MR. J. CORBET.— 1807. 81 



' Well, I never did see ne'er a run like this here,' 

 Cries Dick Bayzant, to-day most unusually near. 

 To see him so forward surpris'd a great many. 

 Who knew not the plot of this Worcestershire zany ; 

 But his friends pass'd it by as a matter of course. 

 Well knowing he wished to dispose of his horse. 

 Now creeping thro' gaps, now trailing down lanes. 

 When noticed he leaps, and when not slyly cranes. 

 Now concealing a stumble, now hiding a trip, 

 Like a horse-dealer's man paid to shew off a rip j 

 In short, if allow'd I may be the expression. 

 What we deem a pleasure, he makes a profession ! 



Little GiLLiBRAND, I too, now began to make play, 

 Tho' he rode mighty shy the first part of the day ; 

 And averr'd, as if fibbing I ween was no sinning. 

 That his horse, to go pleasant, was just then beginning ; 

 And if stumbling, and rolling, wide op'ning his throat. 

 And convulsively sobbing, can pleasure denote. 

 Or, if joy be attended with symptoms like these. 

 Master Gillibrand certainly rode at his ease ! 



Nor let us, my friends, in this place overlook 

 The fate of poor Whyniate, 2 who fell in a brook j 

 And who, had it not been for that woful disaster. 

 Must have seen all the sport, had he gone even faster ; 



1 Mr. Gillibrand, a good Sportsman, who frequently joined this 

 Hunt during the season. 



2 Mr. Reginald Wliyniate, a hard rider in Mr Corbet's and Lord 

 Middleton's time. He was a very powerful horseman, with rare nerve. 

 He had a wonderful mare, 15 hands high, but long and wide, which 

 he sold to Mr. Porter for 200 guineas. — nimrod. 



