128 Memoir of Tom Smith. 



TREMULOUS TO HER NEW MASTER. 



" Craven-Hunt Jcennel, Hungcrford. 



" How oft in course of time we see 

 The fate of dogs and men agree ! 

 How oft, as fate or whims incline, 

 Are both compell'd to change their line. 

 And slowly to retrace the road 

 With eager steps they lately trod ! 



" Thus I, who once must never dare 

 E'en look at what is call'd a hare ; 

 With whom a rigid education 

 Had check'd each rebel inclination ; 

 Who never once was wildly bent 

 To revel in forbidden scent ; 

 And in preserves, through all temptation. 

 Had never stained her reputation, — 

 Must now forget each law and rule. 

 Each precept that she learnt at school, 

 And what she was condemned to hate 

 Pursue with ardour — such is fate ! 



" Though this is dreadful innovation, 

 Yet Tremulous finds consolation ; 

 The comfort that she has, is knowing 

 The master's kind to whom she's going ; 

 For of that name some fame or word 

 Has surely reach'd to Hungerford. 

 E'en dogs have heard thy judging eye. 

 Thy huntsman's lore, thy merry cry ; 

 The triumphs that thy pack has had, 

 So oft by thee to victory led. 

 The wish express'd, late be thy end, 

 As husband, master, father, friend ; 



