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Of angry Jove, though blasted yet unfallen ; | Here, when the sun's too potent gleams annoy Still can my soul in fancy's mirror view
| The crowded kennel ; and the drooping pack, Deeds glorious once, recall the joyous scene | Restless and faint, loll their unmoistened tongues, In all its splendors decked, o'er the full bowl And drop their feeb tails ; to cooler shades Recount my triumphs past, urge others on
Lead forth the panting tribes : soon shalt thou find With band and voice, and point the winding way ; The cordial breeze their fainting hearts revive : Pleased with that social, sweet garrulity,
Tumultuous soon they plunge into the stream, The poor, disbanded veteran's sole delight.
There lave their reeking sides ; with greedy joy
Gulp down the flying wave ; this way and that HOW TO MAKE AND PLACE A KENNEL ; THE MORNING PACK ; CLEANLINESS; WATER AND SHADE.
From shore to shore they swim, while clamor loud First let the kennel be the huntsman's care,
And wild uproar torment the troubled flood :
Then on the sunny bank they roll and stretch
Their dripping limbs, or else in wanton rings
Coursing around, pursuing and pursued,
The merry multitude disporting play.
NECESSITY OF DISCIPLINE IN THE KESSEL.
Attend the frolics which too often end Warmed by the streaming light, and merry lark, In bloody broils and death. High o'er thy head Forth rush the jolly clan ; with tuneful throats Wave thy resounding whip, and with a voice They carol loud, and in grand chorus joined
Fierce, menacing, o'errule the stern debate, Salute the new-born day : for not alone
And quench their kindling rage : for oft, in sport The vegetable world, but men and brutes
Begun, combat ensues : growling they snarl, Own his reviving influence, and joy
Then, on their haunches reared, rampant they seize At his approach. Fountain of light ! if chance Each other's throats, with teeth and claws in gore Some envious cloud veil thy refulgent brow,
Besmeared ; they wound, they tear, till on the In vain the muse's aid ; untouched, unstrung,
ground, Lies my mute harp, and thy desponding bard Panting, half-dead, the conquered champion lies : Sits darkly musing o'er the unfinished lay.
Then sudden all the base, ignoble crowd, Let no Corinthian pillars prop the donne ;
Loud-clam'ring, seize the helpless, worried wretch, A vain expense, on charitable deeds
And, thirsting for his blood, drag different ways Better disposed, to clothe the tattered wretch His mangled carcass on th' ensanguined plain. Who shrinks beneath the blast, to feed the poor O beasts of pity void ! to oppress the weak, Pinched with afflictive want. For use, not state, To point your vengeance at the friendless head, Gracefully plain, let each apartment rise.
And with one mutual cry insult the fallen ! O’er all let cleanliness preside, no scraps
Emblem too just of man's degenerate race. Bestrew the pavement, and no half-picked bones
DOGS SEEK MEDICINAL HERBS. - THE DREAMING HOLXD. To kindle fierce debate, or to disgust That nicer sense on which the sportsman's hope
Others apart, by native instinct led, And all its future triumphs must depend.
Knowing instructor ! 'mong the ranker grass Soon as the growling pack, with eager joy,
Cull each salubrious plant, with bitter juice Have lapped their smoking viands, morn or eve,
Concoctive stored, and potent to allay From the full cistern lead the ductile streams,
Each vicious ferment. Thus the hand divine To wash thy court well paved, nor spare thy pains;
Of Providence, beneficent and kind For much to health will cleanliness avail.
To all His creatures, for the brutes prescribes Seek'st thou for hounds to climb the rocky steep,
A ready remedy, and is himself And brush the entangled covert, whose nice scent
Their great Physician. Now grown stiff with age O'er greasy fallows and frequented roads
And many a painful chase, the wise old hound, Can pick the dubious way? Banish far off
Regardless of the frolic pack, attends Each noisome stench ; let no offensive smell
His master's side, or slumbers at his ease
Beneath the bending shade : there many a ring Invade thy wide enclosure, but admit The nitrous air and purifying breeze.
Runs o'er in dreams ; now on the doubtful soil Water and shade no less demand thy care.
Puzzles perplexed, or doubles intricate, In a large square the adjacent field enclose ;
Cautious unfolds ; then, winged with all his speed,
Bounds o'er the lawn to seize his panting prey, There plant, in equal ranks, the spreading elm, Or fragrant lime ; most happy thy design,
And in imperfect whimpering speaks his joy. If at the bottom of thy spacious court
VARIOUS USES OF DIFFERENT SPECIES OF HOLXDS. - GOOD A large canal, fed by the crystal brook,
POINTS IN A HOUND. From its transparent bosom shall reflect
A different hound for every different chase Thy downward structure and inverted grove. Select with judgment; nor the timorous hare
O'ermatched destroy, but leave that vile offence Breed up with care, strong, heavy, slow, but sure : To the mean, murderous, coursing crew, intent Whose ears, down-hanging from his thick round head, On blood and spoil. O, blast their hopes, just Heaven! Shall sweep the morning dew; whose clanging voice And all their painful drudgeries repay
Awake the mountain echo in her cell, With disappointment and severe remorse.
And shake the forests : the bold Talbot kind But husband thou thy pleasures, and give scope Of these the prime, as white as Alpine snows ; To all her subtle play. By nature led,
And great their use of old. Upon the banks A thousand shifts she tries ; to unravel these Of Tweed, slow-winding through the vale, the seat The industrious beagle twists his waving tail, Of war and rapine once, ere Britons knew Through all her labyrinths pursues, and rings The sweets of peace, or Anna's dread commands Her doleful knell. See then with countenance blithe, | To lasting leagues the haughty rivals awed, And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound There dwelt a pilfering race, well trained and skilled Salutes thee cowering ; his wide-opening nose In all the mysteries of theft, the spoil Upwards he curls : and his large, sloe-black eyes Their only substanco, feuds and war their sport; Melt in soft blandishments and humbled joy : Nor more expert in every fraudful art His glossy skin, or yellow pied, or blue,
The arch felon' was of old, who by the tail In lights or shades by Nature's pencil drawn, Drew back his lowing prize : in vain his wiles, Reflects the various tints ; his rush-grown tail In vain the shelter of the covering rock, O'er his broad back bends in an ample arch : In vain the sooty cloud and ruddy flames On shoulders clean, upright and firm he stands ; That issued from his mouth : for soon he paid His round cat-foot, straight hams, and wide-spread His forfeit lifo ; a debt how justly due thighs,
To wronged Alcides and avenging Heaven ! And his low-drooping chest, confess his speed, Veiled in the shades of night they ford the stream, His strength, his wind, or on the steepy hill, Then prowling far and near, whate'er they seize Or far-extended plain ; in every part
Becomes their prey ; nor flocks nor herds are safe, So well proportioned, that the nicer skill
Nor stalls protect the steer, nor strong-barred doors Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice : - Secure the favorite horse. Soon as the morn Of such compose thy pack. But here a mean Reveals his wrongs, with ghastly visage wan, Observe, nor the large hound prefer, of size
The plundered owner stands, and from his lips Gigantic ; he in the thick-woren covert
A thousand thronging curses burst their way : Painfully tugs, or in the thorny brake,
He calls his stout allies, and in a line
That utters loud his rage, attentive cheers ;
Till, conscious of the recent strains, his heart
Beats quick ; his snuffing nose, his active tail,
Attest his joy ; then with deep-opening mouth, MODEL THE PACK TO UNIFORMITY, LIKE SOLDIERS. As some brave captain, curious and exact,
That makes the welkin tremble, he proclaims By his fixed standard forms in equal ranks
The audacious felon : foot by foot he marks His gay battalion, as one man they move
His winding way, while all the listening crowd Step after step, their size the same, their arms
Applaud his reasonings. O'er the watery ford,
Dry sandy heaths, and stony barren hills,
O’er beaten paths, with men and beasts distained, How regular ! how just ! and all his cares
Unerring he pursues, till at the cot Are well repaid if mighty George approve :
Arrived, and seizing by his guilty throat
The caitiff vile, redeems the captive prey : –
So exquisitely delicate his sense !
CACSES OF SCEXT AND SCENTING.
Should some more curious sportsman here inquire Thy ears offended, and a lagging line
Whence this sagacity, this wondrous power Of babbling curs disgrace thy broken pack.
Of tracing step by step or man or brute ?
What guide invisible points out their way OTTER HOUND ; TALBOT ; ITS USE ON THE SCOTS' BORDER
O'er the dark marsh, bleak hill, and sandy plain ? But if the amphibious otter be thy chase,
The courteous muse shall the dark cause reveal. Or stately stag that o'er the woodland reigns ;
The blood that from the heart incessant rolls Or if the harmonious thunder of the field
In many a crimson tide, then here and there Delight thy ravished ears; the deep-flewed hound
1 Cacus ; see Virgil's Æneid, book viii.
THE MOSS TROOPERS.
BOOKS II., III., AND IV.
In smaller rills disported, as it flows
Of the power of instinct in brutes, Two remarkable in
stances, in the hunting of the rochuck and in the hare going to seat in the morning. Of the variety of seats or forms of the hare, according to the changes of the season, weather, or wind. Description of the hare-hunting in all its parts, interspersed with rules to be observed by those who follow that chase. Transition to the Asiatic way of hunting, particularly the magnificent manner of the Great Mogul, and other Tartarean princes. A short reproof of tyrants and oppressors. Of King Edgar, and the tribute of wolfs' heads he imposed upon Wales. A transition to fox-hunting, which is described in all its parts. Description of a royal stag-chase in Windsor Forest. Address to his majesty, and an eulogy upon mercy.
Otter-hunting. Conclusion in praise of rural life.
SCENT DOES NOT LIE IN STORMY OR EASTERLY WEATHER.
When ruddy streaks At eve forebode a blustering, stormy day, Or lowering clouds blacken the mountain's brow; With nipping frosts, and the keen, biting blasts Of the dry, parching east, menace the trees With tender blossoms teeming ; kindly spare Thy sleeping pack, in their warm beds of straw Low-sinking at their ease ! listless they shrink Into some dark recess, nor hear thy voice, Though oft invoked ; or haply if thy call Rouse
the slumbering tribe with heavy eyes, Glazed, lifeless, dull, downward they drop their tails Inverted : high on their bent backs erect Their pointed bristles stare, or ’mong the tufts Of ranker weeds each stomach-healing plant Curious they crop, sick, spiritless, forlorn. These inauspicious days on other cares Employ thy precious hours ; the improving friend With open arms embrace, and from his lips Glean science, seasoned with good-natured wit : But if the inclement skies and angry Jovo Forbid the pleasing intercourse, thy books Invite thy ready hand; each sacred page Rich with the wise remarks of heroes old : Converse familiar with the illustrious dead ; With great examples of old Greece or Rome Enlarge thy free-born heart, and bless kind Heaven That Britain yet enjoys dear liberty, That balm of life, that sweetest blessing, cheap, Though purchased with our blood. Well-bred, polite, Credit thy calling. See ! how mean, how low, The bookless, sauntering youth, proud of the skut That dignifies his cap, his flourished belt, And rusty couples jingling by his side ! Be thou of other mould ; and know that such Transporting pleasures were by Heaven ordained Wisdom's relief, and Virtue's great reward.
INSTINCT ; THAT OF THE ROEBUCK AND HARE. Nor will it less delight the attentive sage To observe that instinct which unerring guides The brutal race, which mimics reason's lore, And oft transcends. Heaven-taught, the roebuck Loiters at ease before the driving pack, (swift And mocks their vain pursuit, nor far he flies : But checks his ardor, till the steaming scent That freshens on the blade provokes their rage. Urged to their speed, his weak, deluded foes Soon flag fatigued ; strained to excess, each
nerve, Each slackened sinew, fails : they pant, they foam : Then o'er the lawn he bounds, o'er the high hills Stretches secure, and leaves the scattered crowd To puzzle in the distant vale below.
'Tis instinct that directs the jealous hare To choose her soft abode. With step reversed She forms the doubling maze ; then, ere the morn Peeps through the clouds, leaps to her close recess.
As wandering shepherds on the Arabian plains No settled residence observe, but shift Their moving camp ; now on some cooler hill, With cedars crowned, court the refreshing breeze ; And then below, where trickling streams distil From some penurious source, their thirst allay, And feed their fainting flocks : so the wise hares Oft quit their seats, lest some more curious eye Should mark their baunts, and by dark treacherous
wiles Plot their destruction ; or perchance in hopes Of plenteous forage, near the ranker mead Or matted blade wary and close they sit. When Spring shines forth, season of love and joy, In the moist marsh, 'mong beds of rushes bid, They cool their boiling blood. When Summer suns Bake the clift earth, to thick wide-waving fields Of corn full-grown they lead their helpless young ; But when Autumnal torrents and fierce rains Deluge the vale, in the dry, crumbling bank Their forms they delve, and cautiously avoid The dripping covert : yet when Winter's cold Their limbs benumbs, thither with speed returned, In the long grass they skulk, or shrinking creep Among the withered leaves : thus changing still As fancy prompts them, or as food invites.
But every season carefully observed,
The tumult raised within their little breasts,
WHIPPING IN ; THROWING OFF THE PACK ; PUTTING THEM ON
THE SCENT ; THEY OPEN IN FULL CRY.- GENERAL EXCITEMENT OF THE CHASE ; SCHOOL-BOY, TRAVELLER, PLOUGHMAN, SHEPHERD, VILLAGERS.
HARE-HUNTING; AUTUMNAL PLENTY AND CHEER ; CLASSIC
GAMES ; THE DAWN ; PREPARATIONS. Now golden Autumn from her open lap Her fragrant bounties showers ; the fields are shorn: Inwardly smiling, the proud farmer views The rising pyramids that grace his yard, And counts his large increaso : his barns are stored; And groaning staddles bend beneath their load. All now is free as air, and the gay pack In the rough, bristly stubble range unblamed. No widow's tears o'erflow, no secret curse Swells in the farmer's breast, which his pale lips Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord awed ; But courteous now he levels every fence, Joins in the common cry, and halloos loud, Charmed with the rattling thunder of the field.
O bear me, some kind power invisible ! To that extended lawn, where the View the swift racers stretching to the goal ; Games more renowned, and a far nobler train, Than proud Elean field could boast of old ; 0, were a Theban lyre not wanting here, And Pindar's voice, to do their merit right! [eye,
Or to those spacious plains' where the strained In the wide prospect lost, beholds at last Sarum's proud spire,2 that o'er the hills ascends, And pierces through the clouds : or to thy downs, Fair Cotswold! where the well-breathed beagle
climbs, With matchless speed, thy green, aspiring brow, And leaves the lagging multitude behind.
Hail, gentle Dawn ! mild blushing goddess, hail ! Rejoiced I see thy purple mantle spread O'er half the skies ; gems pave thy radiant way, And orient pearls from every shrub depend.
Farewell, Cleora ! here, deep sunk in down, Slumber secure, with happy dreams amused, Till grateful steams shall tempt thee to receive Thy early meal ; or thy officious maids, The toilet placed, shall urge thee to perform The important work. Me other joys invite ; The horn sonorous calls, the pack awaked Their matins chant, nor brook my long delay; My courser hears their voice : see there! with ears And tail erect, neighing he paws the ground; Fierce rapture kindles in his reddening eyes, And boils in every vein. As captive boys, Cowed by the ruling rod and haughty frowns Of pedagogues severe, from their hard tasks If once dismissed, no limits can contain
Huntsman ! lead on; behind the clustering pack Submiss attend, hear with respect thy whip Loud clanging, and thy harsher voice obey. Spare not the straggling cur that wildly roves, But let thy brisk assistant on his back Imprint shy just resentment ; let each lash Bite to the quick, till howling he return, And whining creep among the trembling crowd.
Ilere on thy verdant spot where Nature kind With double blessings crowns the farmer's hopes, Where flowers autumnal spring, and the rank mead Affords the wandering hares a rich repast, Throw off thy ready pack. See where they spread, And range around, and dash the glittering dew! If some staunch hound, with his authentic voice, Avow the recent trail, the jostling tribe Attend his call, then with one mutual cry The welcome news confirm, and echoing hills Repeat the pleasing tale. See how they thread The brakes, and up yon furrow drive along ! But quick they back recoil, and wisely check Their eager haste ; then o'er the fallowed ground How leisurely they work, and many a pause The harmonious concert breaks ; till, more assured, With joy redoubled the low valleys ring. What artful labyrinths perplex their way! [doubts
Ah! there she lies ; how close ! she pants, she If now she lives : she trembles as she sits, With horror seized. The withered grass that clings Around her head, of the same russet hue, Almost deceived my sight, had not her eyes, With life full beaming, her vain wiles betrayed.
At distance draw thy pack ; let all be hushed ; No clamor loud, no frantic joy, be heard ; Lest the wild hound run gadding o'er the plain Untractable, nor hear thy chiding voice. Now gently put her off ; see how direct [bring To her known mew she flies! Here, huntsman, (But without hurry) all thy jolly hounds, And calmly lay them in. How low they stoop And seem to plough the ground ! then all at once With greedy nostrils snuff the fuming steam [loose That glads their fluttering hearts. As winds let
1 2 Salisbury Cathedral ; - Stonehenge is on Salisbury Plain.
From the dark caverns of the blustering god, But hold — I see her from the covert break;
And how to 'scape the fierce, blood-thirsty crew
As now in louder peals the loaded winds More fleet, the verdant carpet skim! Thick clouds Bring on the gathering storm, her fears prevail, Snorting they breathe, their shining hoofs scarce And o'er the plain, and o'er the mountain's ridge, The grass unbruised ; with emulation fired, (print Away she flies ; nor ships with wind and tide, They strain to lead the field, top the barred gate, And all their canvas wings, scud half so fast. O’er the deep ditch exulting bound, and brush Once more, ye jovial train ! your courage try, The thorny-twining hedge : the riders bend
And each clean courser's speed. We scour along
Huntsman ! her gait observe ; if in wide rings Painfully panting, there we breathe a while ;
Happy the man, who, with unrivalled speed,
To guide the dubious scent ; how giddy youth Ah, never to return ! for greedy Death
Oft blabbering errs, by wiser age reproved ; Hovering exults, secure to seize his prey. [oaks How, niggard of his strength, the wise old hound
Hark! from yon covert, where those towering Hangs in the rear, till some important point Above the humble copse aspiring rise,
Rouse all his diligence, or till the chase What glorious triumphs burst in every gale
Sinking he finds ; then to the head he springs, Upon our ravished ears! The hunter's shout, With thirst of glory fired, and wins the prize. The clanging horns swell their full-winding notes, Huntsman ! take heed ; they stop in full career ; The pack wide-opening load the trembling air Yon crowding flocks, that at a distance gaze, With various melody ; from tree to tree
Have haply foiled the turf. See that old hound, The propagated cry redoubling bounds ;
How busily he works, but dares not trust And wingéd zephyrs waft the floating joy
His doubtful sense! Draw yet a wider ring. Through all the regions near. Afflictive birch Hark! now again the chorus fills ; as bells, No more the school-boy dreads; his prison broke, Sallied a while, at once their peal renew, Scampering he flies, nor heeds his master's call.
And high in air the tuneful thunder rolls. The weary traveller forgets his road,
See how they toss, with animated rage And climbs the adjacent hill. The ploughman leaves Recovering all they lost! That eager haste The unfinished furrow ; nor his bleating flocks Some doubling wile foreshows. Ah ! yet once more Are now the shepherd's joy. Men, boys, and girls, They're checked
hold back with speed - on Desert the unpeopled village ; and wild crowds
either hand Spread o'er the plain, by the sweet frenzy seized. They flourish round — e'en yet persist – 't is right:
Away they spring ; the rustling stubble bends SHIFTS OF THE HARE ; KILLED AT LAST ; ORPHEUS ; THE HOUNDS' PERQUISITE.
Beneath the driving storm. Now the poor chase Look how she pants ! and o'er yon opening glade Begins to flag, to her last shifts reduced. Slips glancing by : while at the further end
From brake to brake she flies, and visits all [secure The puzzling pack unravel, wile by wile,
Her well-known haunts, where once she ranged Maze within maze. The covert's utmost bound With love and plenty blest. See ! there she goes ; Slyly she skirts ; behind them cautious creeps, She reels along, and by her gait betrays And in that very track so lately stained
Her inward weakness. See how black she looks ! By all the steaming crowd, seems to pursue
The sweat that clogs the obstructed pores scarce The foe she flies. Let cavillers deny
A languid scent. And now in open view (leaves That brutes have reason ; sure 't is something more ; See ! sce! she flies ; each eager hound exerts 'Tis Heaven directs, and stratagems inspires His utmost speed, and stretches every nerve. Beyond the short extent of human thought.
How quick she turns, their gaping jaws eludes,