1889] A CEACKER FROM WELSH ROAD. 173 



Now for one dash ! tlie fox is sinking fast, 

 He's turned up wind to die — the earths are past ; 

 See Trampler's hackles up — from scent to view — 

 Who-whoop ! my boys, who-whoop ! by all that's blue. 



Home ! home once more! and many a greeting sweet, 

 From loving eyes shall each true sportsman meet. 

 And many a gentle voice shall kind declare, 

 " I know they killed — -1 trust that you were there." 



Fill ! butler, fill the flowing bowl again ! 

 One glass of port, one bumper of chamjDagne ; 

 I'll give a toast shall set your souls on fire — 

 •' Foxhunting and the Hounds of Warwickshire." 



Rest ! lady, rest ! untwine that golden crown 

 Of fragrant amber tresses; lay thee down, 

 To dream perchance of how some gallant knight 

 Rode all he could to win that smile so bright. 



Just one cigar ! blame not, if l>y the fire, 

 The brook grows wider, and the rail is higher. 

 The distance longer, and the time more short, 

 We rode it out, my friends, and gained otir port* 



Good-night ! good-night to all ! 'tis time to part. 

 Parting they say's sweet sorrow, where's the smart, 

 And in November where's the grief or pain '^ 

 For on the morn we'll \\\\\\i the fox again. 



Reg. Wyverne, 1895. 



December 19th, Long Itchingfon.— Fonwd the third fox at the Welsh Road 

 Gorse, and ran a regular cracker towards Xapton ; Init left it on the right, 

 and crossed the Sontliam Road, and ran. leaving Calcote on the left, up to 

 Shuckburgh Hill, the pace up to there having been capital. Got away again 

 towards Flecknoe, and ran a ring round tlie gorse, up to the hill again, and 

 away at tlie Priors Marstou end, where we were obliged to stop the pack, 

 after a first-rate run of one hour and forty minutes. A very large field of 

 some 350 out. all of whom, except the master, whips, and Mr. Goodman were 

 tailed off at Shuckburgh, and never saw the last ring. 



December 23rd, Newbold Pacey. — A fox jumped up in a field close to the 

 meet, ran him through the comer of Oakley Wood, and left Higlulowu just 

 on the right, and ran nearly to Whitnash Village ; turned l^ack, and went 

 through Tachbrook Grove, and on as if for Warwick Park, but swung left- 

 lianded, and ran right roimd Tachbrook Village, and very fast into Chesterton 



*" Any port in a storm," we heard our graceless nephew once remark on applying 

 to his flask on a very rough day.^ — W. E. Y. 



