IN THE ODDITIES .

The morning breaks,
Those ruddy streaks
Proclaim the opening day,
With glowing health,
The sportsman's wealth,
Away boys, come away.

The mellow horn
On the still morn
Pours sounds which echo mocks,
While following bound
Man, horse, and hound,
T'unearth the wily fox.

Hark echo mocks
The winding horn,
That on the expanded wing of morn,
Though sweet the sound in dreadful yell,
Tolls out a knell
To the devoted fox.

II

Now off he's thrown,
The day's our own,
See yonder where he takes;
To cheat our eyes,
In vain he tries
The rivers and the brakes.

The mellow horn
Breaks on the morn,
And leads o'er hills and rocks;
While following bound
Man, horse, and hound,
T' entrap the wily fox.

Hark echo mocks, &c.

III

Now, now he's seiz'd,
The dogs well pleas'd
Behold his eye-balls roll;
He yields his breath,
And from his death
Is born the flowing bowl.

The mellow horn
That through the morn
Led over hills and rocks,
Now sounds a call
To see the fall
Of the expiring fox.