VISCOUNT GALWAY'S HOUNDS. 33 



the railway. Here the fox mysteriously disap- 

 peared, and I could never get any trace of him 

 again. Dogs, 17J couples ; wind, south-west. 

 There was a large party staying at Serlby, and 

 the following poem was written on the day's 

 sport : — 



(Written by Viscountess Galway and F. Monckton that evening). 



We started in the morning a merry party gay, 

 The meet it was at Gringley, on a warm and sunny day ; 

 The party numbered half-a-score, behind the rest afar 

 Came Francis ^ in^the brougham, a-smoking his cigar. 



Sam Morgan, with the beauties, was waiting on the green, 

 And pacing up and down there these sportsmen keen are seen. 

 There's Galway upon Bridegroom, close by old Franky Raynes, 

 Who, spite of eighty-three long years, knows neither aches or 

 ■ pains. 



The covert drawn was Gringley Gorse, where foxes four or five 

 Were soon afoot and running round, till the place seemed quite 



alive ; 

 But getting on a ringing brute, he ran the village round 

 And in and out of every croft, till at last he went to ground. 



Next Clayworth Wood and Saundby Park, alas ! in vain we 



drew ; 

 At each blank place our faces each moment longer grew. 

 The Master glared about him, with anything but glee, 

 And the way he munched his sandwiches was terrible to see. 



Hark ! holloa ! hark ! that gladsome sound dispels awakening 



fears, 

 And the foxhounds' merry music now gladdens all our ears. 

 Away ! away ! to Saundby Park, and o'er Bole Field we sped 

 And far in front of all the rest our gallant Master led. 



IF. Monckton, M.P. for West Staffordshire. 



