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'Tis done ! the brave quarry is hoiis'd safe and sound, 

 Eegent's Park to the long lasting chase puts an end ; 

 And of all the rare runs with this pack so renowned, 

 A faster and finer one never was penned. 



l^i]l, fill up your glasses ; a toast I propose — 

 No heeltaps, no daylight, no shirking be seen ; 

 " Here's a health to Lord Kosslyn, wherever he goes ; 

 Here's success to the staghounds, and long live the 

 Queen." 



From Col. Ansteuther Thomson. 



HUNTINa IN DUEHAM. 



Old fighting Durham ! stubborn border land ! 

 Leagued with thy sister, fair Northumberland ! 

 From thy time honour'd battlements we trace, 

 From blood to blood, an honour'd sportsman's race — 

 Thro' Grindon, Carlton, Hartburn, to Fox-hill, 

 The name of Lambton * is re-echoed still ! 



If I could live one hundred thousand years 



Amid this vale of sorrow and of tears, 



Dash from my brow each cankering thought and be 



What once I was, in youth and jollity ! 



At all Fortuna's coldest, hardest knocks, 



I'd sneer, if Hartburn Grange holds in her gorse a fox I 



*The celebrated Ralph Lambton. 



