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Hark! the bells ring; along tâe distant grounds
The driving gales convey the swelling founds;

Th' attentive swain, forgetful of his work,
With gaping wonder, leans upon his fork.
What sudden news alarms the waking morn?
To the glad Squire a hopeful heir is born.
Mourn, mourn, ye stags ; and all ye beasts of chase,
This hour destruction brings on all your race :
See the pleas’d tenants duteous off'rings bear,
Turkeys and geese and grocer's sweetest ware ;
With the new health the pond'rous tankard flows,
And old Oktober reddens ev'ry nose.
Beagles and spaniels round his cradle stand,
Kifs his moist lip and gently lick his hand;
He joys to hear the shrill horn's echoing sounds,
And learns to lisp the names of all the hounds.
With frothy ale to make his cup o'erflow,
Barley shall in paternal acres grow;


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The bee shall fip the fragrant dew from flow'rs,
To give metheglin for his morning hours ;
For him the cluftring hop shall climb the poles,
And his own orchard sparkle in his bowls.

His Sire's exploits he now with wonder hears,
The monstrous tales indulge his greedy ears ;
How when youth ftrang his nerves and warm'd his veins,
He rode the mighty Nimrod of the plains :
He leads the staring infant through the hall,
Points out the horny-spoils that grace the wall ;

Tells, how this stag thro' three whole counties filed,
What rivers fwam, where bay'd, and where he bled.
Now he the wonders of the fox repeats,
Describes the defp'rate chase, and all his cheats ;
How in one day beneath his furious speed,
He tir'd seven coursers of the fleetest breed ;
How high the pale he leapt, how wide the ditch,
When the hound tore the haunches of the * witch!
These stories which descend from son to fon,
The forward boy fall one day make his own.

Ah, too fond mother, think the time draws nigh,
That calls the darling from thy tender eye ;.
How shall his spirit brook the rigid rules,
And the long tyranny of grammar schools ?
Let younger brothers o'er dull authors plod,
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod;
No, let him never feel that smart disgrace :
Why should he wiser prove than all his race:

When rip'ning youth with down o'ershades his chin, And ev'ry female eye incites to fin;

* The most common accident to Sportsmen ; to hunt a witch in the shape of a hárc.


The milk-maid (thoughtless of her future shame)
With smacking lip shall raise his guilty flame;
The dairy, barn, the hay-loft and the grove
Shall oft' be conscious of their stolen love.
But think, Priscilla, on that dreadful time,
When pangs and watry qualms shall own thy crime;
How wilt thou tremble when thy nipple's prest,
To see the white drops bathe thy swelling breast !
Nine Moons shall publickly divulge thy shame,
And the young Squire forestall a father's name.

When twice twelve times the reaper's fweeping hand
With leveli'd harvests has bestrown the land,
On fam’d St. Hubert's feast, his winding horn
Shall cheer the joyful hound and wake the inorn:
This memorable day his eager speed
Shall urge with bloody heel the rising steed.
O check the foamy bit, nor tempt thy fate,
Think on the murders of a five-bar gate !
Yet prodigal of life, the leap he tries,
Low in the dust his groveling honour lies,
Headlong he falls, and on the rugged stone
Distorts his neck, and cracks the collar bone ;
O vent'rous youth, thy thirst of game allay,
May'st thou survive the perils of this day!
He shall survive ; and in late years be sent
To snore

away Debates in Parliament. The time shall come, when his more folid sense With nod important shall the laws dispense ; A Justice with grave Justices thall fit, He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit. No greyhound shall attend the tenant's pace, No rusty gun the farmer's chimney grace ; Salmons Thall leave their covers void of fear, Nor dread the thievith net or triple spear;


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