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Be it water broad, or timber, and he knows his horse 

 won't rise. 



Then his eye with rapture ghstens as the Brum- 

 magem's he pHes ; 



Many times have we been grateful for the hole his 

 plucky lead 



In a fence has made, and duffers thus impounded 

 oft he's freed. 



Oh ! the mud which, in a season, that bold back has 



taken home. 

 Should the garden at his lodgings greatly have in- 



creas'd in loam ; 

 May he long be spar'd to show us what real pluck 



can dare and do. 

 For, if reckless as a horseman, he's a sportsman good 



and true. 



OLD BOB. 



HADN'T seen him for some three or four 

 years, and was so surprised at hearing 

 again the voice with which I was then 

 so familiar, that I literally stopped, for the nonce, 

 chewing the very moderate sample of foreign oats 

 which, with a goodly proportion of chaff, comprised 

 the contents of my nose-bag. I was on the rank 



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