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XII. 



Tom Grosvenor and Bob now most desperately flao^, 

 And Somerset Charles on his new staring nag, 

 Which tho' he's so done that a foot he can't wag, 

 Yet of him to-morrow Lord Charlie will bras:. 



XIII. 



Next, vaulting Tom Graham, on a horse-taking whim. 

 Is plunging and prancing like the George at an Inn, 

 Comes spark through the hedge with a thundering crush, 

 And leaves half his brogues and shirt on the bush. 



XIV. 



See next, with a star on, there's Bassedon Gordon, 

 Who wears on his shoulder a fine, flaming cordon ; 

 And, raving against him, behold Master Stair, 

 Why, old Nicky himself never saw such a pair. 



XV. 



Then, whence those three goose-drivers all in a row, 

 Who are leading their nags on ten furlongs below, 

 'Tis Cranberry, George, and St. le Heage, from Grantham, 

 Who always get dosed to a sufficit quantum. 



XVI. 



Then, far in the rear, observe Savile forlorn, 

 All legs, laps, and lappets, brisk, sobbing on roan; 

 How he sticks in the mud, whilst Rutland's great Duke 

 With Brummel the Beau are in Sysonby brook. 



XVII. 



Next a tickle-heel sportsman, called Heynife the Black, 

 We descry in the Vale, half a mile from the pack ; 

 And further behind him see Heyrick the White, 

 A sportsman by system who never rides right. 



XVIII. 



The last in the cluster see Worcester and Muster; 

 Now Wors-ter sets Muster, and Muster sets Wors-ter, 

 Now Muster seems burst, sir, and Wors-ter gets first, sir, 

 Such fumblers as these are not worth a crust, sir. 



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