270 THE MEYNELL HOUNDS. [1868 



So it proved, for at Biggin, being chased by a cur, 



He crawled into a hedge quite unable to stir. 



Then Ringlet came up and alone stood at bay, 



Till the others joined in and there ended the day. 



As the clock proclaimed four the fox gave up his breath, 



And the who-whoop for miles around told of his death. 



Over full thirty-two miles of ground had we been. 



And from Radburne decoy, as the crow flies, fourteen. 



Your pardon I ask, being unable to tell 



Who went best in a run where so many went well ; 



But the name of one lady with pleasure I write, 



" Miss Meynell's," who went throughout in the first flight. 



All sportsmen I hope, too, for many a year. 



The name of Tom Leedham will greet with a cheer. 



His well-earned silver horn may he long live to wield. 



And as on *' that day," show the way to the field. 



So fill up your glasses, a bumper we'll drain. 



Health to Meynell Ingram, success to his name. 



From the days since his grandfather ruled over Quorn, 



His hounds from all others have still the palm borne. 



When you've finished the first fill a second besides, 



To the health of Squire Pole who such foxes provides ; 



And a third to the men over whose land we ride. 



The Yeomen who live on the Derbyshire side. 



Feb. 1868. 



All the talk, gossip, aud anecdote anent this great run 

 would almost fill a small volume, but space cannot be 

 found for everything. Still, this last addition, furnished 

 by the kindness of the Hon. Mrs. Meynell Ingram, is so 

 interesting that it makes the best possible finish to so 

 good a run. It is a letter from the late Mr. Michael Bass, 

 the father of Lord Burton, to Mr. Hugo Meynell Ingram. 



Rangemorc, February 7th, 1868. 

 Dear Mr. H. Meynell, 



I heard of your passing thro' Tutbury last night at an earlier hour 

 than the story of the run could have reached you, so I feel sure you will forgive 

 me for sending you a sketch of my recollections. I take my tale from the point 

 where the fox turned from Radburne the last time ; of all that preceded that 

 you yourself were a prominent feature — '■^pars magnay It must have been near 

 Radburne Common when we ran the fox in view, and he turned by his right, 

 leaving Langley on that hand, by Post House, by Church field, again crossing 

 the Derby and Ashborne road between Ednaston and Brailsford Mill, by Alder 

 Car, Mercaston, over Bradley Bottoms, where the hounds were racing, Tom 



