Appendix I 



To leeward he drifts — how provoking a case ! 



And was forced, though reluctant, to give up the chase. 



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



Sir Lawley,^ as usual, lost half of the sport. 



But then the profess'd philosophical creed, 



That " all's for the best,"— of Master Candide, 



If not comfort Sir R., reconcile may at least ; 



For, with 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. 

 Bashan's king,^ upon Glimpse,^ sadly out of condition, 

 PuU'd up, to avoid of being tired the suspicion. 

 Og did right so to yield ; for he very soon found, 

 His worst had he done, he'd have scarce glimpsed a hound. 

 Charles Meynell, who lay very well with the hounds. 

 Till of Stretton he nearly arrived at the bounds, 

 Now discovered that Waggoner * rather would creep, 

 Than exert his great prowess in taking a leap ; 

 But when crossing the turnpike, he read i^° " Put on here," 

 'Twas enough to make any one bluster and swear. 

 The Waggoner feeling familiar the road, 

 Was resolved not to quit it ; so stock still he stood. 

 Yet prithee, dear Charles ! why rash vows will you make, 

 Thy leave of old Billesden ^ to finally take ? 

 Since from Legg's Hill,^ for instance, or perhaps Melton 



Spinney, 

 If they go a good pace, you are beat for a guinea ! 



^ Sir Robert Lawley, called Sir Lawley in the Melton dialect. 

 2 Mr. Oglander, familiarly called Og. ' Mr. Oglander's horse. 

 "* Mr. C. Meynell's horse. 



^ He had threatened never to follow the hounds again from Billesden, 

 on account of his weight. 



® A different part of the hunt. 



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