APPENDIX. 



Fast flies he forward, or at least 

 As fast as he can urge his beast, 

 Straight for the bord'ring ride he makes, 

 His thong's sharp crack its echoes wakes ; 

 The hst'ning fox catches the sounds. 

 Turns back on the pursuing hounds ; 

 One final twist ! one struggle more ! 

 His race is run ! his day is o'er ! 

 Old Grappler has him by the brush ! 

 His vitals feel a Fury's tush ! 

 He fights his foes with latest breath. 

 Brave beast ! ' unconquered e'en in death ! 



Enough ! why tediously prolong 

 The numbers of this simple song ? 

 Would it were worthier to express 

 JMy deep abiding thankfulness. 

 My gratitude to you reveal, 

 The sense of all I think and feel ! 

 Deep graved upon my inmost heart, 

 Ne'er shall that grateful sense depart. 

 But tell how in my darkest day, 

 When sore beset on life's rough way. 

 Your gentle smile, your kind blue eye, 

 Revived me in my misery. 



Past are those happy Sabbath days. 

 When gathered round the cheerful blaze. 

 We sipped the tea, and told the tale, 

 'Neath that snug roof at Coopersale, 



3/:) 



' If this should seem an unsportsmanlike ending to a run, it must be 

 remembered that Epping Forest is full of holes, into which a beaten fox might 

 creep, so that Jim's action is nothing more than riding forward to prevent the 

 fo.\ getting to ground close in front of hounds ; moreover, in the run from which 

 the idea is taken, the fox made use of other opportunities, escaped via Epping, 

 and was eventually killed near Harlow Park. 



