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instead of the Fox and Hounds, I should have exclaimed on seeing 



him, 



At the Saracen's Head Bob tarns in ale and wine, 

 Until his face does represent the sign. 



As it is, however, we may read thus : — 



Bob Williams keeps the Fox and Hounds, 



A house of much resort ; 

 And where, should hail or rain abound, 



He's sure to have his sport. 



For though he now no longer rides 



To Fox and Hounds in chase, 

 Yet on the sign-post at his door 



He sees them go the pace. 



Now Fame will tell how well he went. 



On chestnut, bay, or black, 

 How like a workman, in his place. 



Bob rode to the Raby pack : 



How well they knew his cheering voice ; 



How much they feared his smack : 

 "Have a care ! hounds," or "gently there!" 



Was enough for the Raby pack. 



But now he takes his morning glass ; 



And here he's no wise slack — 

 Looks at his sign — a had sign this! 



And drinTcs to the Raby pack ! 



I have before mentioned the tw^o present whippers-in to the Raby 

 hounds : I do not know of two better ; and it is delightful to see how 

 devoted they are to the sport. Dick's fondness for his hounds is, I 

 should think, quite unequalled, and the language he uses when 

 speaking of them amused me much. "I like some of your young 

 hounds very much indeed," said I one day to him, "particularly 

 Carmelite and Baby."— " Why, yes. Sir," rephed Dick, "I always 

 thought them two very gcn-tecl hounds." Dick has whipped in to his 

 Noble master about fifteen or sixteen years. 



After looking at my horses, I took a survey of Bob Williams's 

 house, and had a little chat with him about old times. " Bob," said 

 I, "we began hunting about the same period of our lives, and have 



