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l8z THOUGHTS UPON HUNTING. 



and MungOj how he works ! — Old Frantic, too, now pushes 

 forward : she knows as well as we the fox is sinking. 



" Ha ! yet he flies, nor yields 



To black despair. But one loose more, and all 



His wiles are vain. Hark ! through yon village now 



The rattling clamour rings. The barns, the cots, 



And leafless elms, return the joyous sounds. 



Thro' ev'ry homestall, and thro' ev'ry yard. 



His midnight walks, panting, forlorn, he flies." 



SOMERVILLE. 



Huntsman ! at fault at last } — How far did you bring the 

 scent ? — Have the hounds made their own cast ? — Now make 

 yours. You see that sheep-dog has coursed the fox : get 

 forward with your hounds, and make a wide cast. 



Hark! that halloo is indeed a lucky one. If we can 

 hold him on, we may yet recover him ; for a fox so much 

 distressed must stop at last. We shall now see if they will 

 hunt as well as run ; for there is but little scent, and. the 

 impending cloud still makes that little less. How they en- 

 joy the scent ! — See how busy they ail are, and how each in 

 his turn prevails [ 



Huntsman, be quiet! Whilst the scent was good, you 



