FOX-HUNTING RECOLLFXTIONS 133 



Here's to the Colonel/ if warm be his name, 



Both that and his heart go together ; 

 In pleasant discourse, whilst we ride down the lane, 



Let us be in no hurry to sever. 



Here's to friend George, the beau of Camphill, 



A good one, if fast be the chase, sir. 

 To pass him, I tell you, requires as much skill 



As Fieschi, when he won the race, sir. 



Here's to the Baron of Sawley, so sly, — 



Here's to his horse that is black, sir ; 

 Forgetting that always a crow cannot fly, 



He fell o'er a fence on his back, sir. 



Here's to Straubenzee, the dashing and bold, 

 Taking all in his stroke like a man, sir ; 



And the pith of the story remains to be told — 

 You can't shake him off from the ' Van,' sir. 



Here's to the Major, the gallant and true, 



In riding to no one he'll yield, sir ; 

 See, he brings by his side a young damsel in view, 



To beat half the men in the field, sir. 



Here's to Dundases,^ both Thomas and John, 



They come but to make us remember 

 How short is their stay — for to London they're gone 



Ere the end of the month of November. 



Here's to the young ones, whose race scarce begun, 

 Young Mark, and the ensign, his brother ; 



They show of a stock most goodly they come. 

 As they tread in the steps of their father.^ 



^ Colonel Pepper Arden. 



'^ Sons of the ist Earl of Zetland. 



^ Mr. Milbank's sons. 



