V1ll DEDICATION.

your race celebrate as a hero, one Hector, a timid
biped, who, after a miserable run round the walls
of Troy, suffered himself to be overtaken and
killed by a single opponent!

Such, my Lord, is the justice of historic fame
in this world, wherein thousands of men have
written ; whilst I alone of my tribe have been
endowed with the power of thus using the quills
of that excellent bird, which has been for cen-
turies the favourite object of pursuit amongst the
brave and skilful of my race.

However determined [ still may be to trespass
upon your Lordship’s preserves, I will do so no
longer upon your time. Our walks in life are
different ; *tis yours to ride, ’tis mine to run ; “tis
yours to pursue, ’tis mine to be pursued: we
shall meet again in the field, the horn will sound
the alarum, my appearance will be greeted with
a view-halloo, that shall set the blood of hundreds
in motion! Whether after that day of trial I
shall again sit amongst my listening cubs, and
relate to them how many peers, parsons, and

squires lay prostrate on the turf, and were soused