i6o The Chase 



A Joomp ! ^i> o <?^ '^> 



ONE sez, "Moy 'oss a wunna joomp;" 

 another sez, *' Young mon, 

 Will your 'oss joomp ? fur if a will, Oi wish as 



you'd go hon." 

 Sez Oi, " Oi niver 'oss'd afore, bur louk oup, fur 'ere 



goes," 

 And Smiler med a rood raight threough and landed 

 on his nooze. 



F. Cotton. 



Lost ! ^> xi> H^> <c> 



I SHALL end with an anecdote of a late huntsman 

 of mine, who was a great slip-slop, and always 

 called successively successfully. One day, when he 

 had been out with the young hounds, I sent for him 

 in, and asked him. What sport he had had, and how 

 the hounds behaved ? "Very great sport, Sir, and 

 no hounds could behave any better." — " Did you 

 run him long?" — "They ran him, and please 

 your honour, upwards of three hours successfully.'^ — 

 " So, then, you did kill him ?" — " 0/?, no^ Sir^ we 

 lost him at last.''' 



Peter Beckford. 



A Hunt Breakfast .^> ^> ^i> 



THERE are worse moments in life than those 

 passed at a hunt breakfast. Seated at a table 

 decorated with flowers of surpassing brilliancy and 

 freshness, and covered with viands which afford 

 every facility for the gratification of the more 

 material tastes ; the windows overlooking the lawn, 

 dotted all over with scarlet coats ; the Master dis- 



