i8 HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. 



minutes the run has lasted up to that Httle shaw 

 by Laindon, and the pace over such ground was 

 not to be despised. Martin's Hole was next 

 drawn blank, and even Northlands, where Mr. 

 Edward Ind exercises such firm and uncom- 

 promising sway. In Westwood Shaw the 

 hounds came on a vixen* napping close to the 

 mouth of her closed kennel. A young hound 

 tried to pull her down, but met his match, and 

 acknowledged with a loud howl the strength of 

 the old lady's fangs. Bounding through the 

 pack, she got clean away, with them almost at 

 her brush. A sharp burst of some five or six 

 minutes brought us back to Bushey Legs, where 

 the vixen disappeared suddently, and in such 

 mysterious fashion that not a hound could own it 

 afterwards. A heavy storm of wind and rain 

 came at a critical moment, destroying all hopes 

 of recovering this fox, and damping the ardour 

 of many pursuers. Those who stayed to see 

 two or three more coverts drawn, stopped for a 

 ride home in a deluge of rain and a hurricane 

 of wildly whirling wind, that would have made 

 the " worst un's worst room " a welcome shelter. 



LINES ON MY LORDS SANDWICH 



AND SPENCER. 



By E.H.C. 



Two noble Lords — the Earls of Sandwich and Spencer — 

 Have left us fair proof of their Lordship's good sense, 



Sir, 

 By a fashion in dress and invention in diet, 

 The pangs both of cold and hunger to quiet : 

 Which, by the covert in the chill of November, 

 My Sandwich and Spencer oft bade me remember, 

 When from my full flask I had quaff 'd off my port, 

 And I rode on again refreshed for the sport. 



