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How gay they bustled round him, 

 How gallantly they found him, 

 And how stealthily he wound him, 

 O'er each break and woody dell. 



" 'Twas from Keithwick Broom we view'd him, 

 As he stole along the vale ; 

 Though we cheerily hallooed him, 

 'Twas to him a deadly wail ; 

 By Lintrose we did pursue him 

 Despite each fence and rill, 

 Till his heart began to rue him 

 On Haliburton hill. 

 Oh, how they sped together, 

 O'er the moor among the heather, 

 Like birds of the same feather. 

 And their music like a bell. 



" By Auckter House we hied him, 

 Still haunted by their cry ; 

 Till in Belmont park we spied him, 

 And we knew that he must die ! 

 Through the hedge he made one double, 

 As his sinking soul did drop, 

 'Twas the ending of his trouble, 

 When we gave the shrill Who-tyhoop ! 

 Oh, now then let us rally, 

 Let us toast the joyous tally. 

 And a bumper to our ally, 

 The gallant John Dalyell." 



Tmust be allowed to dwell a little on this scent. Mr, Camp- 

 Veil, when dressed at night in his scarlet coat, with green facings, 

 and buff et ceteras (the Buccleuch hunt uniform), is one of the 

 finest and handsomest men in his Majesty's dominions ; and as 

 along with this pleasing exterior he unites, when in the happy 

 rnood, colloquial accomplishments of the first order, and a song 

 for asking for, it is almost needless to observe, that his presence 

 is always hailed as a surety for an agreeable evening. Judging 

 from his stud, I am bound' to consider him a first-rate judge of 

 a horse, for it contained some excellent specimens of the only 

 sort of animal that can be depended upon to carry such a weight 

 as his, in the front rank namely on very short legs, not exceed- 

 ing fifteen hands three inches in height and some less than that, 

 rsery well-bred, very steady in their work, and very strong. 



