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Ah ! youth, make the most of your day while it lasts — 



No sunset can equal the dawn ! 

 I'd barter ten years of a peaceable life 



For a day when I rode with the Quorn ! 



" Old SpoRTSMAif," 

 In Baily's Magazine, March, 1884. 



A FEAGMENT. 



Though the life-blood of Beauty with terror may curdle 



While brooding o'er risks which the sportsman must 

 run, 

 Now imagines him lying in state on a hurdle. 



And turns but with sighs from the trophies he's won ; 

 Yet, when England at tyrants would level defiance, 



Say what makes her sons so undauntedly bleed? 

 'Tis the chase — 'tis the study of this noble science 



Gives spirit, and vigour, and health to the breed. 



Yarvicexsis. 



THOUGHTS ON HUNTING. 



BY AN OLD HOTJND. 



It is some years now since Mills wrote the " Life of a 

 Foxhound," no doubt from authentic sources, and gave 

 to the outer world some of those thoughts, feelings, and 

 instincts which are freely passed to and fro within the 

 kennel walls, though they seldom reach the world 

 beyond. Times have changed since then ; and it may 



