358 THE ESSEX FOXHOUNDS. 



Now, by the shade of Assheton Smith, 



It was a goodly sight 

 To see some thirty horsemen 



Ride in the foremost flight ; 

 So flies a yacht, with topsail set, 



Running before a breeze. 

 So o'er our heads a driven bird 



Skims noiseless through the trees. 



See Tufnell at an ugly fence 



Turn first his horse's head, 

 And Edward Ball come after him 



On a new thoroughbred. 

 Sir Henry riding " Multum " 



Is going well to-day, 

 And Mr. Coope is giving us 



An electrical display. 



Watch Yerburgh exemplify 



A style we rarely find, 

 Bold riding with an eye to hounds. 



Judgment and pluck combined. 

 Hargreaves with coat-tails flying, 



And Waters jumping gates. 

 And the Major followed by a form 



That looks like Mrs. Tait's. 

 And Roffey on the whitefaced bay 



Charging a Roothing ditch, 

 Into whose depths a nameless youth 



Head first is seen to pitch. 



And down goes many a thruster 

 Purled by some rotten bank. 



And many a half-conditioned steed 

 Lies prone with sobbing flank, 



