The Sun.
London, England, 1842-01-01 00:00:00

by the stag-hound, to discover what had happened.
The dog rushed forward, baying and menacing; and
Liddesdale could only see by the glimmering light of the
stars, something receding from him. It was the body of
the Hottentot being dragged along by a fierce and strong
hyaena, that never once let loose the hold at the throat.
Brian had rushed into a thicket, and made an attack on
the brute. Liddesdale hesitated to fire, being apprehen-
sive that he should shoot the man or his own dog. On a
sudden all rolled-down the edge of a steep bank together.
Liddesdale followed, the hyaena fled before Brian, and
Liddesdale examining the poor herdsman's wound, found
it to be mortal, for he had been suffocated with his own
blood. Brian returned; it seemed like an extraordinary
instinct, and an intervention of Providence, for at the
same moment the cattle in the inclosure were lowing dis-
mally, and the heart-piercing shrieks of Mrs. Liddesdale
floated in the night air. The dog flew to the inclosure.
The bold heart of Liddesdale quailed. He sprang over
the fence, and there beheld an appalling sight indeed.
A large spotted hyaena, had dragged the boy Aliek from
his bed,- and was inflicting grievous wounds on his flesh;
but at the next moment the 14 rena uttered a dismal
howl, and Liddesdale saw Brian snap upon the beast and
drag it backwards from the poor child, giving the fero-
cious brute a powerful gripe, which made the stag-
hounds teeth meet at the vertebrae of the neck, and there
he held his antagonist fast. The first effort of Liddes-
dale was to raise-his shrieking boy, and gently again to
place him on his bed. lie then rushed with a sabre on
the hyaena, who was struggling with mighty efforts, and
rolling over and over with Brian, who, however, never
relinquished his hold, notwithstanding being torn every
moment with the sharp claws of the hyaena. Liddesdale
observing this, disabled the murderous beast by a cut
across each joint of the leg-bone, and at length succeed-
ed in plunging the sabre:into the heart of the hyena,
when the crimson blood rushed, along the floor of the
cabin.

In the third Part of the "Summer Holiday"
—the two former bavCalready appeared—there
are several interesting varticulars respecting
celebrated English oaks. Strange to say, how-
ever, the author makes no mention of four of the
most celebrated ones—viz. „14-ke one in Windsor
Park, for ever associated With Jack Falstaff and
the Merry Wives of Windsor;. the huge Fairlop
oak which was cut down a few years since, and
was considered, we believe, the largest and
oldest in the country ; the .ohe in which Charles
the Second took shelter on his flight from Wor-
cester, and the famous one, still shown to the
inquisitive traveller, beneath whose ample shade
Sir Phillip Sidney is said to have been born. In
quoting the line " Time bath moulded into
beauty many a tower," the author is guilty of
two inaccuracies. In the first place, he attri-
butes it to Mason, whereas it was written by Sir
Walter Scott ; and secondly, he substitutes
" moulded" . for " mouldered," thereby destroy-
ing all the poetical beauty of the idea.. Of-the
few remaining articles, the cleverest, or, at any
rate the most humourous, is the " Letter from
Barney Brallaghan to Oliver Yorke, Esq."