120 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



Id est — as some witty gallant. 

 Jocund son of Erin, valiant. 

 Would say — ' The old boy, a brave one, 

 Plung'd boldly now into the Avon, 

 And there, to vex the Field and hound, 

 Just savd his life — by being drown df 



This run lasted two hours, and the distance from 

 Debdale was 14 or 15 miles. 



The horses were all beat. Lord Middleton, Mr. 

 Barnard, and the huntsman, were up at the death. Sir 

 C. MoRDAUNT left in the middle of the run. The hunts- 

 man's favourite horse, Bluebeard, was got to Warwick, and 

 there died. Harry Jacksons, the huntsman, has now in 

 his possession an easy chair, made by order of Lord Mid- 

 .DLETON, covered with the skin of Bluebeard. 



No one could sit a horse better than Lord Middleton 

 when he chose to ride. He would sometimes jump every 

 thing that came in his way, and beat the whole Field ; and 

 at other times stay behind, and lead his horse over the 

 least fence he met with. Such was his strange humour. 



FROM NIMROD— BY VENATOR. 



MEET IDLICOTB, 1816. 



' A cry more tunable 

 Never was halloo'd to, or cheer'd with horn.' 



We found early to-day, and the numerous throng. 

 Alive to the sport, push'd pug smartly along ; 

 But a gloom o'er our spirits a moment did lour. 

 As the run only lasted the fourth of an hour. 



