MR. THORNHILL.— 1834. 283 



Now sing we the praises of Thounhill, 



Though last, not the least in my song ; 

 In a long run, I'll bet no man born will 



Than Thornhill go better along. 

 As Master of hounds, 'tis notorious, 



There is hardly a better alive ; 

 His career, too, though short, is so glorious. 



That long may he prosper and thrive ! — Chorus, ad lib. 



My muse happens to think that the first flight, 



It were rather invidious to name ; 

 But then there are some who've the best right. 



So proud a precedence to claim. 

 "We all know that Don Ferdinando, 



Although he's a great man in Spain, 

 Yet cannot do more than he can do. 



And never will do it again. — Chorus, ad lib. 



And this Handsome Jack would discover. 



Who, tho' not the Colossus of Rhodes, 

 On that day could not have strode over 



Much ground, if it were not for roads. 

 But where, 'mid the many late comer.*;. 



Was Lord Eastnor ; i'fait, I forget, 

 I know one can scarcely set Somers, 



But then one may see Somerset. — Chorus, ad lib. 



Now Clio, revert we to reynard. 



Where away from the covert he broke ; 

 As it lately had happened to rain hard. 



The lowlands we thought were no joke. 

 Scott says something about his stag bounding 



Across a whole copse at a shy ; 

 But altho' it might well be high sounding, 



My fox without wings could not fly. — Chorus, ad lib. 



