HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. 19 



indebted for the particulars) upon one occasion 

 we found in the adjoining wood, called Potash, 

 and raced our fox by Cherry Tree Farm, West 

 Barrow Hall, Rochford Hall, to ground at our 

 Rector's, got him out ; then drew Hockley Bull- 

 wood, out by Hawkwell Common, past Clements 

 Hall, for Trinity Wood, out of which we raced 

 him for Fambridge Marshes, on for Norpits and 

 Rapits Farm and Cricksea, to Loftman's, and 

 killed him by moonlight on Clements Marshes. 

 The following lines are contributed by 

 Miss Augusta Bryant : — 



THE LANGDON MEET. 



All hail to Lang-don, whose ancient hills 



The mind of a sportsman with ardour fills ; 



Where clarion's heard from neighb'ring cocks 



Are wont to tempt the prowling fox ; 



Where Peer and Cit with the country squires, 



To the name of sportsman each aspires ; 



Where the well-bred hunter and genuine hack, 



Oft come to meet that unrivalled Pack. 



Yes, Priory's Pack with joy we hail 



Thy tuneful notes over hill and dale. 



Now the Lady Pack's here so smart and prim, 



Reece and Joe Bayley will keep them in trim; 



As soon as in covert they'll snuff up the gale, 



And little Miss Comfort will soon tell the tale — 



For Comfort and Bentinck are most in their glory, 



Tho' strange it may seem, when there's truth in their 



story. 

 They're a couple so rare, their deeds run so high — 

 This I've been informed, that they ne'er told a lie. 

 But, hark to the find, for Reece winds his horn, 

 Bold Reynard must pace o'er the newly-drilled corn, 

 He'll soon break from covert, he'll find he can't stay. 

 There's the glad sound — away, gone away, gone away ! 

 See under the hedgerow, how swiftly he goes, 

 As instinct has taught him to hide from his foes ; 

 He's hard pressed behind, beset all around; 



