^ Suffemg. 97 



* * Sketch — slide — splash ! how the waters rise, 



like fountains in full play, 

 'Tis rather cold, you'll do very well if you scramble 



out of his way ; 

 But, dripping, you've reach'd the wish'd for bank, 



and will cling to the bridle tight, 

 Give him time to breathe, then take a pull, one 



spring may put all right. 



How he plunges ! as the water drips from his craven, 



shining head ; 

 " Come up, you brute ! " How the mud lays hold of 



his legs in the stream's soft bed ; 

 A grunt, a struggle, a jump, a sprawl, and you've 



landed him high, not dry ; 

 Don't shiver by your nerveless quad, but to catch 



" the beauties " try. 



At first don't bustle him overmuch, for it's knock'd 

 him out of puff, 



But show the horse that if he's a cur, you are made 

 of different stuff; 



So hasten along, friend, best as you may, till the 

 streaming pack you nick. 



Using eye, and head, and nerve, and hand, collect- 

 ively and quick. 



