THOUGHTS UtON HUNTING. \C^ 



Adown the fteepy wave, then tofs'd on high 



Ride on the billows, and defy the florm." Son. 



It was then tlie fox I fawj as we came down the 

 hill ; — thofe crows direcited me which way to 

 look, and the flicep ran from him as he paft 

 along. The hounds are now on the very fpot, 

 yet the fheep flop them not, for they dafh beyond 

 them. Now fee with what eagernefs they crols 

 the plain ! — Galloper no longer keeps his place, 

 Brujlier takes it — fee how he flings for the fcent, 

 and how impetuoufly he runs I — How eagerly he 

 took the lead, and how he ftrivcs to keep it — yet 

 Vi6lor comes up apace. — He reaches him ! — See 



what an excellent race it is between them ! It 



is doubtful which will reach the cover firil. — 

 How equally they run ! — how eagerly they flrain ! 



now Vi61:or — Vidor ! Ah ! Bruflier, you are 



beaten ; Victor iirft tops the hedge. — See there ! 

 fee how they all take it in their ftrokes ! the . 

 hedge cracks with their weight, lb many jump at 

 once. 



Now haftes the whipper-in to the other iide of 

 the cover ; he is right unlefs he head the fox. 



" Heav'ns ! what melodious ftrains ! how beat our hearts 



Big with tumultuous joy ! the loaded gales 



Breathe harmony ; and as the tempeft drives 



From wood to wood, thro' ev'ry dark recefs 



The foreft thunders, and the mountains fliake," Som. 



M 3 Liflen ! 



