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again turned tlie fox in the direction of Aldenham, 

 but all besides Moody were now far behind, and his 

 horse fell dead beneath him. The dogs, too, had 

 had enough ; they refused to go further, and Old 

 Tinker once more beat his pursuers, but only to die 

 in a drain on the Aldenham estate, where he was 

 found a week afterwards. 



" A "braver choice of dauntless spirits never 

 Dash'd after hound," 



it is said, and to commemorate one of the good 

 things of this kind, a long home-spun ditty was 

 wont to be sung in pubKc-houses by tenants on the 

 estate, the first few lines of which were as follows : — 



" Salopians every one, 

 Of high and low degree, 

 Who take delight in fox-hunting. 

 Come listen unto me. 



*' A story true I'll tell to you 

 Concerning of a fox, 



How they hunted him on Tickwood side 

 O'er Benthall Edge and rocks. 



" Says Eeynard, ' I'll take you o'er to Willey Park 

 Above there, for when we fairly get aground 

 I value neither huntsmen all 



Nor Squire Forester's best hound. 

 H 



