172 ON HUNTING. 



' ' Buckskin's the only wear fit for the saddle ; 

 Hats for Hyde Park, but a cap for the chase ; 

 In tops of black leather let fishermen paddle, 

 The calves of a fox-hunter white ones encase. 



* ' If your horse be well bred and in blooming condition, 

 Both up to the country and up to your weight. 

 Oh ! then give the reins to your youthful ambition, 

 Sit down in the saddle and keep his head straight. 



*' Eager and emulous only, not spiteful, " 



Grudging no friend, though ourselves he may beat ; 

 Just enough danger to make sport delightful, 

 Toil just sufficient to make slumbers sweet !" 



