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distant shepherd neglects his flock, and runs to see him 

 break. What joj — what joy I — what eagerness in ever}' 

 face ! 



' How happy art thou, man, when thou'rt no more 

 Thyself ! when all the pangs that grind thy soul, 

 In rapture and in sweet oblivion lost. 

 Yield a short interval, and ease from pain !' 



SOMERVILLB. 



Mark how he runs the cover's utmost limits, yet dares not 

 venture forth ; the hounds are still too near — that check is 

 lucky ; — now, if our friends head him not, he will soon be 

 off — hark ! they halloo ! — By Jove, he's gone ! 



* Hark ; what loud shouts 

 Re-echo through the groves ! he breaks away : 

 Shrill horns proclaim his flight. Each straggling hound 

 Strains o'er the lawn, to reach the distant pack 

 'Tis triumph all and joy.' Somerville. 



Now, huntsman, get on with the head hounds, the whippers-in 

 will bring on the others after you : keep an attentive eye on 

 the leading hounds, that, should the scent fail them, you may 

 know at least how far they brought it. 



" Mind Galloper, how he leads them ! — It is difficult to 

 distinguish which is first, they run in such a style ; yet he 

 is the foremost hound ; — the goodness of his nose is not less 

 excellent than his speed. How he carries the scent ! and 

 when he loses it, see how eagerly he flings to recover it 

 again. There — now he's a-head again — see how they top 

 the hedge ! — J^ow, how they ascend the hill ! — Observe what 

 a head they carry ; and show me, if you can, one shufiler or 

 skirter amongst them all : are they not like a parcel of 

 brave fellows, who, when they undertake a thing, determine 

 to share its fatigue and its dangers equally amongst them. 



' Far o'er the rocky hills we range. 

 And dangerous our course ; but in tlie brave 



