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Next passing by Marten and Ormesby Hall, 



He seemed to say, " Little I value you all." 



JFor many a stout horse was now dropping his speed, 



And to see them tail off was diverting indeed. 



Now found to be thought no contemptible fox, 



He dared us to follow up mountains and rocks ; 



But th' ascent was so steep and so painfully won, 



That few gained the Eston Hall before he was gone. 



To Kirkleatham Park he nexts points his career, 



Hard pressed by the owner to spend his life there ; 



Assuring him he and his guests would not fail 



All possible honour to render his tail. 



But Turner being now left alone on the field, 



And finding Old Caesar unwilling to yield. 



At Kilton thought proper to finish the strife, 



So called off the dogs to give Caesar his life. 



But Blue Bell and Bonny Lass would have a meal — 



Whose hearts are of oak, and whose loins are of steel — 



So followed him up to his friends of the mill, 



Where triumphant they seized him and feasted their fill. 



Then, just like attraction 'twixt needle and pole. 



All center'd that evening in Kirkleatham Hall, 



Where the bottle of red and the fox-hunting bowl 



Not only refreshed but exalted the soul. 



Then may the kind host long continue to grace 



His country, his mansion, and also the chase ; 



And, long as old Time shall be measured by clocks, 



May a Turner for ever prevail o'er a fox. 



By the Key. Me. Bramwell, 



Eector of Hurworth. 



