1889] REG. WYVERNE'S POEM. 171 



tlie honuds. Fduiid at Mollin^toii Wood, and ran at a treiuoiidons pace again 

 by Avon Das.sett, over tlio Bnrton Hills, and down into the Vale, and to 

 gronnd close to Old Leys, after tliirty-eig-lit minntes without a check. Bolted 

 ;uid killed him.* 



November 26th, WoJford Village. — Frosty morning-. Very cold all day, 

 with snowstorms. Found in the wood, got away with a bad start, and ran to 

 ground at Chastleton, Found at Todenham Spinney, and ran at a great pace 

 over the river, and again over it near Tidmington, and lost in a snowstorm 

 near Idlicote. Were holloaed on to a fox as we were drawing Hell Brake, 

 and ran him at a hunting pace by Whatcote, and left Oxhill Covert on the 

 right as if for Pillerton Gorse, but swung right-handed, and ran by Oxhill 

 Village nearly to Tysoe ; turned to the right again hei-e, and the pace 

 improved very much, and we ran l)aek to Idlicote. The last twenty minutes 

 very good. Got close to him at Honington Covert, but unfortunately they 

 got aAvay with a fresh fox, and when we stopped them and turned back we 

 never got on the hunted fox again. A good run of an hour. 



Stopped by frost on November 28th and 29tli. 



November SOtJi, The Keitneh. — Found at Pillerton New Covert, ran over 

 Herd Hill as if for the Oak Fields, but turned short back by Moorlands, and, 

 leaving Butler's Marston. Pillerton. and Brickkiln G(n-se on the right, ran to 

 Mr. Lowe's house at Ettingtoii; turned to the left, and pointed for Idlicote, 

 but swung to the left, the pace improving, and crossed the brook, and ran 

 into the fox in the open just below Pillerton, after a good hunting run of an 

 hour and twenty-five miiuites, all in the open. 



Stopped by frost on December 2nd for a week. 



"TO GYNETH." 



" This is Gyneth's waking huur."' 



The Bridal of Tricrmain. (COPYHHiHT. ) 



The sportsman implores liis lady love, who is as usual occupied in arranging hei- 

 hair, to join the hunt — in a word, he adjures her to " hurry up," and not keep her 

 escort waiting. He sees the hounds let out of the kennel, and notes their eagerness for 

 the chase. A large woodland being drawn, he requests the huntsman "to keep his horn 

 going," in order that he may not be left behind. Having fortunately heard the first 

 whip's " Gone away," which reached him from a long way down wind, he gets a fair 

 start, and does his best to keep in sight of the flying pack. He exhorts the Spring 

 Captain, who has arrived on the scene before his time, not to override the hounds at a 

 •check. By careful and bold riding he is one of the fortunate few in at the death. 

 Arrived at home, he receives a welcome and loving greeting, and after a good dinner, at 

 which the toast of " Foxhunting and the Warwickshire Hounds " is duly honoured, he 

 sees the ladies off to bed, and repairs to the smoking room, where he rides the run over 

 again, and comforts liimself and friends, on retiring to his virtuous couch, with the 

 thought that they will be sure to hunt again in the morning. 



Wake ! lady, wake ! the dawn is o'er the hill, 

 The clouds of night have flown, why slumber still ? 

 They're melting fast those diamonds of the dew, 

 Fearing to match your eyes so bright and blue. 



• * I rode the black horse again this day. Dudley Leigh, Basil Hanbury, and Mr, 

 Canceller were in front along the Cherwell Vale.— W. E. V. 



