52 Dick Stnipson, Huntsman. 



What power on earth could this terror assuage ? 



At the mouth of the tunnel there stood one John Page. 



Such courage, and foresight, did he attain, 



That he signall'd the driver, who soon stopped the train I 



His presence of mind, and conduct so brave. 



What destruction and sorrow did this worthy man save ! 



The passengers all, they must regard him, 

 The Company surely well will reward him ! 



And now we reach Leighton, each one with a smile. 

 Felt pleasure in having to gallop ten mile ; 

 We call at "' The Castle," each one took his " mixture,"' 

 Then canter away to " Winslow " — the fixture. 



" The meet" was a large one, and Ijrilliant the scene, 

 Twenty couple of hounds, so even and clean ; 

 Six men, all in scarlet, with quick little Simpson, 

 And just in the rear stood noble Southampton. 

 The men were so neat, and all so well mounted — 

 One hundred and fifty, the field must have counted, 

 Beside second horsemen, seen straggling about. 

 Who can but admit this a Princely turn-out ! 

 Amongst them, I see Grafton's eldest son, Euston ; 

 Captain Lowndes was not there, neither was Grimstone. 

 Percy Barrington was, though, and so was Joe Bailey, 

 With Elliott and Anderson, and the bold Maurice Mowbray 

 Hervie Farquar, and FitzRoy, Smith, Duncan, and Levy, 

 Cooke, and Jackson, were out, with that rum little Dancey, 

 Some '^ fellows" from Oxford, with Symonds, and Tollit ; 

 Harry Poole, he was there, but not his friend (^)uallett. 

 Then galloping up on a pony so queer, 

 I could scarcely believe him, the son of a peer ! 

 His hunter a pony, his " breeches " were "trousers," 

 He gammon'd a parson, and kicked up a row, sirs. 



