368 THE ESSEX FOXHOUNDS. 



Far from where courteous or irate, 

 Jostle the crowd in gap or gate, 

 Still with the leading hound in sight 

 Barnes rides a little left or right. 



How often, if our horse " refuse," 



The prophet Balaam's words we use. 



" Had I a sword," in wrath we say, 



" That sword this stubborn beast should slay. 



A simpler remedy I give 



The deadly blade's comparative : 



My counsel in such case to all, 



" Send him to school at Tawney ' Hall." 



O'er twisted binder, tangled weed, 

 Here lightly hops Jack Felly's steed ; 

 Gerald no option grants his horse. 

 Stern vetoes every other course, 

 Yet one full license freely gives, 

 To jump and gallop while he lives. 



Two riders next to meet our eye, 

 Brethren in peaceful rivalry. 

 They both a gaudy garb refuse. 

 Horses of selfsame colour choose ; 

 Yet, if compared, each brother's steed, 

 For breeding, beauty, strength and speed, 

 Willie will grant without a qualm. 

 The flying Duchess''' bears the palm. 



Here, gently swinging back a gate. 

 Ponders the Sheriff Designate, 

 How many stone could Midshipmite, 



' The Residence of Mr. Harry Sworder. 

 ■ Mr. George Sewell's mare. 



