LORD MIDDLETON.— 1820. 135 



When a fox is rous'd from kennel. 



Sportsmen, hound, and horse, elate ; 



None stay, save some puny wennel. 

 Foxes stout but seldom wait. 



Through the Park away made reynard ; 



Lindell's farm house on the hill 

 Quickly left behind him — then hard 



Tried the Field o'er fence and rill. 



Soon we find him near Fulready ; 



Then down the low grassy grounds 

 He led at a rate brisk and steady. 



The unerring, anxious hounds. 



Leaving Hell Brake and Pillerton, 



Right and left, both once in sight ; 

 Then away he bravely spurt on 



By Oxhill, standing to the right. 



Touching hard upon each Tysoe, 



Earl Northampton's seem'd his aim ; 



Why he pass'd his Lordship by so, 

 Has not been divulg'd by fame. 



Declining that point, he then toil'd 



To the left with crafty skill. 

 In a line that often has foil'd 



Many Fields under Edge Hill. 



Gaining the main earth at Radway, 



By a well-tim d desp'rate rush. 

 Else he'd soon been in a bad way 



To preserve his pads and brush ! 



