Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . iners, who smother their meanin (if they have any)in words. If Ive read Peter once, Ive read him a hundred times,and yet I finds somethin fresh to admire every time. Wernor andHood, Birchin Lane, published this edition in 1796 ; and on thetitle-page is pasted a hextract from a newspaper that would adorn amonument. * Monday, 8th March, 1811, at his seat, Stapleton, inDorsetshire, Peter Beckford, Esq., aged 70. Mr. Beckford was acelebrated fox-unter, and hauthor of Letters on unting. Theresan inscription for a marble monument! Multum in parvo, asPomponius Eg
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . iners, who smother their meanin (if they have any)in words. If Ive read Peter once, Ive read him a hundred times,and yet I finds somethin fresh to admire every time. Wernor andHood, Birchin Lane, published this edition in 1796 ; and on thetitle-page is pasted a hextract from a newspaper that would adorn amonument. * Monday, 8th March, 1811, at his seat, Stapleton, inDorsetshire, Peter Beckford, Esq., aged 70. Mr. Beckford was acelebrated fox-unter, and hauthor of Letters on unting. Theresan inscription for a marble monument! Multum in parvo, asPomponius Ego would say. Blow me tight ! but I never looks at BillyBeckford supplicatin the king on his marble monument in Guildhall,but I exclaims, Shake Billy from his pedestal ami set up Peter 1^Hisses and applause.; OR, MB. JOBBOCKSS HUNT. 261 I once wrote my epitaph, and it was werry short,— Hie jacet Jorrocks, was all wot I said ; but the unlettered untsman, or maybe ,might pass me by, jest as he would a dead emperor. Far different. AH ! its talli-ho back ! would it be should this note follow,— Mr. J. was a celebrated fox-unter, and lectorer upon unting. Then would the saunterin sports-man pause as he passed, and drop a tribute to the memory of one wholoved the chase so well. But Im gettin prosaic and off the us ark back into cover ! The chase, I sings ! Lets see. We had jest found our fox. Well, then, lets at Peter again, for 262 EANDLEY CROSS; theres no one boils one hup into a gallop like him. Heres adescription of the thief o the world afore he breaks. Mr. Jorrockereads :— Mark ow he runs the covers hutmost limits, yet dares notwentur forth ; the ounds are still too near ! That check is lucky 1Now, if our frinds ead him not, he will soon be off! Talli-ho !- screamed Mr. Jorrocks, at the top of his voice. Dash my vig, thats the cry 1 continued he, holding his hand inthe air. See ow pale the genleman in light scarlet and bishopsboots is turnin, and how delighte
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