8o The Sedgcficld Country 



LVII 



Two mounted, one afoot, are brethren three, 

 There's Charley, and Richard, and Fred, you may see,^ 

 They farm high they tell us, but little each heeds, 

 Tho' you ride o'er his turnips, his wheat, or his seeds. 



LVIII. 



Many others there are whose names we would add — 

 But we 've come to a check, and scent's very bad ; 

 There are bruisers, and skirters, and men there are there, 

 Who holloa like mad tho' their /ox is a /lare ! 



1 IX. 



Let 's drink then the health of those who don't ride, 

 Tho' to aid us in funds is their object and pride ; 

 Who grant us their coverts, and prove that they see 

 That foxes and pheasants can quite well agree. 



XL. 



Drink, too, to the farmers — who help to show sport — 

 Our country's backbone — they 're all the right sort ; 

 Fill again for their wives whose butter and milk 

 Make the puppy's rough coat shine like satin and silk. 



XLL 



Ere this feeble attempt at some verses we close, 

 Let us venture, kind friends, a last toast to propose ; 

 Success to fox-hunting ! Success to our pack ! 

 Sound horses, good runs, and of foxes no lack ! 



1893 (OR TEN YEARS AFTEr). 



A decade has passed ! slight change in our ranks. 

 Still slighter in reynard ! he 's at the old pranks ; 

 And turkeys and pullets and housewives declare. 

 That in spite of l>ad times he lives on good fare, 



'The three Robinsons. 



