Excerpt from Sporting Scenes and Sundry Sketches, Vol. 1 of 2: Being the Miscellaneous Writings IN committing the collected works of his departed friend to the somewhat precarious sea of popular favor, the editor has but few'remarks to offer his not ungrateful task is end ed, and if any find gratification in the fruit of his labors, rich will be his reward in feeling that he has ministered in some thing to the alas! Posthumous reputation of one whom he esteemed truly living, and afl'ectionately remembers, when remembrance only and regret are left to him. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Sporting Scenes and Sundry Sketches, Vol. 2 of 2: Being the Miscellaneous Writings of J. Cypress, Jr. The thunderbolts of Jove had triumphed, and impious Typhaeus stretched his prostrate length along the groaning earth. Glad Sicily was laid upon the conquered monster, to keep him down; for Jupiter knew well enough there'd be another bloody fight, if ever he got up. Upon his hundred heads rested alarmed old AEtna, covering all save a few long straggling locks. The imposition of such heavy weight, of stone, and wood, and water, bore not the vanquished foe, with dutiful submission; bore not the inhumation, and thanked the hand that buried him; but up against the blackened sky, ingrate, from his rebellious bowels, belched such showers of ashes, and clouds of smoke, mixed up with lava and lumps of coke, that Ocean roared with fear, and AEtna's peaceful seats reeled, and rolled, to and fro, with terror and dismay. The God of Tartarus upstarted at the din, heard in his house profound, all trembling, lest his roof should suddenly be cracked, and daylight enter, and the ghosts get out, and he be overwhelmed with suits for the escape. Up! up! thou wary jailor! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."