And now for twenty minutes w^e have had a glorious 



burst — 

 The pace begins to tell on them who yet have gone the 



first. 

 A check — so now w^e'll take a pull, and let our horses 



blow, 

 And set them right in the foremost flight again like 



trumps to go. 



" Hark, Eanter ! hark !" the huntsman cries. They hit 

 him off again — 



A sheet would cover all the pack now racing o'er the 

 plain. 



A view ! it is the hunted fox, I know by yonder crow, 



For 'tis her delight in the foremost flight with a sink- 

 ing fox to go. 



To reach yon distant cover, now, in vain game reynard 



tries ; 

 Old Venom runs into him, and he gamely fighting dies. 

 " Who whoop !" now cries the huntsman, who late cried 



"tally ho!" 

 Oh ! 'tis pure delight, in the foremost flight, in a run 



like this to go. 



" Here's fox-hunting and fox-hunters ! and may we 



never trace 

 The man within old England's shores who would put 



down the chase ; 

 For such a man at once I scan as British sportsman's foe. 

 Who still delight in the foremost flight like bricks and 



trumps to go." 



From Colonel Anstruthee Thomson. 



