376 THE ESSEX FOXHOUNDS. 



How this one funked and that one fell, 

 How some went home and some went well ; 

 Who smiled on who ; whose latest joke 

 Had made us laugh enough to choke ; 

 Who was that stranger ; and, ah ! who 

 The girl who nearly jumped on you. 



Say by what grace of gentle mind, 

 What sense of sympathy refined, 

 Or what sweet influence your wife 

 Will aid you in a London life ? 



Will Crawley, lapsed from nobler state. 

 Attend the sales at Albert Gate ? 

 And idly lounge about the Row, 

 Watching the riders come and go ? 

 Or wander aimless in the street, 

 Until some pictured sporting feat 

 Airest his eye, and make him stop. 

 Long pond'ring, outside Fores's shop ? 



Oh ! in that hour, when none intrude. 

 How will you cheer your Solitude ? 

 Your Pastime lost, your Passion gone. 

 Left only grey old Wellington,' 

 Methinks that, e'en his glassy eye 

 In that sad hour will scarce be dry ! 



Translated to " another place," 



Sir Henry, Baron Rookwood's face, 



Not its mere counterfeit displayed 



' Mr. Green has the head of Wellington stuffed. 



