240 HISTORY OF THE BRAMHAM MOOR HUNT. 



And was cured by conversion into a magician. 



He takes it thus easy because, if thrown out, 



His mesmerised servant can point out the route. 



See Barlow's laird bruising along in the van, 



Though backing a 3'oung 'un, why, catch him who can; 



Full of pluck at a burst, of joke at a check, 



As if his broad shoulders did not prop a neck. 



Game Colton's Marine, too, is scorning to creep, 



And at twelve miles an hour is ploughing the deep ; 



Whilst with whiskers well combed, and hat cocked genteelly. 



The pink of good humour, rides Captain Bob Healy. 



His neighbour, John Roper, comes up with such speed 



That he clears both the fence and the head of his steed ; 



If he supped late last night and's well primed with champagne. 



He'll recover his saddle, and do it again. 



Johimy Clough to the left takes a line of his own. 



Though he owes to the sport a warped nose and crooked bone ; 



Still he rides like a hero, but has nearly got spilt, 



O'er a wall which, 'tis said, his grandfather built. 



His partner in trade takes it easy the while. 



With an eye to a gate for at least half a mile. 



As the Swan's a mute fowl, and not .given to riot, 



This must sure be a goose, for its tongue's never quiet. 



Whilst these with the hounds are enjoying the spurt, 



Squire York has been robbing the lanes of their dirt ; 



Yet declares that of hunting he's not had his fill, 



And anxiously asks if they've managed to kill ? 



Ah ! bred in the bone is delight at brutes slaughtered. 



For a Leeds butcher's axe on his 'scutcheon is quartered ; 



But his wish is accomplished, and pug finds repose 



At length, in the maws of his clamorous foes. 



Though the field at the time is consumptive and thinnish. 



Some hundreds contrive to ' nick in ' at the finish ; 



Return to their homes, and brag o'er their port. 



Of fences ne'er faced, and invisible sport. 



Whilst Lotherton Billy, in telling his wife 



He ne'er before saw such a run in his life, 



Lauds his glorious luck in escaping a pip, 



For he rode down a field and encountered a grip ! 



