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in cliurch. I fell asleep in the sermon, and dreamed she was 

 running hare like the d — 1." 



Dreams are only our waking thoughts, and dreaming of hunting 

 by night is by no means unnatural to one who thinks of little else 

 by day. 



In sleep, when fancy is let loose to play. 

 Our dreams repeat the business of the day : 

 The judge in bed will argue fresh his cause, 

 And o'er and o'er again dispense his laws. 

 The jockey dreams he rides a winning race, 

 And guides his courser with a Chifney's grace. 

 The huntsman draws his coverts o'er again. 

 And finds his fox, coil'd in his well-used den ; 

 Enrajjtur'd thinks he hears the woods resound. 

 And faintly halloos to some fav'rite hound. 

 The poet takes his night-cap for the bay 

 Stript from the brow of Dryden or of Gay. 



Thus went Tom Hodgson to his church to pray. 

 And well resolv'd his evening prayers to say : 

 Say them he did ; but when the learn'd Divine 

 Mounted the pulpit, and began to shine 

 In theologic lore, Tom fell fast asleep. 

 And dreamt his hounds were running hares, or sheep. 

 (Believe, me, Reader ! this is nothing new, 

 Tom gets many a snooze in this snug pew.) 

 " Get forward. Will," cried he, "and stop those hounds, 

 I hear them running hare like h — 11." — " Zounds ! " 

 Said his friend ; " why, Tom, you have forgot 

 The place you are in ! " — (waking) " Oh ! no, I have not,'' 



Said Tom ; " ivhere are v:e now ? in the Lord's Prayer ? 



(Sleeping) Oh, Will ! that Vengeance always did run hare." 



From Beverley I proceeded to York, where I arrived in the night 

 of the 12th of March, and took up my abode at the Black Swan. 

 On the following morning I went to have another look at the York 

 and Ainsty fox-hounds, but have no recollection of the place of 

 meeting, any farther than it was ten miles from York on the 

 Boroughbridge road. I overtook the pack about seven miles on the 

 road, and found they were not accompanied by their huntsman, who 

 was ill. The hounds could not run a yard ; so I trotted home, and 

 dined with Mr. George Swann. 



Thursday, 15th. — Met Y^'ork and Ainsty at Nun Appleton village, 



