1895] GOOD-BYE, SWEET HORN. 291 



the noble master, whicli included Lord Nortli, Lord Chcsliam. Captiiiu 

 Elniliirst. Hon. and Rov. W. Verney, Sir Charles and Lady Mordaunt, 

 Captain AUfrey. Major Armstrong, Captain and Mrs. Osltoruc. Hon. 

 Katliarint" Vm-ney, Mr. Pelham, Mr. and Mrs. Fane Gladwin. Mr. Goodman. 

 Rev. H. F. Knio-i.th'y. Mr. Baker. Mr. and Mrs. Boneh, Captain Cowan, Mr. 

 Blyth, Mr. James, Mr. Fairfax Lucy, Mrs. Paidet, Mr. Wliitwortli. Captain 

 Haig, Captain MeCalmont, Misses Allfrey (3), Miss Kuightley. Messrs. 

 "Knott, sen., Jolliffe, Fairbrother, Adanithwaite, Johnson Wilkes, Garner, 

 Knott. ]un., Norris, and Gascoigne. The hounds wex'e first thrown into 

 Watergall, and that proved a failure. Nunn's Bushes were next resorted to, 

 and fr<nu here a fox broke covert and was Imnted over the hill pointing for 

 Itchington Lime Works, but turning- short back into the covert, he was killed 

 and buried in his unclean jacket. The next point of attack was Ladbroke 

 Gorse, and from here a stiff-necked fox was sent away at the Ladbroke hill- 

 side. Swinging to the right towards Welsli Road Gorse, they ran him on at 

 a clinking pace oyer a nice line of country close up to Priors Hard^vick. 

 which was left behind on the left, and over Mr. Scriven's late occupation ; 

 skirting the Wormleig-hton Spinneys, the chase was continued over the 

 Banbury and Warwick turn})ike in the direction of Watergall, which was, 

 however, left behind on the right, over the Great Western Railwaj^ as if 

 Bishop's Itchington was the point ; but, after doing a ring, they recrossed the 

 railway, and hunted over the hills, with Nunn's Bushes on the right, tliroug-h 

 Ladbroke Villag-e, with Ladbroke Gorse on the left, over Mr. Addison's farm, 

 over the canal, and up to Wormleighton Village, when the hounds threw u)> 

 their heads, and nothing more could be made of it.* 



Miss Katharine Verney went very well in this run, and 

 cleared the Watergall Brook in hne style. 



GOOD-BYE, SWEET HOEN ! 



(Copyright.) 



Ou heariug the horn blown to collect hounds late in the evening on one of the last 

 days of the season. 



Inscribed to "Kitty." 



Good-bye, sweet horn ! 'tis the last time 



We hear thee for mouths agaiu ; 

 The funeral dirge of our pastime 



Swells with an echo of pain. 



They say the wild swan was singing 



Its requiem song ere she died ; 

 Sweet horn, to-day thou wert ringing 



The passing bell of thy pride. 



* The fox may have crept in somewhere. It is pretty certain that we changed 

 somewhere near Wormleighton the lirst time round, and perhaps again near Bishop's 

 Itchington, though this is more doubtful. — W. R. V. 



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