Appendix I 



But how shall described be the fate of Rose Price, 

 Whose fav'rite white gelding convey'd him so nice 

 Through thick and through thin, that he vow'd and 



protested ^ 

 No money should part them, as long as life lasted ? 

 But the pace that effected which money could not : 

 For to part, and in death, was their no distant lot. 

 In a fatal blind ditch Carlo Khan's ^ powers fail'd, 

 Where nor lancet nor laudanum either avail'd. 

 More care of a horse than he took, could take no man ; 

 He'd more straw than would serve any lying-in woman. 

 Still he died ! — yet just how, as nobody knows, 

 It may truly be said, he died " under the Rose." 

 At the death of poor Khan, Melton feels such remorse. 

 That they've christen'd that ditch, " The Vale of White 



Horse." 



Thus ended a chase, which for distance and speed 

 It's fellow we never have heard of or read. 

 Every species of ground ev'ry horse does not suit. 

 What's a good country hunter may here prove a brute ; 

 And, unless for all sorts of strange fences prepared, 

 A man and his horse are sure to be scared. 

 This variety gives constant life to the chase ; 

 But as Forester says — " Sir, what kills, is the pace." 

 In most other countries they boast of their breed, 

 For carrying, at times, such a beautiful head ; 

 But these hounds to carry a head cannot fail. 

 And constantly too, for, — by George, — there's no tail. 

 Talk of horses, and hounds, and the system of kennel, 

 Give me Leicestershire nags, and the hounds of Old Meynell! 



^ At the cover side a large sum was offered for it. 

 ^ Mr. Price's horse. 



