146 SHOOTING: 



Your only chance of killing ; but one grain, 



If well directed, will the end obtain : 



Therefore observe your birds, and if they spread 



Their wings and alter flight, be sure they're dead 



Where'er they drop ; then keep them in your eye 



Until they light ; they're found, do you but try. 



Moors, heaths, and swampy marshes they frequent, 



Where rushes grow, there let your steps be bent. 



One aged Pointer, under strict command, 



Who has been sometime us'd at Snipes to stand, 



Is ail you need ; but a young dog it spoils, 



By giving too much point, for oft he foils 



Your hopes, when in a glowing day you beat 



For Grouse, should he come on a Snipe, will cheat 



You not unoften, into walking to 



His little lordship, then not worth a sous, 



Tho' now both kinds have flesh upon their bones. 



The tiny Jacks, you'll find, will lie like stones, 



So disinclin'd are they to move ; indeed, 



You'll almost tread on them before they speed 



