The Rev. Charles Slingsby 97 



For sixty minutes he defied 



The York and Ainsty hounds, 

 Then ran towards the river Ure, 



Near Lady Mary's grounds. (») 



He took the stream right gallantly, 



And laved his weary flanks ; 

 He lapped a cool, refreshing draught. 



Then climbed the northern banks. 



The hoimds dashed in the swollen stream, (^o) 



All keen upon their prey ; 

 The foremost horsemen eyed the flood 



With doubt and dark dismay. 



Sir Charles cried out, " We'll ride down stream. 



And take the ferry-boat — 

 As oft before we've had to do — 



And o'er the water float." 



A score of horsemen galloped fast 



Down to the wherry side. 

 All eager to secure a place, 



And cross the rushing tide. 



They urged the boatman (^^) to be quick. 



Also the boatman's son ; 

 Or they would mar the royal sport 



Of such a splendid run. 



Full soon the wherry-boat contained 



Within its ample space (i*) 

 Sir Charles and ten more men (^») with steeds. 



Intent upon the chase. 



The boat was pushed from off the shore. 



And as she left the strand 

 The only men whose hearts were sad 



Were those upon the land. 



Just then Sir Charies's " Old Saltfish " (i*) 



Grew restive, kicked and shied ; 

 He reared aloft, then madly plunged 



Beneath the surging tide. 



Sir Charles was dragged into the deep ; 



A rush was made to save ; 

 The boat capsized, when steeds and men 



Were struggling 'neath the wave. 



Clare Vyner was the first to rise. 



And seized the upturned boat ; 

 He scrambled up its slimy side. 



And kept himself afioat. 



He saw Sir George, of Newburgh Park, 



Stern, resolute, and brave ; 

 He grasped his manly form, and saved 



Him from a watery grave. 



, H 



