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For his lugs and his brush are beginning- to droop, 

 Soon the Welkin will ring with the Huntsman's Whoo 



Whoop. 

 Now he shortens his strides, to death he'll soon yield — 

 See, Daphne and Dian's pull'd him down in the field, 

 They'll soon break him up and his bones they'll soon 



crush, 

 While some are awaiting his beautiful brush. 

 Now he dies, without murmur or sign sent to Heaven, 

 As his crimes are forgotten, may our sins be forgiven; 

 Now the death scene is over their thoughts they'll soon 



smother, 

 In drawing fresh coverts in hopes of another. 



FREDK. BRYANT. 



Miss Bryant says — • 



" A few lines of my late sister's have just 

 come into my head which she composed on my 

 winning the high jump of over seven feet at the 

 Agricultural Hall, Islington: — 



Fearless and bold, she yet her steed restrains, 

 And guides, with firm light hand upon the reins; 

 O'er hedge and brook she goes with flying leaps, 

 But safe possession of her saddle keeps ; 

 Patient and calm, but should her horse refuse 

 To take the leaps, she then her whip can use. 

 And urge him on amid the deafening cheers 

 Bursting alike from commoners and peers. 



" I won this high jump on a horse I had 

 never seen before." 



RUN WITH THE ESSEX UNION, 



December 19th, 1866. 



Met at Wickford Castle, trotted on to 

 Kemble's Gorse, found and went away over the 



