35° THE ESSEX FOXHOUNDS. 



The duties of our office 



To-day let clerks fulfil, 

 To-day let others have our briefs, 



Or swell a client's bill ; 

 And in the haunts of Thespis 



To-night we'll not be seen, 

 Staring at pretty ballet-girls, 



We're off for Matching Green. 



Now at the place of meeting 



The plot is thickening fast. 

 And sportsmen, who are riding on, 



By those on wheels are past. 

 Behind two spanking chestnuts 



See George and Arthur Cure, 

 And that trim figure and neat seat 



Is Caldecott's, I'm sure. 



See Bagot, Archer of the Hunt, 



On Snowball's back appear, 

 And Gibson, from whose coverts 



We had such sport last year ; 

 George Hart, whom whether young or old. 



We all find hard to beat. 

 Mills on his famous Polly, 



And Sworder's graceful seat. 



Safe on a dark grey hunter. 



In spite of falls still sound, 

 The Reverend Frederick Fane rides up 



Dispensing mirth around ; 

 The centre of a laughing group, 



Beside him are his daughters, 

 Miss Fane, whom rivers cannot stop, 



And charming Mrs. Waters. 



