The "mort" is sounded by four green velvet-coated huntsmen, with horns wound round their bodies; a beautiful brush presented to the lady who was first up at the "take"; and then the field slowly disperse. Tally Ho-Yoicks! all is over for the day. * * * * * [Illustration: MANNERS IN THE FIELD Always be prepared to give the lead to a lady, even at some little personal inconvenience.] * * * * * [Illustration: THE PLEASURES OF HUNTING Having been cannoned and nearly brought down, to be asked if you are trying the American seat.] * * * * * [Illustration: HUNTING SKETCH The Cast Shoe, or Late for the Meat.] * * * * * [Illustration: A KINDLY VIEW OF IT _First Rustic_ (_to Second Ditto_). "Oh, I say! Ain't he fond of his horse!"] * * * * * [Illustration: _M.F.H._ "Hold hard! Hold hard, please!! Where _are_ you going with that brute?" _Diana_ (_plaintively_). "I wish I knew!"] * * * * * THE LAST DAY OF HUNTING (_Stanzas for the First of April_) Right day to bid a long farewell To the field's gladsome glee; To hang the crop upon its peg, The saddle on its tree. All Fools' the day, all Fools' the deed, That hunting's end doth bring-- With all those stinking violets, And humbug of the Spring! Good-bye to pig-skin and to pink, Good-bye to hound and horse! The whimpering music sudden heard From cover-copse and gorse; The feathering stems, the sweeping ears, The heads to scent laid low, The find, the burst, the "Gone-away!" The rattling "Tally-ho!" My horses may eat off their heads, My huntsman eat his heart; My hounds may dream of kills and runs In which they've borne their part, Until the season's bore is done, And Parliament set free, And cub-hunting comes back again To make a man of me! * * * * * [Illustration: "A-HUNTING WE WILL GO!" _Lady._ "You're dropping your fish!" _Irish Fish Hawker_ (_riding hard_). "Och, bad luck to thim! Niver moind. Sure we're kapin' up wid the gentry!"] * * * * * [Illustration: JUMPING POWDER (_Mr. Twentystun having a nip on his way to covert_) _Small Boy._ "Oh my, Billy, 'ere's a heighty-ton gun a chargin' of 'isself afore goin' into haction!"] * * * * * [Illustration: DRAWN BLANK _Huntsman._ "How is it you never have any foxes here now?" _Keeper_ (_who has orders to shoot them_). "Pheasants have eat 'em all!"] * * * * * THE ADVANTAGE OF EDUCATION _M.F.H._ (_who has had occasion to reprimand hard-riding Stranger_). "I'm afraid I used rather strong language to you just now." _Stranger._ "Strong language? A mere _twitter_, sir. You should hear _our_ Master!"