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Inhales the cooling breeze, nor man nor beaft 

 He fpares implacable. The hunter-horfe. 

 Once kind alTociate of his fylvan toils, 

 (Who haply now without the kennel's mound 

 Crops the rank mead, and lift'ning hears with joy 

 The chearingcry that morn and eve falutes 

 His raptur'd fenfe,) a wretched vidim falls. 

 Unhappy quadruped ! no more, alas ! 

 Shall thy fond mailer with his voice applaud 

 Thy gentlenefs, thy fpced ; or with his hand 

 Stroke thy foft dappled fides, as he each day 

 Vifits thy Hall, well pleas'd ; no more Ihalt thou 

 With fprightly neighings, to the winding horn. 

 And the loud-op'ning pack in concert join'd, 

 Glad his proud heart. For oh ! the fecret wound 

 Rankling inflames, he bites the ground and dies. 



Hence to the village with pernicious hafle 

 Baleful he bends his courfe : the village flies 

 Alarni'd ; the tender mother in her arms 

 Hugs clofe the trembling babe ; the doors are barr'd. 

 And flying curs, by native inftindt taught. 

 Shun the contagious bane j the ruftic bands 

 Hurry to arms, the rude militia feize 

 Whate'er at hand they find; clubs, forks, or guns, 

 From ev'ry quarter charge the furious foe. 

 In wild diforder, and uncouth array. 

 Till now with wounds on wounds opprefs'd and gor'd, 

 At one ihort pois'nous gafp he breathes his laft. 



Hence to the kennel, Mufe, return, and view 

 "With heavy heart that hofpital of woe; 



WheF§ 



