permission, I at once proceeded to the
gaol, and in a few minutes found myself in the
presence of John Brown. He was a man of about
sixty, his hair white as snow, his face sharp and
stern (I might say moulded in an iron mould), his
eyes were grey—piercing grey, his figure thin ; and
I should think somewhat emaciated from the pros-
tration and illness consequent upon his wounds, of
whick he still complained. He was calm, and did
not seem to fear death. He was taciturn, and evi-
dently not desirous of conversing. Upon the table
he had some manuscript. I believe he had been
writing his will. I told him I was sorry to see him
in such a position ; but, pah ! what sympathy can
you extend to a man in such a position ? I in-
tended to have conversed with him, but found my
tongue tied. The moment I entered his presence,
and shaking hands with him, I withdrew, for there
was another visit I learned which he was preparing
for. As I descended the steps I perceived, as far as
the eye could reach, the military drawn up in lines
on both sides of the street, while at the corners were
placed the artillery. The wife of John Brown had
arrived from the North, and was about to take a
last farewell of her husband. We had not long to
wait, for the "silence which was unbroken" was
evidence of something more than ordinary. I looked
up and down the long, serried phalanx, and won-
dered whether those bayonets now glistening in the
sun would ever he stained with blood, and why it
was necessary to strike terror into the soul of one
poor woman by such an array of force. Alas ! the
people of Virginia were merciless. The John Brown
bugbear was to them the skeleton in the house. The
poor wretches who were concerned in the insurrec-
tion were doomed before they were tried. Their
fate was a foregone conclusion. They were to be
made an example of. There was no fear of Execu-
tive clemency, no fear of pardon. Their execution
would strike terror into the hearts of any slaves
wavering in loyalty to their masters. A car-
riage approached down the road. Its occu-
pants were the Vice-President of the Eman-
cipation Society of the United States, an officer
of the Army, and the lady who was so soon
to be made a widow. The soldiers presented arms,
the citizens took off their hats as slowly passed this
more mournful than funeral cortege ; she could see
from her carriage window all the stern prepara-
tions, in the brass-mouthed cannon, the long lines
of muskets, and the cold pitiless eyes of the men.
I saw her face, pale yet calm and heroic, and soon
I saw her alight and ascend the steps of the prison.
Tn another hour a carriage whirled rapidly bye
and conveyed away to Harper's Ferry the sobbing
wife. How terribly sad must be these death-partings
before execution ! How many authors have en-
deavoured to describe the last scenes between those
who suffered for their political opinions on the
scaffold ? Sir John Maore and his daughter, Sir
William Russell and h;s wife, and hundreds of
others. I deem such scenes too sacred to be touched
upon ; it can only be one and the same story, a
story of agony, of embrace, of prayers and tears.
The morrow came, the nightmare of fear was still
on the soul of the Commanding-General. Pickets
were stationed for miles round the country, scouts
were on every road ready to announce to head-
quarters when the army of reserve made its appear-
ance. Not far from the prison the scaffold was
erected in the middle of a large field, skirted by
woods. The citizens of Charleston hal received
orders not to stir from their houses ; none but the
military were to be present and a privileged few.
It was as lovely a day as the heart could wish ; the
sun shone brightly and glistened on the bayonets,
while the sky was as clear and blue as a turquoi.
It was autumn, and the woods were gorgeous in
gold and crimson, emerald and amber. The cavalry
in their red shirts, brigand-looking hats and ostrich
plumes, lent a picturesque aspect to the distance, as
they stood in bold outlines against the woods.
The infantry formed into a great square,
while at each angle a piece of ordnance
was placed in position loaded with grape in case of
any attempt at rescue or escape.. There was Stone-
wall Jackson, a Professor in the Military Institute
of Virginia, and now in command of four guns. I
little knew then that the quiet, unpretending
gentleman in the slouched hat, sitting on a cannon
and almost unnoticed, was to be the great hero of
a future war. There were Jack and Turner Ash-
by, who were afterwards to lead the Black Horse
Cavalry at Bull Run. They were mounted on
splendid stallions—the one white as a snow flake,
the other black as a raven's plume. Fine men they
were, brave they proved as Admirable Crichton, and
as courteous as Bayard. I remember, as Captain
Turner Ashby was about to mount his splendid
steed bolted, he had hold of the reins and his
mane with his left hand ; in a moment he vaulted
into the saddle, and in less than half a minute he
brought his steed on his haunches. Admirable
horsemen were the Ashbys. They have long since
fallen victims to the war upon their own soil.
Then there was Capt. Stuart, a very aristocrat was
he, who afterwards became the great Cavalry
General in Lee's army. But amid all the crowd of
men who were to appear prominently in the great
contest of the future there was one man to whom
history will consign a not very enviable place. In
his appearance and manners he gave me the idea of
a man who could have written Edgar A. Poe's
Raven. There was a " Nevermore" look about
him, strikingly handsome, with his black curly
hair, black eyes and moustache, his pale, well-
chiselled features, and his perfectly regular teeth.
Yet his face always wore a melancholy smile. I
noticed in his conversation he ever spoke bitterly al
John Brown's Raid, as he called it, and cursed the
Abolitionists with no measured tongue; yet he was
good-natured, humorous, and most companionable,
iu his manners, fascinating in the highest
degree. Yet when his face was in calm repose
it wore that sad smile. That Wra4 wag 13ooth,

future assassin of Lincoln ? --Is it not curious how
all the prominent men who figured in the John
Brown tragedy should have met their fate in the
war which was of his making? But to proceed.
The hour of-twelve approached; the solid, compact
square was formed; only one opening was left, and
that for death's procession. The scaffold had been
placed in such a position that whatever incendiary
doctrines John Brown might desire to preach upon
the gallows would be lost in consequence of the dis-
tance to any side of a square. It was determined
not to allow hini to speak. If he had anything to
say he was to address the clergymen or the gaoler.
But, stop. I see the glistening bayonets in the
distance as they waver and move. There is no
" Deal March in Saul," no dirge to be played
for him, not even the ringing of a bell, but
silently they move along as if some village funeral
were taking place, and they were about to consign
sime poor soul who had sunk to rest in a country
graveyard, beneath the willows and the yew trees.,
They have entered the field, entered the fatal square,
and there is the victim. A common waggon, a pair
of grey horses and a driver; in the middle is a coffin,
and on that coffin is seated John Brown ; lie is
dressed in black, his arms are pinioned behind.
There is no sign of fear on that stern face ; he takes
in the whole scene ; who can read his thoughts?
To the last moment he believed he was right, that
he was actuated by lofty motives, and he prophesied
then that the slave would yet be free. The scaffold
was reached, with firm step he ascended to the
platform, and there prepared to meet his fate.
There was a short prayer by the chaplain, in
which John Brown joined, and then he was
led to the drop ; the cap was placed over his
head and face, the roped round his neck, and yet
for at least two minutes he stood on that drop with
nothing but a feeble plank between him and eternity.
The • executioner asked him if he had anything to
say. lie replied, " Nothing ; but do not keep me
unnecessarily long." It required a calm collected
mind to use such a phrase at such a time. But I
have never been able to understand why he was
subjected to that terrible suspense on the drop of
two minutes. At last there was a thud, and

"John Brown's body was a-dangling in the air."
The remains at the proper time were conveyed to
Harper's Ferry, and there delivered to his wife. I
have a lock of John Brown's hair, that was severed
after his death, and this was the memento that re-
called all I am relating.

"I hold it here, a link between the living and the dead."
The body of John Brown was taken to his native
hills in New Hampshire. On the long journey
and at New York thousands of those who believed
him a martyr thronged to see his remains.
Who could then have foreseen or prognosticated
that great armies would or should have fought to
the echo of that name, or that probably four
millions of slaves should have traced their freedom
to the almost madman-like. proceedings of John
Brown 1 What a mournful history has been traced
on the rages of time since tben--what d-2solate
homes, what sorrowing hearts, what gloom has
filled the valleys and silent paths of that fair land-
scape ! Who may not hope that, as all bitter me-
mories fade and passion subsides, that modern
Eden, that matchless country, may bud and
bloom and blossom with the rost:ate hues of
summer-sunned days, and march hand in hand—
South and North—from Allentcee billows to Pacific
sands, with the banner of progress high and aloft !
—Anglo-American Times.

SPIRIr OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

TlMES.—Nothing can be more striking than the
contrast- which is observable between the progress
of the Australian Colonies in all matters of material
prosperity and the proceedings of their Governments.
The manner in which the new settler adapts him-
self, as it were by instinct, to a totally new set of
circumstances, the facility with which he casts off
old habits, and the good sense with which he seizes
and appropriates to his use the powers afforded by
nature, strange and in her least known garb, are
worthy of all admiration. It is melancholy to re-
flect how little the Governments which these young
energetic communities have set over them correspond
to the character of the people whom they rule. The
progress of individuals is neutralised only too often
by the retrograde character of the public policy.
Men whose whole life is, in private, one long and
successful struggle against nature are sacrificed to
the superannuated fallacies of Protection, or taxed
exorbitantly in order to supply an amount of ex-
travagance which the legislators have neither the
will nor the power to correct. When we turn from
political progress, however, we have a most gratify-
ing account of that upon which everything else must
ultimately depend—the advancing settlement of the
country. Large tracts of Australia, particularly in
the far interior, are adapted mainly to pasture, and
are destined for. all .time to come to the support of
scattered flocks of sheep and herds of cattle ; other
lands are unsurpassed in fertility, and admirably
fitted for the abode of • an agricultural population.
Both these kinds of land fell originally into the
hands of the graziers, and it has required a long
struggle to win back the land so occupied for the
use of the people at large. The story is curious. These
lands were originally held by annual license from the
Crown in consideration of a small annual payment.
A Governor some years ago, finding himself in
want of money, bethought himself of this source
of revenue, and arbitrarily increased the amount of
money payable for the grazing properties of the land.
At this stretch of prerogative the Colonists took fire.
It was stigmatised as an abuse of power, and as
tending to neutralise the control over the public re-
venue voted in the Assembly. Iu the quarrel that
ensued the Colonists came out victorious, but the
graziers, having become cognisant of their own
strength, turned the arms which had succeeded so
well against the Governor upon their own allies,and
set up a claim to be protected by leases, pre-emptive
rights, and compensation for improvements against
the invasion, not only of the Crown, but of their
fellow-colonists. An act of Parliament was passed
to give validity to these leases, and under it a very
considerable portion of the lands of New South
\Vales and Victoria has been held up to the present
day. When the Australian Colonists obtained self-
government they set themselves to remedy this cry-
ing grievance, but for a considerable time with only
very partial success. It was found very difficult to
pass actsfor this purpose in an Assembly where the
grazing interest was adequately, and more than
adequately, represented ; and when the acts were
passed the pastoral interest tried for a long time to
defeat them by availing themselves of powers which
were intended to be used against themselves. We
are glad to be assured that in Victoria, at any rate,
the new act is working in accordance with the po-
licy of its framers. It is complained, however, that
in the western part of the Colony of Victoria the
graziers, by employing the powers conferred by the
local act for the benefit of the poorer settlers, have
contrived to get into their hands large tracts of
country which were intended and calculated to be
the seat of a dense population. This mischief was
probably unavoidable under the circumstances.
No law intended for the benefit of all can pre-
vent the advantages derivable from superi. a. local
knowledge and larger capital from telling in
favour of their possessors in the open market.
Nor are these lands, though they have fallen
into the hands of wealthy persons, likely
to belong locked up from occupation by agricultu-
ral possessors. They are too valuable to be used for
pasture merely, and the only difference will be that
the intenclingpurchasermust deal with the purchaser
from the Crown, and not with the Crown itself. One
of the finest districts in the continent, lying at its
south-eastern corner, between the Australian Alps
and the sea, known by the name of Gipps' Land,
has at last been invaded in earnest by agricultural
settlers. It is a land of singular temperance and
amenity of climate, full of large lakes and streams,
and -protected from the burning blast of the north
by a high range of snowy mountains. The process of
clearing, cropping, burning the deal timber, build-
ing houses, and fencing is described as going ou
with the utinoA activity, and all this in a spot where
two months ago there reigned the most absolute soli-
tude, and the land now the scene of such busy exer-
tion was unoccupied and unappropriated. There
needs no argument to prove that such a proceeding
as this must be highly beneficial to the interest of a
anew community, but there is in it even more than at.,
first sight appears. These countries have been handed
over by the ill-judged liberality of Parliament to
the influence of the most unbridled democracy. The
step cannot be easily recalled, and the only remedy
seems to be to evoke the influence which al ways re-
sides in land, and to bring over numbers to the
side of order and economy by giving them some-
thing to lose. It is notorious that in America the
influenc,r that saves the country from perdition re-
sides in the votes of the tillers of the soil. The pas-
toral nature of a great portion of the land of Aus-
tralia unfortunately prevents the same remedy from
being applied to the same extent, but we observe
with pleasure that a palliative is found to au evil
which it seems impossible wholly to remove. _Nor
&Xi we enough rojowe tdlat 3 twitgry at Jut fairly

open to an intending emigrant, separated from the
troubles and anxieties which beset the rest of the
world, with a climate so mild that a labourer may
work every day in the year, where fire is a mere
luxury and fuel is only absolutely required for cook-
ing food, where there are no war; no conspiracies,
no troubles to disturb the onward progress of civi-
lized man, except only such as he raises up for him-
self in the• insolence of a too exuberant prosperity,and
of a constitution framed in somewhat too ample a
spirit of confidence in the perfectibility of mankind.
Once let the lands of Australia be fairly thrown
open to the intending emigrant, and there is really
no sort of comparison between it and any other part
of the globe as a home for hard-working men and
women who find themselves overcrowded at home.
The knot which Parliament so unwisely tied the
Colonial Legislature arc occupied in unloosing, and,
from an lu,pSri d as well as a colonial point of view,
we heartily congratulate them on the success of
their enterprise.

COURSING.

COURSING MEETINGS TO COME.
DECEMBER.

Nano. Judge. Days of Running
Corrie, Lockerbio

JANUARY, 18G7.

Huntingdon Club Mr. Warwick
Lincolnshire, Holbeach Mr. Spafford
Coole, co. Cork (Open)
Third S. Lancashire, (South-

port (Open) . Mr. Westropp 9, 10, 11
Spelthorne Club
Border Union (Longtown)
Cumberland Mr. Warwick
Barton-on-Humber, Lincoln. Mr. Spafford
Altcar Club, Lancashire -
Wigtonsh. Club (Stranraer) Mr. Boulton
Little Crosby Mr. Welding
County Louth Club, Ireland Mr. Spafford
Ridgway Club, Lytham - 3O, &c.
FEBRUARY.

nufford, Lancashire -
Cardiff Club Mr. Warwick
Waterloo, Lancashire -
Tamworth, Staffordshire
..7 Mr. Warwick

MARCH.
Irish Grand National (Open),
county Louta -
Ardrossan, Sharphill -
South Lancashire (South-
port) Champion Mr. Westropp l4, 15, d:c
Leinster (Open) Courtown... Mr. H. Springall l9, 29
Scottish Open, Lanarkshire -
SEPTEMBER.

Brampton, Cumberland Mr. Warwick
OCTOBER
Ancaster auji Willoughby,
Taincoinshire Mr. Spafford