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He mused, and musing called to mind 

 Each end- way chase with stag and hind,* 



And eke with wily fox. 

 Eeflection echoed back the tale f 

 Of every hill and every dale, 



01 woods, and crags, and rocks. 



Still had he mus'd, but cross his thought, 

 "With worth intrinsically wrought, 



Stept forth a Mundy's name ! 

 Till now Ball never knew the laws, 

 Nor the criterion, nor the cause 



Of modern hunter's fame. 



He starts, displeas'd with bootless lore, 

 AVhich Burdett us'd in days of yore. 



Displeasure makes him rave ! 

 Ye gods, says he, what time I've spent. 

 And never knew what hunting meant 



Till one foot's in the grave ! 



Again he cools ; the gods implores, 

 That e'er he reach the Stygian shores 



One good day's sport be given. 

 He vows a day to Ticknall gorse 

 Will make him happier than the horse 



Which Mah'mett rode to heaven. 



* Alluding to divers chases, in which Ball attended Mr. Shutlleworth's 

 deer hounds. 



•t Alluding to a famous chase with Sir Robert's old foxhounds from 

 Gorsty Leas quite away to Anchor-Church Rocks. 



