When publishing time should be over and cease,
And my frame, like that Artist’s, shall slumber in peace.
Punch, Volume 2, 1842.
An Oxford Parody. On Hunting.
There is not in the wide world a country so sweet,
As the valley renown’d where “the Heythrop” pack meet;
Oh! the last dreams of hunting and hounds shall depart,
Ere the runs I’ve there witness’d shall fade from my heart.
Yet it was not that nature had here laid the scene,