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So killing the pace, and so heavy the ground. 

 That of all the best horses, not one could be found 

 E'en to face a small fence — a run more severe 

 Had never been witness'd by any one there ; 

 As trembling they stood lost breath to recover. 

 Young CocKBiLL, at last, by an effort got over. 



WvATT, Campbell, and Fellowes, with Sheldon 

 the bold, 

 (The flowV of the Warwickshire riders, we're told,) 

 Had not the good fortune to meet with a place 

 In this capital run — not excell'd in the chace ! 



BY HARK-HALLOO. 



MEET LIGirniORNE ROUGH, 1826. 



We met a very good Field one morning at Lighthorne 

 Rough, and the weather favoured our expectations of a fine 

 day's sport. The worthy Master of the hounds had no 

 sooner thrown the pack into the cover, than away burst one 

 of the fastest foxes I ever saw lead a field. The hounds 

 were immediately halloo'd to their game, and pursued him 

 with an eagerness and swiftness rarely equalled. They ran 

 him into a drain near Gaydon town, and the distance, 

 near eight miles, was done in about half an hour. It 

 happened that Mr. Whitwick, a good sportsman of the 

 right sort, dined with Mr. Hay the day before the meet I 

 have been speaking of, and complained of the slowness of 

 his hounds, observing, — ' Your hounds do not go half fast 

 enough for me, I can ride over them.' When the fox had 

 broke cover, and the pack was well settled to him, Mr. Hay 

 said to Mr. Whitwick, ' Now ride over them if you can.' 

 That gentleman certainly rode uncommonly hard and well, 

 but he could not sail fast enough to occupy the first station, 

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