XXXV.

Such were his trophies--not of spear and shield, But leaps, and bursts, and sometimes foxes' brushes; Yet I must own,--although in this I yield To patriot sympathy a Briton's blushes,-- He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield, Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes, And what not, though he rode beyond all price. Asked next day, "If men ever hunted _twice_?"[mx][712]