MR. THORNHILL.— 1833. 261 



THE SAME, FROM WEAZEL. 



Having glanced by the way, at the week that is pass'd, 

 As a wind-up I'll now speak of Saturday last. 

 At the meet, in high twig see each rider and horse. 

 We found pug at Upton, quite snug in the gorsc. 

 Running round Upton House, then for Edge Hill away — 

 The site once, alas ! of a terrible fray — 

 Sunk the hill, and got into the valley below, 

 Where the scent it lay cold, and the hunting was slow j 

 We'd a halloo, at times, from the horsemen above. 

 Who remained on the hill watching doable and move ; 

 Those skirting-trick gentry will not bawl so hearty. 

 When we carry out muzzles to clap on the party ! 

 Leaving Tysoe to right, rounding Tysoe the Lower — 

 The stoutest horse first, if he be the best goer — 

 Then pressing our fox o'er the grounds up to Compton, 

 We kill'd near the scat of the Noble Northampton. 



Found again in the gorse — he's off like a good 'un. 

 At a pace that will try both the cocktail and blood 'un, 

 T' wards th' Banbury road, leaving SwaclifFe to right — 

 The boldest ride careful — no rein now too tight. 

 Cross' d the road near Tadmarton — for Wigginton Heath j 

 Hark forward, my boys ! there are symptoms of death ! 

 Refusing to skulk, or like coward to yield, 

 Reynard left the wild heath, and agdtin took the field. 

 And fell like a fox of true courage and blood. 

 In a fair open ground, as all game foxes should ! 



Not a check for a moment to get second breath. 

 For an hour, save a quarter — the burst to the death. 

 In Lower Tadmarton, with Bloxham behind. 

 We jumped off our xiags, nearly bursting for wind ! 



