178 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



The Master still t"olk»\v'd, till day's waning liglit 

 Was nearly obscur'd by the mantle of night ; 

 Some hounds Boxall gain'd by his halloo and horn. 

 The rest remain'd out till the break of the morn. 



Ere driven from Bowshot, his favourite bounds. 

 Old reynard so baffled the Sportsmen and hounds. 

 By doubling and twisting the covert about. 

 The old Warwickshire hands to a man were thrown out ; 

 E'en NiMROD, (that excellent Sportsman,) for one. 

 Knew no more than a novice which way they had gone. 

 Vexatious, 'tis true — but it shews that to ride 

 Thro' a covert, is safer than keeping outside. 

 From whence you may never obtain a good start, 

 Nor e'er see the whole of the run — nor a part. 



F. Holland, I and Patrick, a bold and good rider, 

 (A pippin of spunk from" the land of old cider,) 

 On his fam'd little mare, ^ Cockbill, junior, and Dewes,3 

 Had each a good place, which is rather old news ; 

 The best in the field, so to some it might seem. 

 Still Holland and Meyrick, prime souls, had the cream ; 

 How gallant the last dash'd along on the back 

 Of his fav'rite horse so well known as Old Jack : 

 In crossing a deep field of wheat push'd too fast. 

 The honest old fellow was beaten at last. 



1 Mr. F. Holland, then well known in the Hunt, now keeps a pack 

 of harriers, near Evesham. 



2 Lazy Bet, well known to the Warwickshire Sportsmen. 



3 Mr. Dewes, of Wellesbourne. 



