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Listen ! — the hounds have turned. They axe now in two 

 parts ! The fox has been headed back, and we have changed 

 at last. 



" Now, mj lad, mind the huntsman's halloo, and stop to 

 those hounds which he encourages. He is right ; — that, 

 doubtless, is the hunted fox. — Now they are off again. 



* What lengths we pass ! where will the wand'ring chase 

 Lead us bewildered ! smoothe as swallows' skim, 

 The new-shorn mead, and far more swift, we fly. 

 See my brave pack ; how to the head they press, 

 Jostling in close array, then more diffuse 

 Obliquely wheel, while from their op'ning mouths 

 The voUied thunder breaks. 



Look back and view 

 The strange confusion of the vale below, 

 Where sore vexation reigns. 



Old age laments 

 His vigour spent : the tall, plump, brawny youth 

 Curses his cumb'rous bulk; and envies now 

 The short Pygmean race, he whilom kenn'd 

 With proud insulting leer. A chosen few 

 Alone the sport enjoy, nor droop beneath 

 Their pleasing toils.' 



SOMERVILLE. 



"Ha 1 a check. — Now for a moment's patience. — "We press 

 too close upon the hounds. — Huntsman, stand still ; as yet, 

 they want you not. — How admirably they spread I how 

 wide they cast ! is there a single hound that does not try 1 

 If such a one there be, he ne'er shall hunt again. There, 

 Trueman is on the scent ; he feathers, yet still is doubtful ; 

 'tis right ! how readily they join him ! See those wide- 

 casting hounds, how they fly forward to recover the ground 

 they have lost ! Mind Lightning, how she dashes ; and 

 Mongo, how he works ! Old Frantic, too, now pushes for- 

 ward ; she knows as well as we the fox is sinking. 



