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I " PAULLO MAJOBA CA9AXIS."
Vnto. x. iv. U.
(FBOX BAILET*B MABACTWg.)
liny taaad him doae to HazhigtaH^
And killed him imder Hayne;
And they declare, who m* the ran,
They ne er before aaw inch an one,
-«g»fn.
Twa« orer gram from fint tolaat,
Nine nOeiM the crow flies,
Thcyraoed by Wooton Green wo fait
Tbe village nutlet atood agh**t,
TCth open month* andeyaa I
Du ekaed. Tbe afternoon «m oome; <
Low dipped the iratiera ion ;
Bom* piulfld their watches onl, qpd aoow
Had tamed their bono? headi towardi home.
Andante few lingered oo.
For all the norninc had been ipetat
In Tain In Cradock Chase ;
A Tinging fox, a catching aceot;
Bloa|b, tobnidodi where'er they went,
It ewneeli hopdes oese,
SlMnMtec^i tappw wpi onrcHt,
nitftnantt'crtlwnliii
MTCTCaxtopO«*!,"be aaid,atla«t;
IRlltoiicaitdliltoain, and trovtedxwat;
Andhwlx»te»mytale. -
The gftne wa» rnachaJ: "Lien in! ben in tT
B aeemedk atom fcadM$zed the whin;
Btexna <Um*Wied; «Uw»i life within;
A thoniwi cc a Bad 1
"Owe* fcmonk flru/iu mutto ben ! "
WiUattanpooliieTEwfs,
. ypfn»yv.£fr(ithn minrntu nlwnr;
Bat human. hope* an " kittle mi," *
Jhey^ottf/knd through tbegoiie.
"QobS-niAt/Vtteinarteriald: " Good-bye,
ftjjfl WWlMi^rM«wt}" >
TOinbfinwiidaad tfcxUliqgcqr,
Thataecmedto wed iheaarthand Af,
bailor! ;heto*w»y J*
fitfdjianpefl opto »<ntqr tt«k
look! yonder o'er the hill be go®.
And now he sinks the wind ;
Ab ' we, he's mobbed by TOO dan crows'
Full well he knows raare dsnreroei foe*
Are nottoofitrbehiad,
" Here's the line, close by thai old thorn
Will daps them cm hi» b»ck ; a
"Until bed, Jack, sure as too are bom;"
One zincing blast upon hi* bom.
And "to him" tarns the pack.
They're go* It no* ! the scent"* breirf high.
Head* tip. sterns down. t&trTe gone;
See ! bow the dappled basatw 3y !
A moment wildly wakes the cry,
Thea lolls the tmtefai harm any,
And alsust LaiLril each tone.
How Madrigal with Minstrel strives
To ontEtnp the badger pie;
Eee. eee. too, bow old Sestor drives'
By Jove, if he'd a thsc^azdlirtt,
To-diy the fox most die!
Low bent upon hit Buddie bow,
His eye upon ha boasds,
Will counts his fox at deAd as thongh
Hi* nose was op in the row
Within the kennel bamii*.
And ekiae behind hint pre® the field
In fiat and fiiriou race;
Bi[<i rails ate jumped that will not yield.
Blackthorns with yavmtrs hilf ojno&aloi;
Hot blood it op, and bears are steeled
To the one thought of "plase."
Grim frowns the stile, hog-backed, askew,
Wedged in between two trees;
But finished hands cu wrndfis da;
Light finger* rteer the cfcesnut through
With enviable eue,
Obeerre that rasper, stiff and tigb,
Xew plashed, with out-tamed tprij;
The leader e'em it, glass in eye,
And sir more foDow at & 3y;
Bnt ah ! it Soon the prey!
And now old blood tejins to show;
Her. whose wild o&« an sown,
Who take it eur while it's clow.
Bat, when hounds rtm and mean to go^
Who sill can hold their own.
See, yon gaont man draw; to the fore!
Tlie brook flows dark and wide;
How sweetly Bed wing, gliding o'er,
Lands lightly an the farther share,
And drops into his stride.
Ah, stream! hart thou no shallow nook]
That faltering bean mif find ?
Thrioe happy he who back can look
From the past perils of the brook,
Towards those he leaves behind.
Bat what a sight! nine men half-crazed
Tempting the brimming flood;
Nate hones, floundering struggling, dazed.
Xine riders half-eng^lfed half mazed,
Half-drowned in bUckest mud.
And what shall be yon horseman's lot
On the raw four-yesr-pld?
Ee skates, tu>pe short, lie one who's shot;
His fete if tezlfA, he's in ! He's not!
One despcr&tfl enort lands him hot,
Instead of drenched and cold.
Bnt mark the scau! Leaves gleam like fire
Against the purple sky;
Upon the right the Tillage spire.
And the grey gables of t he Bqmre
In trees embosomed lie.
And ever onward trends the vale,
Lost in the misty shade;
And boll-pail grass and ant-hills te'J
Where Eaxon herds were wont to dwell,
And Saxon oxen et rayed.
And onward, too, holds the hot chase
Till Scimpion Wold draw* near.
Poor fox! his heart beats doaole pace,
His limbs half fiil him in the race,
Bnt, can he hold a little space
The welcome earths are here.
Dh, cruel, worse than crnel late!
He gains them, and-they're stopped!
One straggle more-'tis not too late;
He crawls beneath the cover gate,
And breasts the hill with labouring gait,
As though be would have dropped.
There's nothing left bat Winhoase Eaves;
Be stops with Ii?Tfiung ear;
Then, where the willows lean, he laves
His limbe once more in the cool wavee,
And feels his end draws near.
With draggled trash, bis rasset side
All soiled, with heart oppressed.
Lowered head and action high and wide.
Teeth set,* month closed, and shortened stride,
Behold him, " sair distressed!"
He stops, turns short, he runs his foil,
And tries each well-known rase;
Hell sever make another mile;
For nearer, closer, all the while
. HU dreaded foe puma.
Alas, poor pog! nor moonlight prowl,
Nor .' dieket" in tbe spring.
Nor April night winds whispering cool.
Nor plessant raid on roosted fowl,
Kor challenge from the brown wood-owl,
Shall future seasons bring.
Alas! for yon each Qrlnutsaeau^
Each vulpine joy is over;
Youll watch no mora the pheasant's jImwi,
Kor leveret coached in bracken green,
Nor brooding partridge hid between
Sweet blossoms of the clover.
Ala*, poor fox! the more's the sin,
TonTl never reach the cover;
All's over ! Dauntless dashes in ;
One snip, one grim despairing grim ;
He leaves his dying mark, and then
Old Hector rolls him over.
Whoohoop!
.Lxapteab," I87S.
* The idea that a beaten fox goes with open mouth
and his tongue crat ii a popular iMn«ion-> fresh fox
domao, not a dying one.
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