LORD MIDDLETON.— 1817. 1'27 



At Itchington the crafty rake 

 Took shelter in a gorsy brake ; 

 Seeming to say — as you can't follow, 

 I'll wait to hear your boasted halloo ; 

 And fairly test your vaunted speed — 

 If you can follow, I can lead ! 



For Kineton reynard sharply went. 

 The hounds here found a better scent ; 

 Leaving to the right that place. 

 Cold hunting now delayed the chase ; 

 For Pillerton Gorse ; and then quick 

 Made Tysoe ; here, sly cunning trick, 

 He turn'd towards the right again, 

 Leading in style the goodly train 

 Up to the Hill of Idlicote, 

 Where the death-halloo, fatal note ! 

 Announc'd his end. Too late to try 

 His life to save in covert nigh. 

 The fox kept dodging in the chase. 

 For three hours, at a slapping pace ! 



The whole field was beat, and very select at the end 

 of the run. Mr. Hugo Campbell, Sir C. Mordaunt, and 

 Mr. Augustus Berkeley, were up at the death. 



Mr. Napier, to-day, rode a famous black horse of Lord 

 Clonmell's, but could not get him in at the death. He 

 left the horse in a field, and ran alongside the huntsman, 

 whose horse was also beat, to the place where the fox was 

 killed. 



Mr. Campbell was the first up, and obtained the 

 brush. 



Lord MiDDLETON got on to Idlicote, where he stopped, 

 ' and was done for the day.' 



