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By Newbold Pacey Church made good 

 His ground — then off to Moreton Wood ; 

 Uncheck'd, either by head or double. 

 He took again o'er turf and stubble ; 

 Direct thro' Frizhill push'd his course. 

 While more men urge than hold their horse. 

 From thence to Compton House, so straight 

 The foremost can't a moment wait. 

 To Compton Gorse without a stop. 

 While all who could the fences top. 

 And they that could not stay'd behind. 

 For want of stamina and wind. 

 At Chadshunt House, or pretty near, 

 A check occurr'd to save the rear ; 

 Welcome, too, the short probation. 

 E'en to those who kept their station. 



Ere long the agile pack anew 

 Hit off the scent — away they flew ; 

 Few Sportsmen ever saw, 'tis clear, 

 A burst more splendid and severe ! 

 Now Gaydon parish running through. 

 With Gaydon Coppice full in view 

 To the left hand — to Knightcote, where 

 Not many horsemen did appear ; 

 Old reynard prov'd so fast and stout. 

 The nags were seen to face about. 

 To Northend next — and, ere he'd yield. 

 To Fenny Compton led the Field ; 

 Where the fleet pack of noble fame, 

 Turn'd up in gallant style their game, 1 



1 This run lasted two hours and a quarter ; as good hunting, and 

 over as fine a country, as perhaps the oldest Sportsman recollects. 



