MR. FELLOWES.— 1829 19/ 



Our fox, unc'heckd, held stoutly on 

 At his l)est pace to Chastleton ; 

 Then gaily led us pretty near 

 To Addlestrop, in Glostershire. 



Here turning to the right about, 

 He chang'd, capricious rogue, his route ; 

 The meadows gain'd, and took his road 

 Over the brook of Evenlode. 

 Then quickly to the uplands flew 

 Across the meads of greenish blue. 

 Beat by the heavy ground, we find 

 The weaker horses tail behind. 



To Broadwell next, and forward go 

 The gallant Field — then leaving Stow 

 Close on the left. The rampant, bold. 

 Hot, restive nag, one scarce could hold 

 When to the covert first he came, 

 Is now, alas ! passive and tame. 

 The prime in Ijlood, and stout in ))onc. 

 Enjoy the sport almost alone ! 

 Thro' Lower, and to Upper Swell 

 The chase continued — few could tell, 

 Tho' riding nags as whalebone tough, 

 Which next would fail, and cry — ' Enough !' 

 Upper and Lower Slaughter were 

 Left at a distance in the rear. 

 Passing Cold Aston Farm, 'twas plain 

 The pack did slo\vly on him gain ; 

 As he Farmington Grove drew nigh. 

 We said, our gallant fox must die ! 

 For the first time the morning thro', 

 Reynard was ' Tallyho'd,' in view ; 



