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for the use of man, while surveying a pack of hounds 

 ranging an autumnal thicket with fierce intelligence, or 

 looking down on a late moorland, broken up to fertility 

 by man's skill and industiy, as in a solitary \valk by the 

 sea-shore or over a Highland hill." 



Oh, give me the man to whom nought comes amiss, 

 One horse or another that country or this ; 

 Through falls and bad starts who undauntedly still 

 Rides up to this motto, "Be with them I will !" 

 And give me the man who can ride through a run, 

 Nor engross to himself all the glory when done ; 

 "Who calls not each horse that o'ertakes him a screw ; 

 "Who loves a run best when a friend sees it too. 



WAEBURTON of Arley Hall. 



