... THE DASH OF LARKSPUR. A STORY OF THE DERBY. B-! G. G. I. HAS mine a chance? repeated old Jake Creamley, in response to a question as to the prospects of his candidate for Epsom honours; well, you know we've all a chance while we are alive. And my horse-- he chuckled with delight-- is certainly alive. That reply seemed to be, at the best, evasive, if not enigmatical. Horses in the dead ...

... . The season for fishing and fish stories is nearly ended for 1902, hence the appended narrative of remarkable tenacity of life on the part of Empire State black bass will be read with interest or incredulity One day last week Phillip Rutert and George G. JAirK, two anglers of Syracuse, went for a day's fishing, 'tis said, at Cross Lake. They were out on the lake early in the morning, and, ...

... . By NAT GOULD. SOME curious transactions took place in Victoria in the early seventies. Men were not over particular in those days, and had not learned the true meaning of the rights of owner ship of property-- if they considered they possessed any rights at all. Get money-- honestly if you can, but get it-- was a maxim much thought of, honesty, however, being at a dis count. Horse-stealing ...

... . By 6. G. I. THE fact is well known and appreciated in sporting circles that a pigeon turned hawk is always dangerous. If he assumes lo be well connected, and possesses advantages not usually found in Newgate, we must be careful to keep out of his way. What he likes best, because it pays best, is racing with a pigeon under his wing. A person of the type thus feebly indicated knows how to ...