FAREWELL TO TARPORLEY 



May Lascelles in his chosen home long, fong a 



dweller be, 

 To Philo gorse a bumper, to Sir Philip three times 



three. 



XV 



Young inheritors of hunting, ye who would the sport 



should last. 

 Think not the chace a hustling race, fit only for the 



fast ; 

 If sport in modern phrase must be synonymous with 



speed. 

 The good old English animal will sink into a weed. 



XVI 



Accept the wish your Laureate leaves behind him ere 

 we part, 



That wish shall find an echo in each Cheshire sports- 

 man's heart, 



May Time still spare one favour'd pair, tho' other 

 creatures fail, 



The Swan that floats above us, and the Fox that 

 skims the Vale ! 



xvii 



The snobs who haunt the hunting-field, and rouse 



the master's ire, 

 The fence of fair appearance masking lines of hidden 



wire ; 

 A straight fox mobb'd and headed by the laggards 



in the lane, 

 A good one dug and murder'd, I have seen such 



sights with pain. 



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