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Well sous'd by their dip on they bmsli'd o'er the bottom, 

 With liquor on board enough to besot 'em. 

 But the villain, no longer at all at a loss, 

 Stretch'd away like a devil for Enderby Gorse, 

 Where, meeting with many a brother and cousin, 

 Who knew how to dance a good hay in the furzen, 

 Jack Eaven (7) at length, coming up on a hack 

 Which a farmer had lent him, whipp'd off the game 



pack. 

 Eunning sulky, old Loadstone (8) the stream w5uld not 



swim. 

 No longer sport proving a magnet to him. 

 Of mistakes and mishaps, and what each man befell, 

 Would the Muse could with justice poetical tell ! 

 Bob Grrosvenor on Plush, (9) tho' determin'd to ride. 

 Lost at first a good start, and was soon set aside ; 

 Tho' he charg'd hill and dale, not to lose this rare chase, 

 On Velvet, Plush could not get footing, alas ! 

 To Tilton sail'd bravely Sir Wheeler O'Cuff, 

 Vv^here, neglecting thro' hurry to keep a good Luff", 

 To leeward he drifts — how provoking a case ! 

 And was forc'd, tho' reluctant, to give up the chase. 

 As making his way to the pack 's not his forte. 

 Sir Lawley, (10) as usual, lost half of the sport : 

 But then the professed philosophical creed. 

 That " All's for the best " of Master Candide, 

 If not comfort, Sir E. reconcile may at least, 

 For on this supposition his sport is the best. 

 Orby Hunter, who seem'd to be hunting his fate. 

 Got falls to the tune of no fewer than eight. 



7. Jack Raven, the huntsman. 



8. The huntsman's horse. 



g, Mr. Robert Grosvenor's horse. 



10. Sir Robert Lawley, not unusually, in the brief language of Melton, 

 called Sir Lawley. 



