24 MARCH 1838, Page 8

It is melancholy to witness the present state of the

game, owing to the severity of the weather : dead hares are lying scattered over the fields in all directions; whole coveys of partridges have disappeared; and even in preserves, where not full-fed, pheasants are dying in eon. aiderable numbers. Many gentlemen have made up their minds already to give the game a jubilee next season : the great fear is there will be few survivors. Wood-pigeons and small birds have died in great man. bers.—Ineerness Paper.