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Pressing close in his wake^ and on much the same plan, 

 Fran k his brother, 1 keeps up, tho' a heavier man ; 

 On the General mounted, and what's very cpieer. 

 Like some of that tribe he preferr'd not the rear ; 

 Yet even this vet' ran, tho' warm to a fault. 

 Gave the word of command very often to halt ; 

 Nay, so hard at one time his condition was render' d. 

 Had the action continu'd he must have surrender'd. 

 Still he lasted it out, the' much weary'd and spent. 

 And no doubt felt much pleasure in reaching his tent. 



Sticking close to the hounds observe steady Sir Gray, 1 

 Riding equally hard in a quieter way ; 

 Sufficiently forward, yet still keeping bounds. 

 His wish to ride after, not over the hounds ! 



In a style rather diff'rent came Goulburn the bard, 3 

 Who a long time disdaining the cry of — hold hard ! 

 Over fences and ditches kept thoughtlessly fanning, 

 Resolv'd at all hazards to follow Bob Canning. 

 To accomplish which end he kept on at a score 

 That his five-year-old nag felt a terrible bore ; 

 So at Swarford, unable to climb up the hill. 

 At a nasty oak stile stood obligingly still. 

 Then he left him in plight not a little distressing, 

 The breed of Arabians most fervently blessing ! 



1 Mr. F. Canning, of Foxcote. This gentleman died on the 17tli 

 of January, 1831. 



2 Sir Gray Skipwith, Bart., then of Snitterfield ; he now lives 

 at Newhold-upon-Avon. 



3 The facetious Mr. Goulburn, now at the bar, formerly hunted 

 in Warwickshire, and seeing a Worcestershire Squire laughing violently, 

 he went up to him and said — ' Quid rides ? ' — My friend, not much of 

 a linguist, replied — ' My Magog horse. ' — nimrod. 



