238 HISTORY OF THE BRAMHAM MOOR HUNT. 



' disgrace to the name ! ' replied his Lordship. Afterwards 

 he tackled the redoubtable Field Nicholson himself, but the 

 latter was nothing daunted, and answered, ' You are mad, 

 ' my Lord, because my ^1 5 crock can beat your ^^500 horse ! ' 

 As Nicholson had rather a curious lisp, and Lord Henry had 

 a peculiar falsetto voice, it may be imagined that those who 

 were present were witnesses to an amusing scene. 



Another poem has come into my hands, the authorship 

 of which I cannot learn, but certainly judging from internal 

 evidence, it looks as if Mr. Tom Fairfax had had a hand 

 in it, and that notwithstanding he is alluded to somewhat 

 .sarcastically : — 



Recollections of a Run with Lord Harewood's Hounds, 



1846. 



To the famed Harewood pack we are off with the lark, 



The meet'.s in a paddock nicknamed ' Wighill Park'; 



But how changed is that meet in two fleeting years ; 



How we miss well-known faces of yeomen and peers ! 



Where's the gallant old earl r Where veteran Scott ? 



Where's Pantaloon York r Where Fairfax r Who got 



The old English gentleman's title and name r 



Where others, whose feats are recorded by fame ? 



Time has run them to ground ; but bitter the tears, 



House of Gascoigne, are those we give to thy heirs. 



Lamented and loved, you'd stout hearts, open hand, 



But nor wealth, manly courage, nor youth could withstand 



Of the hunter of men that dire ' whoo-whoop ' 



To which prince and peasant must equally stoop. 



But the first covert's tried, sly pug leaves the brake, 



Let us note a few horsemen that ride in his wake. 



No country in Britain like Bramham can boast 



Of well-mounted welters so goodly a host : — 



Thynne, Dayrell and Fox are never found slack, 



Nor Carroll, though he sits his horse much like a sack. 



But, imprimis, to light weights we'll give our attention, 



And Newton Kyme's Crichton will claim the first mention. 



