Then as we trudge home, we pass Master Swaddle, Whipping Pastime before him, and carrying the saddle; Good people, says he, do you think he will die ? Now I've bled him myself in his mouth and his thigh. CHORUS. With Jack's here they went, &c. Now let's to this Alehouse, says Dick, for a while, And drink our old Maister, in a cup of the mild; And as we sit boosing it over the Fire, Drink long life, health, riches, and sport to the Squire. NEW PARODY OF SHAKESPEARE. Thunt, or not to hunt? that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler for the Squire to lavish On steeds and grooms his overflowing fortune, Or take up arms against his country's foes; And, by opposing, rout them? To hunt -to ride No more-and by that exercise to feel We end the head-ach, nervous peevish humours, That Study's heir to: 'tis diversion Most healthy to be used. To hunt-to ride To ride? perchance to fall--aye! there's the danger: For, in the chace, what hair-breadth 'scapes may come, When we have shuffl'd off these overalls, And thrown from cover, never give us * In France, a professed Cook is always called a Cordon bleu, from being the most distinguished. THE OR MONTHLY CALENDAR OF THE TRANSACTIONS OF THE TURF, THE CHASE, And every other DIVERSION interesting to the MAN OF PLEASURE, ENTERPRISE, AND SPIRIT. I. A Portrait of Young Patrician.-II. An Etching of the Hyde Park Disaster. LONDON: PRINTED FOR THE PROPRIETORS, BY W. M'Dowall, Pemberton Row, Gough Square. AND SOLD BY J. WHEBLE, 18, WARWICK SQUARE; C. CHAPPLE, 66, PALL MALL; J. BOOTH, DUKE STREET PORTLAND PLACE; JOHN HILTON, NEWMARKET; AND BY ALL THE BOOKS ELLERS IN TOWN AND COUNTRY. TO CORRESPONDENTS. A Fair Sportsman of Shropshire, in answer to Philostatus, on the impropriety of Hare hunting, in our next. Our old Friend A. B. of Castle Heddingham, will perceive his appropriate Communication on the Cruelty of Close-Docking Horses, in our present Number. J. J. B.'s ingenious Extract relative to the excellence of the Asses in Egypt, in our following Number. The Interesting Historical Sketch of the Town of Newmarket, from that popular work, "The Beauties of Great Britain," was only prevented from insertion this month, by an unforeseen influx of matter. The particulars of Mr. Knight the Huntsman, not come to hand yet. |