78 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



Cross'd the road at a pace that made some people stare. 

 And was fatal, poor Fretwill, 1 alas ! to your mare. 



Close press'd, towards Heythorpe despairing he roves. 

 But in vain, for the scent ev'ry moment improves ; 

 Till at length having gone twenty miles right an end. 

 At a rate that the oldest man out never kenn'd. 

 Having fill'd the whole country with falls and disasters. 

 Nearly kill'd all the nags, and well pickled their masters. 

 He was kill'd in the Park, when just going to ground, 

 Above twenty-three miles from the place he was found ! 



By this time, as my readers perhaps may suspect. 

 The attendants of reynard became quite select ; 

 And the few that remain'd never witness'd, I ween. 

 In the course of their lives a more comical scene ; 

 Such confusion — such rolls — of Red- coats such a string. 

 To describe them is quite the impossible thing. 

 Here a Buck with his skirts cover'd over with mud ; 

 There a Groom sticking fast on a slim bit of blood ; 

 Here a Fanner gives in — there a Nobleinan lags ; 

 Alike anxious to make an excuse for their nags. 

 Not a field you pass'd thro' but appear'd some sad face, 

 Groa.Jng over a fall, or lamenting his case ; 

 In short, a more strange, or more comical sight. 

 Never fell to the lot of a Bard to recite. 



Then aid me, ye Nine, to record all the fun 

 That took place in the course of this capital run ; 

 Which, had it at Belvoir or Raby occurr'd, 

 A volume, I'm sure, such a run would afford. 



1 Mr. Fretwill was, at this period, well known in the Hunt. 



