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ON READING AN EXTRACT FROM THE HUNTING DIARY 

 OF VERNON DELVES BROUGHTON, ESQ., SHOWING 

 HOW AND WHERE THE DUKE OF GRAFTON's HOUNDS 

 KILLED THEIR GOOSEHOLME FOX ON 29TH NOV- 

 EMBER, 1872 



A FOX, by the pack sorely press'd in his flight, 

 Reaching Marston St. Lawrence began to take 



fright ; 

 In the housekeeper's room how alarming the crash, 

 As he shot like a thunderbolt in at the sash ! 

 They screech'd with one voice when he first came 



in view, 

 But the halloa they gave was a hullaballoo ; 

 Such a dust was ne'er rais'd in that parlour before 

 As now rais'd by the brush which was sweeping the 



floor ; 

 Too late the old butler indignantly cried 

 " Not at home," the whole pack was already inside ; 

 Though the housewife's preserves harbour'd mice by 



the score, 

 No fox until now had set foot in her store. 

 The table o'erturn'd, and the teacups dispers'd, 

 Such a break-up before never ended a burst ; 

 The servants pick'd up broken platter and bowl ; 

 They call'd ever after that parlour Pug's hole. 

 And a pad, which next morning was found on the floor, 

 By the page as a trophy was nail'd to the door. 

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