THE WARWICKSHIRE HOUNDS. 163 



A gallant run was that which awaited the field at Mr. H. Spencer 



Lucy 

 Eatington Grove, on the 4th of January, 1876. In the 1866-1876. 



latter part of the day a brave fox helped to efi"ace dark . 



1-1 • 1 • 1 1 Ti -^ gallant run 



thoughts which were associated with the place. Jle from Eatington 



left the Grove straight for Kiueton Holt, by Eatington C}*"ove. 



Village and Pillerton. At the Holt there was a slight 



check, after which Eigehill became the point. Up 



this and down again by Arlescote, he made for War- 



mington, and after some hard running took them again 



to the hills and to Upton, where, with the help of some 



sheep, he gave them the slip. The distance altogether 



was twenty-five miles. 



I have not had any poetical descriptions of recent A poetical ac- 



pieces of work to adorn these pages with, but I have count. 



been favoured with one upon the run just given, 



written by one who was in it, and upon whom the 



mantle of the poet Goulburn, of "Epwell Hunt" 



renown, had evidently descended.* Let my readers, 



however, judge upon this for themselves. " The pack's 



dreadful fate" refers to some hound-poisoning inci- ♦ 



dents at Pebworth. 



Let the Quornite so proud toast the memory that haunts, 

 Barkby Holt, or the Punchbowl, or famed John o' Groats ; 

 While the Pytchley man swears, " My dear fellow, of 



course, 

 " No run equals our run from Waterloo Gorse ; " 

 Let the Heythrop man boast of their gallop so good, 

 When they killed near to Fairford their fox from Tarwood ; 

 But we Warwickshire men to ourselves fairly prove 

 That no run much surpassed ours from Eatington Grove. 

 'Twas an afternoon fox, and sad, sad to relate 

 Of the morning's fell work, and the pack's dreadful fate ; 

 * * * * 



But away with such memories, shameful and sad. 



Away to the cover that made us so glad. 



And away with the fox, which so quickly we drove, 



From his snug, cosy kennel in Eatington Grove ; 



How gallant the field, which in pomp and in pride. 



Followed Orvis's lead, through the quiet woodside ; ^ 



How scattered that field, 'ere yet evening's shades fell 



If you've patience to read, I'll endeavour to tell. 



Scarce had Orvis's cheer sounded twice through the wood. 



When a whimper was heard, which was quickly made :.<ood 



* The author, I believe, was Mr. H. Lupton, of Stratford-on-Avon. 



Casto*. 



