188 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



The strength of our fox we found sinking so fast. 

 That a royal reprieve could not save him at last ; 

 But soon a fresh fox for the old one we chang'd, 

 And so the fine fellow again freely rangd. 



The wisest, at times, may anticipate fictions. 

 And thus it was prov'd by the joyful predictions 

 Of two or three old ones, who said in the chase, 

 ' A fox this day must die' — but it was not the case. 



BY HARK-FORWARD. 



' Hark ! hark ag^ain ! the horn so guy, 

 The Tallyho ! and ' Gone away!' 

 The hoiinds in full melodious cry, 

 And horsemen o'er the fences fly.' 



MEET WOLFORD WOOD, NOV. 20tH, 1827. 



We found a good fox the moment the hounds entered 

 the wood. After taking one ring in the covert, he went 

 away at his best pace. Leaving Bourton on the left, he 

 then took through Little Compton, by Chasselton, and over 

 Kingham Field. We killed him at Sasden House, after a 

 run of an hour and ten minutes. 



This was as fine a run as any sportsman could wish to 

 see. When we got upon Chasselton Hill, the fog rather 

 suddenly became so dense, that we could not see ten yards 

 before us, and the hounds went at such a pace, as to give 

 the slip to all the Field, with the exception of about eight 

 or ten. Mr. Fellowes, knowing well the Oxfordshire 

 country, made the best of his way, leading the others, to 

 Kingham Field, where they saw the hounds again, carrying 

 a most beautiful head ; they were sweeping along as close 

 together as a flock of pigeons. 



