MR. J. CORBET— 1803. 55 



FROM ANONYMOUS— BY VENATOR. 



' When April show'rs, delightful scene ! 

 Where all around is gay — men, horses, hounds, 

 And in each countenance appears 

 Fresh blooming health, and universal joy I' 



MEET LYNALL WOODS. 



Easter Monday — the jocund horn 



Salutes the solemn festive morn ; 



While guileless maids, half willing, fell. 



To roll with swain down daisy'd hill. 



Our fox, a crafty knave, so good. 



Few better broke from copse or wood ; 



At such a rate the rogue did scour. 



He reach'd Lord Hertford's in an hour. 



Close press'd to the Great Water's side. 



He cross'd the fluid deep and wide. 1 



Now terra firma gain'd, and hark ! 



The hounds press on him thro' the Park ; 



The wary fox, in his career. 



Ran thro' a herd of timid deer ; 



But art, nor trick, nor strength, nor speed. 



Could aught avail in desp'rate need. 



The noble pack held him in view. 



He jump'd the dairy- window through, 2 



Where ruddy maids prepar'd, with ease. 



The curd to make the primest cheese ; 



Whence butter of delicious taste 



Was on my Lady's table plac'd. 



1 At the same instant that reynard took the water, three colts 

 dashed in, and swam to shore, as soon as the fox, on the opposite side. 



2 Lady Hertford's beautiful ornamental dairy, erected close to 

 the house. 



