"192 ' ANOTHER DAY AT CIIEE-HA. 



some straggling deer, that escapes, of course, to 

 tempt another party to your hopes and disappoint- 

 ments 1 ye city sportsmen ! who go so far, and get 

 so little for your pains what think ye of the exe- 

 cution done on this day, in a chase which cost us 

 no extraordinary trouble, and never took us five 

 miles from our winter homes ? Or, ye enthusiasts 

 in sport! who import from our shores the game, 

 your own inhospitable winters deny to your wishes 

 whose purchased partridges leave their travelling 

 coops, to hibernate in the warm attic of a Broad- 

 way palace thence to be transferred in the spring 

 to the protected covers of Long Island there to 

 pair and rear broods, to be bagged in September, 

 by the same paternal hand that imported and 

 domesticated the parent stock ! what think ye of 

 sport like this? Ours was no preserve shooting! 

 "We were not popping over our own nurselings? 

 They were wild deer, of the wild woods, that we 

 slew, this day at Chee-Ha ! Ye are of the right 

 metal, we know, and it would please us to see you 

 some day among us and mark the throb of a new 

 delight springing in your bosoms, as you sweep 

 along with the rush of the hounds, and fling the 

 cares of life far, far behind you. 



VENATOR, 





