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Now no one but Turner being left in the field, 



And finding Old Ca?sar unwilling to yield, 



At Kilton thought proper to finish the strife, 



So called off the pack, to give Caesar his life. 



But Firetail and Bonny-Lass ivoidd have a meal, 



(Whose hearts were of oak, and whose limbs were of steel,) 



So they soon ran him up to his friend at the mill. 



Where, triumphant, they seized him and feasted their fill. 



Then, just like attraction 'twixt needle and pole. 

 We were seated that evening at Kirkleathara Hall, 

 Where the bottles of red and the fox-hunter's bowl 

 Not only enliven'd, but cherished the soul. 

 Oh, long may our host still continue to grace 

 His mansion, the country, and likewise the chase : 

 And as long as Old Time shall be govern'd by clocks, 

 May Turner preside o'er the brush of the fox ! 



We rarely see or hear a good hunting song ; but I think the one I 

 have transcribed a very fair sample, and appeared to me still fairer at 

 the time, from the excellent effect given to it by the animating style 

 in which Mr. Sutton sang it, as well as several others with which 

 he favoured us in the course of this convivial evening. 



Everything connected with fox-hunting is conducted upon a very 

 liberal scale by Mr. Lambton. His stud of hunters is not only 

 efficient, but contains several very superior horses for his men, as 

 well as for himself, and the greater part of them are well-bred. 

 Having five out every day, of course he has a large stud ; but they 

 were not all at Sedgefield when I was there, as some of them are 

 sent over to his seat at Merton, to be changed for fresh ones, as 

 occasion requires. Being a single man, however, with a good 

 fortune, all these requisites are within this gentleman's reach, and I 

 only do him justice when I say that he does the thing well. 



With respect to his hounds, I cannot help once more saying that 

 they are extremely perfect and extremely good. They are beautifully 

 formed, and of a right size for enduring fatigue. There are limits in 

 the operations of nature, as well as in those of art. A long beam 

 breaks by its own weight ; neither have large animals often strength 

 in proportion to their size ; and of this hint Mr. Lambton availed 

 himself. I have nothing particular to notice in the kennel or stables 

 of Sedgefield. They are quite sufficient for the purpose, and it must 



