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Steady, my pet, at the five-barred gate, ' 

 Lightly over, with heart elate ; 

 Up witli the elbow, down with the head. 

 Crash through the bullfinch like shot of lead. 



Forrard away, &c. 



VI. 



Look at the hounds, their muzzles high ; 

 A sheet would cover them ; on they fly ; 

 No music now, not a whimpering cry — 

 Neck or nothing : we'll do or die. 

 Swinging along at a slashing pace, 

 With souls on fire each risk to face. 



Forrard away, &c. 



VIL 



Thread the hazels ; over the stile — 

 'Tis forty-five minutes each five a mile. 

 Hurrah for the staghounds ! let others sneer 

 x\t the fatted calf, and the carted deer ; 

 But we know, as we feel our hunter's stride, 

 A man must be a man who with these can ride. 



Forrard away, &c. 



The reign of the present master, Mr. Sheffield Henry 

 Morier Neave, began in the year 1885. In January of 

 that year he removed from Hertfordshire to his present 

 residence at Mill Green, and at Easter he was invited to 

 tak(; the staghounds. The opening meet was held at the 

 King William on November loth, when an untried hind 



