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melody ; the listening ploughman now stops his 

 plough ; and every distant shepherd neglects his 

 flock, and runs to see him break. What joy I 

 what eagerness in every face ! 



" How happy art thou, man, when thou-rt no more 

 Thyself ! when all the pangs that grind thy soul, 

 In rapture and in sweet oblivion lost. 

 Yield a short interval, and ease from pain !" 



Somerville. 



Mark how he runs the cover's utmost limits, yet 

 dares not venture forth ; the hounds are still too 

 near. — That check is lucky ; — now, if our friends 

 head him not, he will soon be off — hark ! they hal- 

 loo : by G — d he's gone. 



" Hark ! what loud shouts 



Re-echo thro' the groves I he breaks awav : 



Shi-ill horns proclaim his flight. Each straggling hound 



Strains o'er the lawn to reach the distant pack, 



'Tis triumph all and joy." 



Now huntsman get on with the head hounds ; the 

 whipper-in will bring on the others after you : keep 

 an attentive eye on the leading hounds, that should 

 the scent fail them, you may know at least how far 

 they brought it. 



' Mind Galloper, how he leads them ! — It is diffi- 

 cult to distinguish which is first, they run in such a 

 style : yet he is the foremost hound. — The goodness 

 of his nose is not less excellent than his speed : — 

 How he carries the scent ! and when he loses it, see 

 how eagerly he flings to recover it again. — There — 

 now he's at head again — see how they top the 



hedge ! Nov/, how they mount the hill ! 



Observe v/hat a head they carry ; and show me, if 

 you can, one shufFier or skirter amongst them all : 

 are they not like a parcel of brave fellows, who, 

 v/hen they undertake a thing, determine to share its 

 fatigue and its dangers equally amongst them ? 



" . . . . Far o'er the rocky hills we range, 

 . And dangerous our course ; but in the brave 



