meeting near the Dum Diim Church at ^^ Lieutenant 

 K.'s bungalow " they ran for an hour and five minutes and 

 their jack ran them out of scent somewhere near Cossipore, 

 after having run a wide ring to the west almost up to Coxe's 

 Bungalow. Perhaps, however, one could not do better in 

 order to give our indulgent readers a pen picture of what 

 the Calcutta Hunt was like at the end of Season 1833-34 

 than quote the following capital lines written by ''Nim 

 East" and published in the Bengal Sporting Magazine for 

 that year : — 



THE CALCUTTA HUNT. 



" Thus runs this world away." — Shakespeare. 



Goodnight to the season ! — 'tis over — 



Gay faces no longer are gay. 

 No more shall we meet at the cover 



And pant for '• hark forward, away ! " 

 Now moping is many a hunter ! 



And napping is many a syce. 

 And thriving are Hooper and Gunter, 



And VVarman. retailers of ice. 

 Now sportsmen are lounging at Thacker's 



Bewailing their wonted pursuits. 

 And their faces are well nigh as black as 



Will soon be the tops of their boots. 



Red coats are exchanged for white jackets, 



(A blessing exchanged for a curse) 

 And whips are resigned now for rackets, 



Or pens, or perchance something worse. 

 Deserted and lone is the kennel, 



The hounds are " away to the hills," 

 To a place, — but you'll find it in Rennel, 



Or mayhap it is mentioned in Mill's. 

 Goodnight to the season, — the tumbles. 



The jollity* humour and fun, 

 The laugh at our neighbours, the grumbles 



Whenever we had'nt a run. 



