MODEEN BEAGLING 239 



But if you cannot rise to this, 



At least do come and holloa 

 Sweet hunting sounds, begarbed in coat 



Of pink with tails of swallow. 



Your whoop is sure to cheer the " cox " ! 



Your spurs provoke a spurt , 

 Till friend and foe will cry, " By Jove ! 



They're splendid through the dirt ! " 



So Noggs he went and loudly yelled, 



" Huick forrard ! " " Gone — away ! " 

 " Loo in, my beauties ! " " Eoust him out ! " 



" Oh hip, hip, hip — hooray ! " 



Of course the Maudlen crew " romped home " 



The easiest of winners ! 

 And Noggs has ever since been drunk 



(A " toast " at Maudlen dinners !) 



This same Mr. Newman or Noggs, or Newman Noggs, is also 

 an ardent sailor-man, for I find him among the members of the 

 Cambridge University Cruising Club and also of several Norfolk 

 Yacht and Sailing Clubs. (F. C. K.) 



H. G. Barclay was a magnificent runner — the best during my 

 three years, all things considered, though I think Harry Fordham of 

 Eoyston could beat him for a short burst {i.e. "animated bust"). 

 He was " one of the very best " and had a wonderful influence for 

 good and is now in holy orders. He had a splendid old character of 

 a greyhound called "Sailor," with which, together with any other 

 " long-dogs " we could " beg, borrow, or steal," some of us used to go 

 coursing (by leave of the keeper) in the Bottisham direction on the 

 rare non-hunting days, and great fun it was. On one occasion 

 Barclay was caught on a Sunday when " Sailor " had just run into a 

 hare, but the sporting hare-owner (must have been an (h)ar(e)istocrat) 

 allowed the matter to be settled by a contribution to Addenbrook's 

 Hospital. 



