MR. J. CORBET— 1807. 79 



Regardless alike of thumps, scratches, or knocks, 

 MoRANT Gale 1 breaks away in full chase of the fox ; 

 A Meltonian of old, and well vers'd in their creed, 

 O'er-riding all scent, for the sake of a lead ; 

 Many tumbles and rolls got this hero, of course. 

 And concluded by dreadfully laming his horse j 

 Yet with skill unexampled he somehow contriv'd 

 To go hobbling along whilst old reynard surviv'd. 



Lord Alvanley 2 next him, in close imitation, 

 Came sailing along in no very bad station. 

 His Lordship rode Ploughboy, and what's an odd case. 

 Not a soul seem'd to envy the clodhopper's place ; 

 And I've since been inform'd, the poor fellow avers 

 That he learnt, by this run, the right meaning of spurs ; 

 But spurr'd as he was, it's my duty to say. 

 He kept well with the hounds the whole of the day. 



On his five-year-old horse, tho' of course in the front. 

 Bob Canning 3 comes next, the crack man of the Hunt ; 

 Let him ride what he will, either hunter or hack. 

 Sure by some means or other to be with the pack j 

 At the end of the day almost always alone. 

 And scarce ever behind, tho' he weighs sixteen stone ! 



1 Mr. Eclward Morant Gale, then of Upton House, near Edge 

 Hills, where he kept a clever pack of harriers. 



2 This Nobleman was a disting^uished attendant of the Hunt, at 

 this time. 



3 Mr. R. Cannings then lived at Houndshill, within a few miles of 

 Stratford-upon-Avon ; he now, (1836,) resides at Hartpury, near to 

 Gloucester. 



