■270 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



THE SAME, FROM A WARWICKSHIRE SPORTSMAN, . 

 BY VENATOR. I 



' Should all the g'ay larks, as they soar to the sky, 



Their notes in a concert unite ; 

 The music of hounds, when set off in full cry. 



Would pfivc a more tuneful delight!' 



' Tis Saturday morning, and now let us seek 

 Some sturdy old foxv, just to wind up the week. 



Drew Dcbdale and fVmnd — when at Debdale we meet. 

 The Field, full of ardour, fear not a recheat. 

 Broke cover, and off without turning or cast. 

 Wild foxes run fastest, and longest can last. 

 The open with firm resolution he took. 

 Not throwing behind him ' one lingering look ! ' 

 The hovmds at his brush, 'twas a beautiful burst. 

 How splendid the struggle for station the first ! 



To Leamington Hastings bold reynard made play. 

 And next to Kite's Hardwick directed his way. 

 Left it to the right, and crossed over the Learn ; 

 No Sportsman here fancied a bath in the stream. 

 While this gave a check to the vigorous hound. 

 The keen anxious Field by a bridge galloped round ; 

 A gallop severe up to Bunker's-hill gorse. 

 That took something out of the very best horse. 



1 The prosperity of the Warwickshire Hunt, in that district at 

 least, has been greatly promoted by the venerable and worthy Baronet 

 of Birdingbury. That gentleman has not lately joined in the chase, 

 yet a more ardent, or a more zealous friend to the noble diversion of 

 Foxhunting, is not to be found in the county of Warwick, than Sir 

 T. Biddulph, who gives the covers, and preserves the foxes for the 

 amusement and gratification of his num^erous friends. 



