64 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



Old pug, a game fellow, broke covert in view, 

 The fam'd Wellesboiirne Wood, without halting, dash'd thro' 

 For Walton — and thence, not to Compton, tho' near it. 

 No rider now stops at a fence who can clear it ! 

 Edge Hill makes his point, if right we can reckon, 

 From whence on clear days can be seen the proud Beacon. 1 



When opposite Kington, from fear or in spite, 

 By a little finessing, pug turn'd to the right 

 By Oxhill, and then unto Pillerton Hersey, 

 A run more delightful you ne'er saw, I dare say. 

 Away thro' Black Marton, and Eatington Park, 

 The seat of a Sportsman who flies like a lark. 2 

 Cross'd at Newbold the Stour, t' th' county o' Worster, 

 Passing Armscott o'er Whimpstone's fam'd leys into Gloster, 

 Preston Bushes and Quinton we left by the way. 

 Where the horses stopp'd short who'd enough of the day. 



At a split some called racing right over Meon Hill, 

 Where many who'd pinn'd up the basket, stood still ; 

 Then sulkily gaz'd at the leapers and goers, 

 And grumbling went home — after resting their blowers ! 



The rich vale of Evesham now stretching across. 

 The huntsman well up — not a hound at a loss. 

 Oer Mickleton Pastures, the old and the fine. 

 Thro' Norton and Aston, direct in a line. 

 Our fox, though a game one, both crafty and stout. 

 Was now press'd so closely he scarce could hold out ; 



1 The u'ell-knoun Beacon, at Great Barr, in Stafforclslure, near 

 to the seat of Sir E. D. Scott, Bart. It is reputed to be tlie highest 

 5:round between Edge Hills, and Wellington Wreldn, in Shropshire. 



2 The residence of Pi, J. Shirley, Esq. 



