Appendix I 



Maynard's Lord, who detests competition and strife, 

 As well in the chase as in social life, 

 Than whom nobody harder has rode in his time, 

 But to crane here and there now thinks it no crime, 

 That he beat some crack riders most fairly may crow. 

 For he lived to the end, though he scarcely knows how. 



With snaffle and martingale held in the rear, 

 His horse's mouth open half up to his ear ; 

 Mr. Wardle, who threaten'd great things over night, ^ 

 Beyond Stretton was left in most terrible plight. 

 Too lean to be press'd, yet egg'd on by compulsion, 

 No wonder his nag tumbled into convulsion. 

 Ah ! had he but lost a fore shoe, or fell lame, 

 'Twould only his sport have curtail'd, not his fame. 

 Loraine,2 — than whom no one his game plays more safe, 

 Who the last to the first prefers seeing by half, — 

 What with nicking ^ and keeping a constant look-out. 

 Every turn of the scent surely turn'd to account. 

 The wonderful pluck of his horse surprised some, 

 But he knew they were making point blank for his 



home. 

 " Short home " to be brought we all should desire. 

 Could we manage the trick like the Enderby Squire.* 



Wild Shelley,^ at starting all ears and all eyes. 

 Who to get a good start all experiment tries, 

 Yet contrived it so ill, as to throw out poor Gipsy,^ 

 Whom he rattled along as if he'd been tipsy, 



1 Said to have threatened that he would beat the whole field. 



2 Mr. Loraine Smith. =* A term of reproach. 

 * Where Mr. Loraine Smith lives ^ Usually very grave. 

 ^ Sir John Shelley's mare. 



