Although the keener sportsman prefers to go beyond the colonial boundary for prey, yet it is customary in the towns for a number of friends to make up a shooting party, who sally forth with waggons and a tent, which they pitch on some agreeable spot, and stay for several days, living _al fresco_,--enjoying good sport by day and good fare at the end of it, with merry songs, toasts, and stories. Others prefer hunting, mount their active little horses, and, followed by a whole host of curs, whose pedigrees would puzzle the most ingenious zoologist, sally forth in search of wild bucks; and many a good run they enjoy, and much do they contribute to the stock of good things which grace the table on the greensward at night. “BATTLE WITH LIFE!” Bear thee up bravely, Strong heart and true! Meet thy woes gravely, Strive with them too! Let them not win from thee Tear of regret, Such were a sin from thee, Hope for good yet! Rouse thee from drooping, Care-laden soul; Mournfully stooping ’Neath grief’s control! Far o’er the gloom that lies, Shrouding the earth, Light from eternal skies Shows us thy worth. Nerve thee yet stronger, Resolute mind! Let care no longer Heavily bind. Rise on thy eagle wings Gloriously free! Till from material things Pure thou shalt be! Bear ye up bravely, Soul and mind too! Droop not so gravely, Bold heart and true! Clear rays of streaming light Shine through the gloom, God’s love is beaming bright E’en round the tomb! SPY POLICE. We have already given some insight into the workings of the Detective Police system of London, and have found that it is solely employed in bringing crime to justice. We have no political police, no police over opinion. The most rabid demagogue can _say_ in this free country what he chooses, provided it does not tend to incite others to _do_ what is annoying to the lieges. He speaks not under the terror of an organised spy system. He dreads not to discuss the affairs of the nation at a tavern, lest the waiter should be a policeman in disguise; he can converse familiarly with his guests at his own table without suspecting that the interior of his own liveries consists of a spy; when travelling, he has not the slightest fear of perpetual imprisonment for declaring himself freely on the conduct of the powers that be, because he knows that even if his fellow-passenger be a Sergeant Myth or an Inspector Wield, no harm will come to him.