THE LIFE OF A FOX. 109

To dwell and spend his rents among

The country folk from whom they sprung ;

And should his steed with trampling feet

Be urged across your tender wheat,

That steed, perchance, by you was bred,

And yours the corn by which he’s fed,

Ah ! then restrain your rising ire,

Nor rashly curse the hunting squire.” — Warburton.

“So, Devonian, tell us thy history, for me-
thinks ’twill be something strange.”