VORKSIirRE 341 



The character of men's native country is for the most part as 

 strongly impressed upon them as its accent is on their tongue ; and 

 such is the case here. The county of York is a proud and bold 

 feature in the map of England, and its inhabitants do not disgrace it. 

 They are good soldiers, keen sportsmen, and a fine manly ]'ace, 

 worthy of British soil. 



I shall now take leave of the North, by presenting my readers 

 with a celebrated hunting song, made some years since on Lord 

 Cleveland's Hunt, when his Lordship had the Badsworth country. 

 Several of the characters mentioned no longer exist, hut it was 

 considered a well-drawn picture of the time. 



HOWELL WOOD : 



OR, " THK HOUNDS OF OM) RAHV FOR ME ! " 



Whilst passing o'er Barnsdale, I happen'd to spy 



A fox stealing on, and the hounds in full cry ; 



They are Darlington's sure, for his voice I well know. 



Crying " Forward ! hark forward ! " from Skelbrook below. 

 With my Ballynanionaora, 

 The hounds of Old Raby for me. 



See Binchcster leads them, whose speed seldom fails. 

 And now let us see who can tread on their tails ; 

 For, like pigeons in flight, the best hunter would blow, 

 Should his niastor attempt to ride over them now. 

 With my, &c. 



From Howell Wood come, they to Stapleton go. 

 What confusion 1 see in the valley below ; 

 My Friends in hlarJc collars nearly beat out of siglit, 

 And Badsworth's old heroes in sorrowful j>light. 

 AVith my, &c. 



'Tis liard to describe all the frolic and fun, 

 Which, of course, must ensue in this capital run ; 

 But I quote the old proverb, howe'er trite and lame, 

 That " the looJcer-on sees most by half of the game.'' 

 With my, &c. 



Then, first in the burst, see dashing away. 

 Taking all on his stroke, on llalpho the grey, 

 With persuaders in flank, comes Darlington's Poor, 

 With his chin sticking out, and his cap on ono em. 

 With my, &c. 



