. All round sport : with fish, fur, & feather ; adventures on the turf and the road, in the hunting and cricket fields, yachting courses, links, and curling ponds . s. Wesee little of the scenery now from the railway carriage windows,for no man can properly appreciate scenery hurriedly, and with-out its own music—the notes of wild birds, the hum of the beeor even the chirping of the hedge-mouse. In the days of oldthere was time for one to feast his eyes at leisure on the lovelyviews that every turn revealed, while the guard raised echoes inthe wooded glens from bank to bank ; and, if there was
. All round sport : with fish, fur, & feather ; adventures on the turf and the road, in the hunting and cricket fields, yachting courses, links, and curling ponds . s. Wesee little of the scenery now from the railway carriage windows,for no man can properly appreciate scenery hurriedly, and with-out its own music—the notes of wild birds, the hum of the beeor even the chirping of the hedge-mouse. In the days of oldthere was time for one to feast his eyes at leisure on the lovelyviews that every turn revealed, while the guard raised echoes inthe wooded glens from bank to bank ; and, if there was a littlediscomfort at times from boisterous weather, it was alwayscheerily borne. In fact, most men have happy reminiscences ofthe time when, like Tony Lumpkin, a man was appreciated whocould wind the straight horn—the good old times—• THE COACHING DAYS. You have the whistles starding scream, We had the guards sweet winding horn,The lake, the lone meandering stream, The waving hay, the yellow iron horse may snorting hiss— We had the gallant horse tl a neighs;Ah ! gone are now those hours of bliss—? The olden times, the Coaching h> >\{^f^l:t^ ? ] ^ \r-. Ill Highland Quarters. 169 Twas then unto the freshening breeze The hawthorn sweet its scent did yieldAs on we sped, neath waving trees, Past meadow green or golden us the reaper raised a cheer, For us the wild birds tuned their ! Gone are now those pleasures dear Of olden times—the Coaching Days. Does woodbine still the roads twine oer. As oft it twined in Yorkshire dells ?Do heath-bells bloom as oft of yore They bloomed full bright on Scottish fells ?Ah ! Many a flower we gathered there For loving smile or eyes bright gone the hours, the flowers, the fair, The golden times of Coaching Days. But love in haste, it soon grows cold ; Tis not from speed we gather travels fast will soon grow old, Een though in years he be a let us sing of grey, and roan,
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