134 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



FROM ACTION, JUN. 



MEET EATINGTON. 



About a season or two before Lord Middleton gave 

 up the hounds, but the exact time I do not recollect, we 

 met, I think, at Eatington House, We drew Eatington 

 Grove and very soon found ; the fox went out at the 

 bottom of the grove, straight through the Park to Lindell's 

 farm house on the hill, close by Fulready. He next dashed 

 across the low grounds, where the sport was the more 

 delightful, as the country was nearly all grass land, and left 

 Hell Brake and Pillerton to the right and left. Passing on 

 to the right of Oxhill, he touched hard upon the Tysoes, in 

 a line for Lord Northampton's, but declining that point, 

 he heaved away to the left, keeping vmder Edge Hill, and 

 popped into the earth, at Radway, after a capital thing of 

 50 minutes. 



THE SAME, BY VENATOR. 



O, ye Sons of the Chase ! while your spirits are gay, 

 To the Warwickshire Country let's hasten away ; 

 Where foxes in plenty are sure to be found, 

 And Sportsmen, the primest of fellows, abound ! 



As Eatington Gorse we drew now, 



A fine fox was promptly found ; 

 Winding brisk the brush-wood through now, 



At the noses of the hound. 



When the pack gives tongue, how cheering 



Is the sweet melodious note ! 

 First, sly at the bottom peering. 



Then dash'd off old reynard stout. 



