1876] THOSE WHO WENT WELL. 353 



And its being too dark for a look eru a leap. 



But wliiclieveir you think, we liad chased him in vain, 



And the gallant fox lived to be hunted again. 



But oh ! think after this what a swell he will be, 



How sought after for ball and for afternoon tea ! 



How he'll stroke his smart snout, and curl gaily his brush, 



And protest that for Orvis he cares not a rush ! 



While the cubs gaze with awe, and the vixens admire. 



The bold rover who led us half over our shire. 



'Twixt the points I have mentioned, his courage and wiles 



Had forced us to follow nigh twenty-five miles, 



And the size of the fences, deep groimd, and the pace. 



Had scattered our field o'er near half of that space, > 



For of all those bold hoisemen, so proud and elate 



At the find, at the finish were left/^nly eight, 



And the man who was nearest the hounds at the last. 



Was George Smith, of Ailston, his roan unsurpassed. 



Next to him, bravely carried the whole good run through, 



Was Lupton, on Burton, who's scarce fifteen-two ; 



Thovigh his stature be small, when it comes to a pinch, 



He j)i'oves his heart large, and how good is each inch. 



Sir Charles Mordaunt next, in a wonderful way 



He was borne to the end on that five-year-old grey ; 



While Orvis was next, and I scarcely need tell 



How he stuck to his hounds, and went boldly and well. 



Lord Willoughby then, with " his fair lady wife," 



Who bravely kept on to the end of the strife ; 



While good " Charlie Foster " was close at the end. 



With another of Shirley's, he'd mounted a friend. 



I don't know his name ; if I did I would tell 



Who he was, for he went undeniably well. 



But Pegasiis hardly will bear me again, 



To relate when each fell, when each tired one drew rein ; 



And, in fact, I don't know, for as one may surmise, 



I went through that run with but one pair of eyes. 



I looked at the finish — " Oh, where ! and oh, where ! " 



Was the keen Corbett-Holland .'' He was not up there ! 



John Moi'daunt, I heard, near to Kineton stood still. 



And Annesley drew rein at the foot of Edge Hill. 



Percy Hodgson spurred on in a grand disbelief 



In his cob's finite powers, and at last came to grief. 



Aye, sad that my miise is compelled to tell how 



He received, as they rolled, a sharp kick on his brow ; 



But the run he'll remember to life's latest day, 



For he carries for ever the mark of the fray. 



Clifford Chambers, who always goes boldly and straight. 



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