APPENDIX. 7,6^ 



Concede to dear old Parasite ; 



Yet why a match should he desire, 



We've Flint and Steel, what more require ? 



High Price, 'tis plain, must ha\e a fall ; 

 No ghastly fence can Jones appal ; 

 May Heaven itself his neck defend. 

 My trusty Councillor and friend ! 

 Long Collin, with a beaming face, 

 Nor draws his rein, nor picks his place ; 

 Hill tops the timber, he can count 

 Artemidorus ' a grand mount : 

 With what a prospect may he base 

 High hopes on his next steeplechase ! 

 And when t'wards Roydon Park we bend. 

 And Hertford's smiling plains extend, 

 The gallant grey - chafes at his rein. 

 Thinking he's close at home again. 

 While on the breezes, faintly borne, 

 Ted dreams his beauties'* hear tlie horn. 



Stay ! stay ! hark to yon warning loud, 

 Restraining the too eager crowd, 

 As hounds a moment pause in doubt, 

 The next, range busily about, 

 With curious nose and waving stern 

 Trace out their quarry's sudden turn ! 



' Mr. R. Hill's horse. 



- Mr. Howard F'owlei-'s horse. 



' Mr. Edward Barclay's harriers. 



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