^14 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



Amongst them I noticed Mr. Lucas, one or two Leam- 

 ington Nimrods, and Mr. Greaves, on his favourite and 

 famous old mare, which he rode over the last fence in great 

 style, and brushed the fox before the huntsman, who had 

 tired three horses. The disasters were not a few, nor far 

 between. 



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THE SAME, HY VENATOR. 



' See we each well known covert's side, 

 Each fav'iite hound, the huntsman's pride ; 

 Each friendly voice, eaeli note, each cheer, 

 Again with thrilling- ardour hear ; 

 And picture still in Fancy's glow, 

 The wild, the niadd'ning Tallyho ! ' 



At the wood side three weeks ago. 

 We heard the welcome ' Tallyho ! 

 Hark-forward ! See, yonder he goes ! ' 

 No hounds excel in speed and nose. 

 We need not say — the eager throng 

 Fly o'er the leys swiftly along ; 

 Reynard, hard prcss'd, to save his hide, 

 Turn'd and regain'd the covert side. 



Routed, and the open daring, 

 At his brush the pack hard bearing. 

 At the same point he turn'd again. 

 To reach once more his fav'rite den. 

 This deny'd, the svibtle ranger 

 Dash'd along to 'scape from danger. 

 Heading at first — then slowly gaining 

 Ground — and still his speed maintaining, 

 When lo ! a most unlucky halt — 

 The Field pull'd up— the hounds at fault. 



