114 SHOOTING : 



The fallows I would have you pass not by 

 Unrang'd, for birds will not unoften lie 

 Thereon, particularly when 'tis wet ; 

 Between the furrows you may also get 

 A shot at Madam, who, till winter drear 

 Draws on, here makes her form, devoid of fear. 

 As the day grows, a good potatoe field, 

 Or reedy ruifet waste, (as both will shield 

 Them from the ardent Sun,) I'd have you try ; 

 And then the hedge rows let your Pointers ply, 

 If there they can be driv'n, a gun each side 

 Makes surety sure, and will the sport divide. 

 Tow'rds the meridian, if all are slain 

 That you have mark'd, you'll be most like to gain 

 Success, by failing not to beat well over 

 High turnip fields, as well as plats of clover ; 

 And in the latter, oft a Rail may rise 

 On heavy pinion ; tho' not game, he vies, 

 In point of flavour, so say Epicures, 

 With any bird the Gormand e'er procures; 



