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Change Alley bears to speculate,
As usual, for a fall;

And green and scarlet runners, such
As never climbed a wall!

'Twas strange to think what difference

A single creature made

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A single stag had caused a whole
Stagnation in their trade.

Now Huggins from his saddle rose,
And in the stirrups stood;
And lo! a little cart that came
Hard by a little wood.

In shape like half a hearse-though not
For corpses in the least;

For this contained the deer alive,

And not the dear deceased!

And now began a sudden stir,
And then a sudden shout,
The prison doors were opened wide,
And Robin bounded out!

His antlered head shone blue and red,
Bedecked with ribbons fine;
Like other bucks that comes to 'list
The hawbucks in the line.

One curious gaze of mild amaze,
He turned and shortly took :
Then gently ran adown the mead,
And bounded o'er the brook.

Now Huggins, standing far aloof,
Had never seen the deer,

Till all at once he saw the beast
Come charging in his rear.

Away he went, and many a score
Of riders did the same,

On horse and ass-like high and low
And Jack pursuing game!

Good lord! to see the riders now,
Thrown off with sudden whirl,
A score within the purling brook,
Enjoyed their "early purl."

A score were sprawling on the grass,
And beavers fell in showers;
There was another Floorer there,
Beside the Queen of Flowers!

Some lost their stirrups, some their whips, Some had no caps to show;

But few, like Charles at Charing Cross,

Rode on in Statue quo.

"O dear! O dear!" now might you hear, "I've surely broke a bone;" "My head is sore"-with many more Such speeches from the thrown.

Howbeit their wailings never moved
The wide Satanic clan,

Who grinned, as once the Devil grinned,
To see the fall of Man.

And hunters good, that understood,
Their laughter knew no bounds,
To see the horses "throwing off,"
So long before the hounds.

For deer must have due course of law,
Like men the Courts among;
Before those Barristers the dogs
Proceed to "giving tongue."

But now Old Robin's foes were set
That fatal taint to find,
That always is scent after him,
Yet always left behind.

And here observe how dog and man
A different temper shows:
What hound resents that he is sent
To follow his own nose?

Towler and Jowler-howlers all,
No single tongue was mute;
The stag had led a hart, and lo!
The whole pack followed suit.

No spur he lacked; fear stuck a knife
And fork in either haunch;

And every dog he knew had got
An eye-tooth to his paunch!

Away, away! he scudded like
A ship before the gale;

Now flew to "hills we know not of,"

Now, nun-like, took the vale.

Another squadron charging now,
Went off at furious pitch;-
A perfect Tam O'Shanter mob,
Without a single witch.

But who was he with flying skirts,
A hunter did endorse,
And, like a poet, seemed to ride
Upon a winged horse?

A whipper-in? no whipper-in:
A huntsman ? no such soul:
A connoisseur, or amateur?
Why, yes-a Horse Patrole.

A member of police, for whom
The county found a nag,
And, like Acteon in the tale,
He found himself in stag!

Away they went, then, dog and deer,
And hunters all away;

The maddest horses never knew
Mad staggers such as they!

Some gave a shout, some rolled about, And anticked as they rode;

And butchers whistled on their curs, And milkmen tally-ho'd !

About two score there were, and more,

That gallopped in the race;

The rest, alas! lay on the grass,
As once in Chevy Chase!

But even those that gallopped on
Were fewer every minute;

The field kept getting more select,
Each thicket served to thin it.

For some pulled up, and left the hunt,
Some fell in miry bogs,

And vainly rose and "ran a muck,'
To overtake the dogs.

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And some, in charging hurdle stakes,
Were left bereft of sense;

What else could be premised of blades.
That never learned to fence?

But Roundings, Tom and Bob, no gate,
Nor hedge, nor ditch could stay;
O'er all they went, and did the work
Of leap-years in a day!

And by their side see Huggins ride,
As fast as he could speed;
For, like Mazeppa, he was quite
At mercy of his steed.

No means he had, by timely check,
The gallop to remit,

For firm and fast, between his teeth,

The biter held the bitt.

Trees raced along, all Essex fled

Beneath him as he sate;

He never saw a county go

At such a county rate!

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