MR. FELLOWES.— 1827. 187 



My neighbour Fellowes has killed a good nmnber of 

 cubs ; the hounds are in rare order ; his men are pleased 

 with the manner in which he has mounted them ; and 

 every thing promises favourably for sport with the pack, 



THE SAME, BY VENATOR. 



' Arise, now, ye shiggards, and join in the chase, 



Nor squander your moments away ; 

 The morning's the time to invififorate health. 



And health makes us cheerful and f^ay.' 



Into cover the hounds had no sooner been thrown. 

 Than old reynard, who should better manners have known. 

 Abruptly went oft' without waiting to say, 

 * Pray, gentlemen, how d'ye do r' in his way. 

 But rous'd as he was, he'd no time, p'rhaps, to do't. 

 Or no doubt he'd have giv'n us a morning salute. 



The wind not too high, soft and mild too the weather, 

 ' Away broke the fox and the hounds close together 3' 

 Nearly silent — the hounds hardly open'd at first. 

 You scarce ever saw a more brilliant burst. 

 Away we all went, ' at the very best pace,' 

 To Fernhill, and then off to Kenilworth Chace. 

 But a few minutes pass'd ere the Field had made good 

 That cover well known as the Long Meadow Wood. 

 To Tilehill away, taking in the whole round 

 Of the woodlands which in that fine country abound ; 

 While the sound of the horn, and the voice of the pack. 

 In harmony sweet grateful echo sent back ; 

 Sensations so pleasant don't often conspire 

 To heighten our joys and our bosoms to fire. 



The Old Park, the prnperty of the Earl of Warwick, lies about 

 two miles west of the town. 



