INDIAN SPORTING SONGS. 323 



The spicy bowl we only drain, 

 That o'er it we may hunt again : 

 If laurel leaves some temples twine, 

 'Tis with many a furrowed line ; 

 But give us health and game in store, 

 The savage panther, tuskied boar, 

 We wish, nor hope, nor pray for more. 



III. 



And some there are who pass their lives 



Like captives chained, with snarling wives, 



Happy in their home-made toys, 



Great sprawling girls and troublesome boys ; 



Some take a pleasure in their drill, 



In hot mulled port, or devilled grill ; 



Some live to drive the mettled steed ; 



Some love to smoke the fragrant weed ; 



And some there are who all night long, 



With hideous howls their mirth prolong. 



Let every man his taste enjoy, 



For life, alas ! flies speedily ; 



But give us health and game in store, 



The savage panther, tuskied boar, 



We wish, nor hope, nor pray for more. 



Oriental Sporting Magazine,' 

 March, 1833. 



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