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master of the Worcestershire, likewise had a forward place 

 in the run. There were several other well-known and good 

 Sportsmen out on this capital day, many of whom were 

 unfortunately thrown out, and the horses of others so much 

 beaten that they were reluctantly obliged to turn their heads 

 homewards. — hark halloo. 



THE SAME, BY VENATOR. 



' Hark ! Dian, Hark ! the game is nigh, 



The huntsman in view, and the hounds in full cry !' 



At Walton, 1 where foxhunters often resort. 

 We assembled and met with some capital sport. 

 Pug found — at the speed of a racer he went, 

 The hounds at his brush on a fine burning scent. 

 For twenty-five minutes — the burst of the chase, 

 No horse could maintain at the best of his pace. 

 The flood from a river swoln over its bound, 

 Urg'd the Field to a bridge nearly half a mile round. 

 From this we infer, (for the writer don't tell us,) 

 The fox sav'd his life — and the horses their bellows. 



Found at two, at Bowshot, — the lusty old varlet 

 For ten miles gave a breathing to brown coat and scarlet. 

 On starting, direct for Edge Hill he made way. 

 O'er a country as fine as in turf ever lay ; 

 The hounds these fam'd hills had no sooner reach' d — when, 

 What had happen'd to others, now happen'd again ; 

 On the scent of a fox, a fresh one, they dropp'd, 

 And dash'd off so quickly they could not be stopp'd. 



1 The seat of Sir John Mordaunt, Baronet, one of the Members 

 for the Southern Division of the county. 



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