MR. THOMAS THORN HILL MORLAND 173 



See ! who have we here on that fiery steed, 



Who o'er hedge and brook seems determined to lead ? 



'Tis " Dare-devil George " who thus heads the throng ; 



" Old Billy," as usual, well larking along. 



That style not a moment while running he'll slack, 



Then go across country the nearest way back ; 



And this happy tdisk, prok pudor! I speak. 



Master Billy performs about three days a week. 



Next close at his side, at a rare lasting pace, 

 Comes the Squire of Culham, ever in a good place ; 

 As a horseman he's good — once hunted the pack — 

 But wisely resigned, not having the knack ; 

 Still on him keep an eye, he'll make a good guide. 

 He knows what they're doing, and the right time to ride. 



Here's good-natured Billy smiling cheerfully round, 

 Who doats on the fox, and delights in the hound ; 

 Whose very existence on hunting depends — 

 The horse and the hound his chief pleasure and friends ; 

 And who'd live in the chase with lasting delight 

 From the break of the morn to the coming of night. 



With breeches and boots as neat as can be. 

 The swell of the hunt, dark 0(live)r see, 

 Who, like many swells, will frequently show 

 To " tigers " and " ruffians " the way they should go. 



On his grey comes "The Major," so flash and so prime, 

 A regular clipper, one who always " keeps time " ; 

 Though a hunter he rides, still she has to feel 

 The press of the collar, and hear the coach wheel ; 

 For his acme of pleasure's to be on the road, 

 With four spanking tits and a good heavy load ; 

 " Hie ! stop. Coachman, stop Sir ! what are you about ? " 

 " I can't sir, I'm late and full in and out." 



