PICTURE OF THE CHESHIRE HUNT 



On the Picture of the Cheshire Hunt ^ 



PAINTED BY H, CALVERT IN 1 84O 



ERE our Kennel a coal-hole envelop'd in smoke, 

 Blood and bone shall give way to hot water and 

 coke ; 

 Make and shape, pace and pedigree, held as a jest. 

 All the power of the Stud in a copper comprest ; 



II 



The green collar faded, good fellowship o'er. 



Sir Peter and Barry remember'd no more. 



From her Tarporley perch ere the Swan shall drop 



down. 

 And her death-note be heard through the desolate 



town, 



III 



Let Geoffrey record, in the reign of Queen Vic, 

 How the horse and his rider could still do the trick; 

 Let his journal, bequeath'd to posterity, show 

 How their sires rode a-hunting in days long ago. 



IV 



In colours unfading let Calvert design 



A field not unworthy a sport so divine ; 



For when Joe was their Huntsman, and Tom their 



first Whip, 

 Who then could the chosen of Cheshire outstrip ? 



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