96 SHOOTING: 



Dwell on each shot perspectively you make, 

 And on the numbers that are doom'd by fate 

 To fall by you, take leave in pride to name 

 Tho' may be but their half you'll chance t' attain* 



The journey done, your friend stands at his gate. 

 A hearty welcome gives, you can't mistake ; 

 On entering his hospitable roof, 

 And dinner 'fore you, give him ample proof 

 That country air and exercise unite 

 To bless the Cockney with an appetite : 

 Let not an appellation cause a frown, 

 That those who most deride might gladly own ; 

 If to be born in such a land they're proud, 

 You'll meet no censure when you state aloud, 

 Much greater pride must surely then be his, 

 Whose birth-place is, its vast Metropolis. 

 But, what's more to our purpose, you might say 

 It claims the best Shot of the present day, 



