174 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



His tweeds the shade of scrambled eggs; 

 There's "Chris" with muttons swathed in spats 

 These two come earliest; they burn 

 Tapers before Sir Reynard's shrine, 

 Surtees their bible is; they yearn 

 Whene'er they hear hound puppies whine. 



"Pray what's the noise?" "Oh, that is Penn — 

 His voice defies the strongest breeze, 

 You'll hear again and yet again, 

 His gruff 'Now, gentlemen, — if you please! 

 We 're waiting for you . . . get that horse! . . . 

 Can't wait all day — You should have weighed! 

 Get up . . . and come down to the course — 

 I '11 show you how this game is played.' " 



"Who comes with derby neatly poised 



Upon an ear?" — "Oh, goodness, gracious! 



Those 'hands' have many a 'mouth' rejoiced, 



That's 'telo babying 'Rapacious' — 



'Devy,' our very own; you know 



We're just a wee bit choked with pride 



About you, 'Devy' — he can show 



A horse's best in any ride; 



Sport's safe with him. There are a lot 



Of chaps who ride as straight and hard. 



Equally horsemen, like as not, 



Yet Devy somehow takes the card." 



Here comes the clan from out the West. 

 They know the things worth living for; 

 "Walter" and "Sara," simply dressed, 

 Nephew and niece of "Man-o'-War"; 

 Followed by dear old Sam and his 

 Whole-hearted, kindly, jolly wife — 

 The only staunch unfailing "Liz" 

 Who could have shared his merry life. 



And now they come so fast, I hate 



To say what my acute remorse is — 



Henceforth you'll differentiate 



'Twixt names of men and names of horses 



With difficulty. Ne'ertheless 



I '11 try to drop a hint of sorts 



