308 THE WAEWICKSHIEE HUNT. ]8(;8 



2Uh, Uffon Wood.— B.ard day. Killed oue fox. 

 25//i, Mitford Bridge.— Rani day. 



27th, Long Marston. — Very hard day. Plenty of foxes. Scent very bad. 

 2Sth, Wroxton Neio Inn. — Fair day; a lot of galloping about. Killed 

 oue fox. 



The following poem is too excellent to let pass. It is 

 by the late Lord Rosslyn, and was supplied to us by the 

 Rev. H. J. Torre, of Norton Curlieu : 



COSTUME OF THE NEW MASTER OF THE QUORN 

 (MR. HODGSON). 



l^Blackwood'.'i Magazine, February 1st, 1840.] 



Hodgson in a bit of pink ! 



Sliade of Stultz, shade of Brummell, 

 Who of such a sight could think, 



Having seen him in the pommel ? 



Hodgson in white leathers, tights, 



Braces, bumbags, brogi;es, or breeches 



Made to fit like very Flight's, 



Till the pressure starts the stitches. 



Hodgson in a pair of tops, 



Crowning Hoby's buttons bright ; 

 Reynard's self, when running, stops 



A while to gaze on such a sight. 



Hodgson in a pair of gloves, 



White and Woodstock, deftly fitting ; 



Vainly Veniis sent her doves 



With a pair of lier own knitting. 



Hodgson in a velvet cap, 



Worn by eveiy Midland Master ; 

 Worn, too, now by many a chap 



Who measures s^jortsmen hj the castor. 



(rlowing pink on Lincoln green 



Never warmed that manly back, 

 Glorious Tom was never seen 



Following Fashion's foolish track. 



Never did his stalwart knees 



Go without those good old caps ; 

 Hvmter never Hodgson sees 



Fribbled out like bandbox chaps. 



