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There was Eosslyn, (5) the rough, with the kindest of 



hearts ; 

 There was gallant young Cambridge, (6) the loved of the 



land; 

 And, as beauty from valour and worth never parts, 

 Fair Theobald rode at the Prince's right hand. 



There was Makepeace, (7) the merry, and Worley, the 



neat, 

 Dicky Vyse, thro' the water that swims like a duck. 

 And blithe-hearted Seymour, (8) a sportsman complete, 

 Only somehow this season he is not in luck. 



There was well-mounted Wankelyn, and hare-hunting 



Poole ; 

 Little Harford was there, too, that thinks he can ride ; 

 Honest James, a true sportsman, courageous and cool ; 

 Long Cox, (9) and a hundred good fellows beside. 



From Windsor, from Hounslow, came guardsmen at 



score, 

 Bright souls never dimm'd with the vapours of fear ; 

 Lucas (10) and Ogilvie, Holmes and Balfour, 

 And E-icards, that thinks of himself no small beer. 



Time's up ! lay them on — off like lightning they fly ! 

 Grrasps his rein, grips his saddle each hard-riding man ; 

 And loudly rings Davis's (u) voice thro' the sky, 

 ''Now catch 'em, ride over my beauties, who can." 



5. Lord Rosslyn, master of the buckhounds. 



6. The present Duke of Cambridge. 



7. A leading man with the Queen's. 8. '* Neighbour Sej^mour." 



g. The banker. 



10. Lucas, 2nd Life Guards ; Ogilvie, ditto ; Balfour, of Newton Don. 



II. Davis, the Queen's huntsman. 



