MR. THOMAS THORNHILL MORLAND 175 



With hat doubled in — a sure sign of a fall — 

 Comes sweet Mrs. V — r — t, the last of them all. 

 " Holloa! what's the matter — what makes you behind ?" 

 "My horse made a blunder, I fear he's going blind"; 

 Then, regarding as naught the mishap of the day, 

 So cheerful and chatty she canters away. 



These I managed to pick from the rear or the front, 



As local attendants or men of the hunt ; 



But with them there came, in numbers no few, 



From Oxford renown'd, a most odd-looking crew : 



A Peer and a Dealer here charge side by side, 



To set one another determined to ride. 



Now a Proctor gets spilt, and over him rolls 



A Freshman, too sure to be "hauled o'er the coals"; 



" So, this, sir,'s the way you think to get knowledge. 



By breaking no less than the head of your college!" 



Rebuked thus he rises ; his pitiful plight 



Affording his friends most unbounded delight. 



On a very hot young one a cadger here crams. 



And hear him in trouble most awfully d — ns, 



(" A Parson in posse " quite shocking to hear) 



At the brute which to-day he is trying to steer. 



From Christ Church came dandies, all polish and shine, 

 On clippers from Quartermaine, coming it fine. 

 Now some freshmen rush by in toggery new. 

 Which was cut in a style quite wondrous to view ; 

 In short, there were Gownsmen in numbers of course 

 And mounted on every description of horse. 



Some dealers from Oxford with them rattle by, 

 Who steeds for young Nimrods are wont to supply. 

 Ned Wheeler, 'mong others, appears in our view, 

 Just warming the blood of " a bit of a screw " ; 

 Here, funking along on a nag of high figure, 

 Lord Oxford behold ! looking bigger and bigger ; 



