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III. 



i tt \Varee," once more could thine echoes awake me, 

 Up to thy hill-top, oh ! would I could fly; 

 But, alas ! had 1 wings, still these chaps would o'er- 



take me ; 



I'm done for, I'm dished, I can feel my chops fry : 

 Singe, singe, my head bald for this hour of sadness, 

 My spirit, my speed, were my pride and my gladness ; 

 And thus to be foiled ! Oh ! it goads me to madness 

 Yet, damn it ! I'll die as a boar ought to die.' 



IV. 



Then, every hope of revenge swift returning, 

 This one bloody wish did the grey monster roar : 

 * Hog spirits behold me, at death itself spurning, 

 Waree, record the last deed of thy boar/ 

 Then up came a rider, exultingly dashing, 

 And forth rushed the boar, his tusks wildly gnashing, 

 And deep sped the spear through his heart as in 



clashing 

 He ripped the horse dead ; and thus died the old boar ! 



' Oriental Sporting Magazine,' 

 October, 1829. 



NOTE. I regret that I have lost the proper names of places, 

 etc., given in the original ; I have therefore substituted others. 



