SCENES FROM THE SADDLE. 



Hast thou observed the fox that many tmies has sped 

 Before the pack, break cover, Uke an athlete in a race, 



High strung in mind and limb, and by ambition fed 

 To joy at one more chance to prove his skill and pace ? 



Or at some corner thick, on tip-toe seen him steal, 



All nerves and wire with grace of cat, give backward glance 



Of half disdain, at sounds of misdirected zeal 



Unravelling his track— a day of poor scent perchance ? 



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