84 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



How he liv'd to the end of this terrible day, 



The Muse nor desires, nor ought she to say. 



That he saw all, 'tis clear, and what more could Old Meynell, 



And beheld the effects of his care in the kennel ; 



Saw his hounds, vmassisted, make out a cold scent, 



Tho' misled and o'errode ev'ry yard that they went ; 



But when once settled on it, to me 'tis quite clear. 



Go a pace that leaves many great folks in the rear. 



In short, such a run, in so perfect a style, 



No county has witnessed a pretty long while. 



Then let Leicestershire vaunt of its far-renown'd speed> 

 Let them jostle, or cross, for a start or a lead ; 

 Upon selling their nags, more than hunting, intent. 

 And scarce knowing the meaning of what is called — scent. 

 All declaiming at once — such a shout, such a yell. 

 Doing only what monkies might do full as well ; 

 Where sport depends quite upon knowing the cover, 

 And the very best run in ten minutes is over. 

 May such hunting as this never fall to my lot. 

 Let them race, if they like it, I envy them not. 

 The blood of Old Trojan is all I desire. 

 So give me the hounds of the Warwickshire Squire ! 



Mr. Corbet never failed to be in Warwickshire on the 5th of 

 November; on which day, if not on a Sunday, some favorite cover was 

 drawn. A day or two previous to this, were the Warwick Hunt Races, 

 at which Mr. Corbet gave a plate of .£50. for the Farmers, who were 

 proud to win it, not so much for the value, as for the sake of him who 

 gave it. — NiMROD. The following were the conditions : — Half-bred 

 horses, that had been regularly hunted with the Warwickshire Hounds, 

 and had never won before running ; to carry 12st. ; 2 miles, heats ; 

 and to be rode by Gentlemen. — venator. 



