114 OBSERVATIONS OX FOX-HUNTING 



to silence these sons of Harmony, Handel, High- 

 lander, and Harj^er ; in a dreadful crash, 



" The pack wide opening, load the trembling air 

 With various melody ; . . . . 



The forest thunders, and the mountains' shake, 

 The chorus swells : . . . . 



and now 

 In vain each earth he tries, — the doors are barr'd 

 Impregnable ; nor is the covert safe, — 

 He pants for purer air. 



This pack and game cannot be partners of the 

 same wood, though boundless the extent. The 

 horn calls, the Captain harks, Tony halloo's ; he 

 breaks ! — and at his brush fly eighteen couples 

 of this unerring pack, of Tony's own, for twenty 

 generations. In Cangort Park he seeks for safety 

 from his fleet pursuers ; to them the walls, though 

 ten feet high, no barrier prove, — they take them 

 in their flight, Tamerlane and Telegraph at the 

 head, and all the kindred blood ; then across to 

 Quakerstown, through the demesne of Coralauty, 

 along the banks of the Brusna the scent lay 

 bvu'ning. 



" Tumultuous soon thcj' plunge into the stream, 

 . and, in greedy joy, 

 From shore to shore they swim ; while clamour loud 

 And wild uproar torment the troubled flood. 



