26 HISTORY OF THE YORK AND AINSTY HUNT. 



So I hope Mr. York' will no longer deny 



That from home he must travel his hunter to try. 



'Young Clifton = set out from his father so grave, 

 With this admonition: "Your steed, sir, pray save. 

 And should Treacher betray you, or Hawke, to ride hard, 

 All such wicked counsels Td have you discard." 

 But instruction so good was quite thrown away. 

 For he swears he beat Hawke at the end of the day. 



'"What a capital leaper," exclaims Captain Pierse 

 (Whilst at every fence he hangs on by the ears], 

 " Is my little horse," and I fairly agree, 

 That his equal you seldom or ever can see ; 

 For if you had chose to have followed his track, 

 You'd have gone the whole chase on a moderate hack ; 

 And I really think, in a literal sense. 

 That he constantly took a rood from each fence. 



' Oh ! Bovver of Welham, what desperate play. 

 You made o'er the heath when they hoUoa'd away ; 

 But now that a few small enclosures we face, 

 No longer you glory in Jollyboy's pace. 3 



' Lo, puffing together in terrible plight, 

 John Bell and Sir Marki nearly beat out of sight ; 

 And though it don't happen such weights should be first. 

 Or beat the whole field in a desperate burst, 

 Yet their laurels this day, you will surely allow. 

 Were honestly gained by the sweat of their brow. 

 Though Billsden and Howell, and Red House Wood, too. 

 As coverts of note have been equalled by few ; 

 Yet Corsica's mountains, and Lombardy's plains. 

 Were never yet echoed in fox-hunting strains, — 



(i) Mr. Richard York, of Wighill Park, near Tadcaster. 



(2) Thomas Clifton, of Lytham Hall, co. Lancaster: — 



' He thanked his sire, yet all the day 

 His bosom burned to disobey, 

 And every time the pack he saw, 



Scorned in his heart the foolish law.' 



(3) Jollyboy was Mr. Bower's horse. 



(4) ' Jiihu Bell anil Sir MarA-':^ 



' Sudcf Diiiltuiii , frustraque laborei 

 A us us idem.' 



