MR. THORNHILL.— LS35. 331 



From Leamington Spa you their features might trace. 

 How Ladies admire the bold Sons of the Chace ! 

 Lovely faces — with eyes so bewitchingly bright. 

 They'd a wild duck lure off the New Water at night. 1 

 You could — but do not, gallant Sportsmen — O fie ! 

 Your cigars tind to day at a Lady's bright eye ! 



Pedestrians many — to Sportsmen they say, 

 A nuisance so great seldom falls in their way ; 

 As by walking at random the covert about. 

 And bawling, they hinder the game coming out ; 

 In the face of the hounds often driving him back. 

 Thus many a good fox has been chopp'd by the pack ; 

 Or following the fox in the line that he went. 

 They obstruct the hounds much in pursuing the scent. 



A vixen, in cub, soon escaped thro' the bounds. 

 And the Field, from the scent, quickly whipp'd off the hounds. 



Drew Print Hill — and hence a dog fox broke away. 

 One likely to shew us some capital play. 

 Cross'd Mr. Ball's farm at the speed of a bird. 

 To Offchurch — where an old Saxon King was interr'd. 

 For Weston Mill made, where the envious stream 

 Was much swoU'n by rains as it fiow'd to the Learn. 

 Here the 'mounted ones,' bounding o'er ditches and hedge, 

 Had gone after the hounds — had they met with a bridge ! 

 Such a nonplus before a fine Field never puzzled — 

 The nags were so thirsty they soon would haye guzzled 

 The rivulet dry, had they been permitted. 

 But then ev'ry rider the chase must have quitted. 



1 A beautiful sheet of water, so called, in Warwick Park. 



