FAREWELL TO TARPORLEY 



That good old soul, John Dixon, and his lengthy s:. 



draught of ale, 

 That mirthful day when " Little Dogs " came home 



without a tail. 



VIII 



The glory of that gallop which old Oulton Low 



supplied, 

 The front-rank, men of Cheshire charging onward 



side by side ; 

 The Baron with his spurs at work in rear of the 



advance, 

 When Britain, in the field, for once ran clean away 



from France. 



IX 



The find at Brindley cover and at Dorfold Hall the 



kill, 

 The Breeches left behind us but the brush before us 



still ; 

 The fox that skimm'd the Tilston cream — forget we 



never shall 

 The score of hunting breeches that were wash'd in 



that canal. 



X 



And that ill-starr'd disaster when, unconscious of the 



leap, 

 I dropp'd into the water of a marl-pit six feet deep ; 

 Enough to damp the keenest — but conceive the 



fearful sight. 

 When I found that underneath me lay the body of 



Jack White. 



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