1884] A POEM ON THE GREAT RUN. 115 



This inorii, from WellesLourne House, 



A start is mide, and Jack 

 In g-et-up neat, with njn'ight seat, 



Rides first to guard the pack. 

 Best of all kennel huntsmen, 



And good at whip2)ing in, 

 At all times near his lordship "s horse 



He stays through thick and thin. 



The way the woods were ringing, 



Proclaimed a scent of course. 

 The sportsman wise, of high emjjrise, 



Has rightly saved his horse. 

 He knows his lordship's keenness, 



He knows he will not sleep 

 Before he's seen his favourites 



Launched on the grassy deep ! 



Close by the turn to Lighthorne, 



The well-known keeper, Eales, 

 Brings tidings which are good enough 



Each one who knows him feels. 

 A greyhound fox this morning. 



In distant woodlands bred, 

 Has entered, as he thought unseen. 



The Pool Fields Osier Bed. 



So when into the covert 



The eager hounds are put, 

 Old Rainbow's voice makes doubly sure 



That Charley is on foot. 

 Oft the cry that customer 



Has heard before to-day. 

 And ere the pack together get 



He's half a field away. 



Hark to the horn ! and forward 



Over ihe grass they carry 

 Such a scent as is a warning 



To sportsmen not to tarry. 

 Here thrusters are, and funkers, 



And some, who never turning 

 From fences, still their horses save, 



When scent's breast high, and burning. 



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