1825] THE DEEPDALE RUN. 75 



This run, according to Mr. Vyner,* was celebrated in 

 verse by a well known sporting divine, as follows : 



THE DEEPDALE RUN. 



Here's succoss to the pack of the Staffordshire Lord, 



And a healtli to Sir The, who's a man of his word ; 



For two better Britons ne'er joined their address, 



To realise sj^ort with sueli signal success. 



And here's to the day when at Deepdale again 



AVe'U find such a fox as was yesterday slain ; 



A traveller, stranger, stout, gallant, and shy, 



With his earths ten miles oft", and those earths in his eye. 



He was oft' like a shot at the sound of the horn, 



As the stars disappear at the pale pt^ep of morn. 



No uproar to render hounds wilful or wild. 



He was not viewed away by a Leicestershire field ; 



But a snug little party of gens de ijrovince, 



With moderate nags, so the hounds had a chance. 



A party from Birb'ry, from Leamington some, 



A feAV were from Dunchurch, and Napier from home ; 



There was Wyndham and Ladbroke, Kingston and Bowen, 



And twenty I had not the honoiu- of knowing. 



With Applewait, Oliver, Spooner, and Lance, 



The peer on Young Watson, and Coke on Advance. 



The hounds they set-to, as if meaning to run, 



In spite of a gaudy, meridian sun ; 



They settled in earnest we very soon found. 



With thf'ir heads in the air, and their sterns on the ground. 



How th .ry dash up the headlands, and fling up the glades ! 



How they draw the best breath from the Leamington blades ! 



How jealous they render these " Spa-swilling chaps," 



Such whipping, such spurring, such charging of gaps, 



Such very tight neckcloths, such very slack reins, 



Sueh squeezing at gates, and such work in the lanes ! 



In short, I'll defy you to say, in the burst. 



Who were jjressing, or nicking, or tailing, or first. 



The peer had no time to decide which was which, 



Go it Victory, Tidings, and Spiteful, my bitch. f 



Not a word for a farmer, a rate for a flat. 



E'en for me, who at football had played with his hat. 



Quoth he, " If I judge by the line that he ran 



Once before, you may presently press if you can." 



* It does not, unfortunately, come w-itliin our province to reproduce the picture of 

 Mr. Vyner and his hounds. It was painted by " Jones," and we cannot trace its 

 possessor. 



t Three favourite hounds in his lordship's pack. 



