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NOTES AND QUERIES. 



[No. 269. 



5. 

 "His noble Brothers present were, 

 Attending on this worthy peer. 

 With many a gentleman of Avorth, 

 Greater than here I can set forth ; 

 I only shall insert each name — 

 Learn you the rest from public fame. 



G. 



" Sir Nicholas upon a black 

 Was bravely mounted, show'd no lack ; 

 Due commendation, could my muse 

 For his great merits words diffuse : 

 More gen'rous, just, or good than he. 

 No mortal ever yet could be. 



7. 



" Joy in his countenance appear'd, 

 Wlierewith his lovely guests he cheer'd ; 

 Brisk, airy, young to all he'll show — 

 And maj' he evermore be so : 

 Great with the honourable sort, 

 Tet still the poor man's chief support. 



' His kinsman, Talbot, there I saw, 

 A comely youth from top to toe ; 

 With many heroes of the same, 

 Yet he's the last of that brave name, 

 Equipp'd in a most gallant sort, 

 To be partaker of the sport. 



" The next rare object I did spy 

 Was a brave horseman, — 0, thought I, 

 That's Pegasus he's mounted on. 

 And he's the young Bellerophon ; 

 Their motions were so well combin'd, 

 Tou'd think they both had but one mind.' 



10. 

 « ' That's Mr. Walers,' one did say, 

 * Mounted on gallnnt Northall grey ; ' 

 And many more I saw, whose names 

 In proper place I shall proclaim, 

 Who, to divert themselves, met there, 

 In hunting of a fallow deer. 



11. 



" Good hounds they had as ever run. 

 Braver the sun ne'er shone upon ; 

 Towler and Tapster, hunters' pride — 

 Famous and Juno, proved and tried, 

 The best that ever traced the grounds,, i 

 And glory of all British hounds. 



12; 



" Car\'er, respected much by Knowls — 

 Wonder and Thunder none controls ; 

 Nor Ploughman — but, they all excell, 

 'Tis hard to say which bears the bell ; 

 Indifferent praises none should have. 

 They're all superlatively brave. 



13. 

 *' Phillis and Comely, pray you mindi, 

 Though in the verse they came behind ;. 

 Their excellence in field is great, 

 Their skill in hunting most complete;' 

 Countess and Caesar bravelj' trace, 

 The ground with charming snuffling face. 



14. 

 " The Buck, unlodged, began to fear. 

 At sight of such a concourse there. 

 Thinking it was conspiracy 

 Against his life, and he must die ; 

 Trusting to feet incontinent. 

 Which still betray'd him by the scent. 



15. 



" The hounds uncoupled on the plain, 

 A mortal war straight did proclaim. 

 With suck melodious mouths they cry. 

 As make a perfect harmony ; 

 Whilst echo answering in each grove. 

 Had quite forgot Narcissus' love. 



16. 



" The sound of horn alarm did give 

 Unto this sillj' fugitive : 

 Who was resolved in this chace 

 To give a prospect to his Grace, 

 And to all worthy hunters there. 

 Of all the country far and near. 



17. 



" To Whalley Moor therefore he run. 

 To Clitheroe and Waddington; 

 Yet visits Mitton by the way. 

 Although he had no time to stay ; 

 Then into Bowland Forest goes, 

 Still follow'd by his fuU-mouth'd foes. 



18. 



" Robin the groom began to swear, 

 This is the devil and no deer, 

 So spurs up cheerful Favourite — 

 A mare that may a prince delight. 

 And coming close in, cried ' Zounds, 

 All Europe cannot snow such hounds ; ' 



19. 



" With tedious but well pleasing steps, 

 Our trusty Abraham forward trips ; 

 No river — mount or dale can stay 

 His passage, but he finds a way 

 Through all obstructions past compare- 

 In hmiting otter, buck, or hare. 



20. 



" Except old Mr. Harris, who 

 Did all that any man could do ; 

 And Mr. Penketh, who pursued 

 As if they both had j-outh renew'd. 

 Equal in skill and in desire, 

 Which made the hunters all admire. 



21. 



"To Stony Moor this buck then tied, 

 Where we did think him almost deaxi : 

 To Storth and Fowlscales then he hied^ 

 And then to pleasant Hodder side ; 

 But had not Famous labour'd sore. 

 We'd hunted all the forest o'er ! 



22. 



"But when he'd cool'd his limbs awhile. 

 And gather'd vigour for new toil. 

 To Bosden stoutly he did run, 

 The scat of Captain Hodgkinson; 

 And there we saw — O fate to tell ! 

 He bv our hounds at Knowsmoor fell ! 



