18G8: LORD ROSSLYNS POEM. 309 



Gloves — the gloves that served for Adam, 



Erst in Eden (Yorkshire tanned), 

 Ninirod, Hector. Corbett had 'em, 



Are the gloves for Hodgson's hands. 



Hunting is not done by breeches, 



Bits of pink, or waistcoat prim, 

 Gloves and guards, and straps and stitches. 



Heart and soul are all for him. 



Take them, take those gifts away, 



Gallant Rosslyn ! Sterling gold 

 Wants no gilding, poets say, 



Spoils not Hodgson's manly mould. 



Leave our master in his glory. 



Leave him in his jerkin brown ; * 

 Leave his noble upper story 



To its broad-brimmed beaver crown. 



Leave him his drab winter vest on, 



Leave him in his leathers dun ; 

 Meynell, Smith, and Osbaldeston, 



Glorious three rolled into one. 



Leave him with what first we found him. 



Decked alone with huntsman's horn. 

 With his gallant hounds around him, 



Prince of Sportsmen. King of Quorn ! 



Robert Worrall's diary {continued) .• 



March 2nd, BUlesJey Hall. — Very fair day. Killed one fox. 

 Zrd, Brailes. — Fair day's sport. Killed one fox. 



5th, Snitterfield. — Quite a good day, and a very hard one. Killed a brace 

 of foxes in a satisfactory way. 



* " Cecil " says: " Mr. Hodgson adopted a peculiarity of costume, when in Leicestei-- 

 ishire as a master of hounds, by wearing a brown instead of a scarlet coat. This he was 

 said to have chosen because, having hunted his hounds in person when in the Holderness- 

 country, they should not recognise their former liuntsman when that trust was deputed 

 to another." " Cecil " was particularly struck with Mr. Hodgson's conciUatory manner 

 with his field (pp. 145, 146, 1854 e"d.). "Cecil" also says (p. 373, 1854 ed.) : 

 " Uncourteous behaviour is repretensible in all classes, in none more than in a 

 huntsman." On page 272 he gives rather a good &tory of the Mr. Boycott who was 

 such a hard rider in Warwickshire, and afterwards hunted his own hounds in Shrop- 

 shire. A faimer complained tliat the whipxerin had ridden into a field of wheat to 

 v'ew the fox away. "Ah," ?aid Mr. Boycott, " I have heard all about it; I turned him 

 away." The faimer looked at the two whippers-in, and did not recognise the man. It 

 happened that he had met with an accident, and the kennelman had tak^n his place. 

 Was this a case of splendide menda.r .' . 



