The Works of Thomas Hood; Vol. 02 (of 11): Comic and Serious, in Prose and Verse, With All the Original IllustrationsHood, Thomas
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The Works of Thomas Hood; Vol. 02 (of 11): Comic and Serious, in Prose and Verse, With All the Original Illustrations
Hood, Thomas
English poetry -- 19th century; English wit and humor; Humorous poetry, English
As for Hunting, I shall never take a fence at it agen, altho I sumtims
Ride to cover on the old Gray, wich is now be come quite Wite. The last
tim I went out, we dru Hazelmere copses down to Broxley wood; then
we dru Broxley wood over to Fox thorp; then we dru Fox thorp over to
Middle ford, and then we dru Middle ford, in short, it was all drawing
and no painting for want of a brush.
Sir William Chase coming to be his father’s hare, he set up a coarsing
club, but being short of long dogs, and there hairs falling of, it was
obleged to discourse, and is now turned into a conversasiony.
In regard to shuting, I have never dun anny thing Since percussion
Captiousness cum up, wich I am Told they are sharper then Flints. The
last hare I kild was 2 long ears ago, and the Last fezzant, But there’s
a long tail belonging to that, wich you shall have when you cum over,
as I hop you wil, with your Horse’s; I have good entertainment for
boath, as the french Say, at my table D’ oats. The lads go out after
Burds now and then, but I seldum cum at the rites of there shuting--you
kno
Wat is Hits is Histery,
But what is mist is mistery.
[Illustration: WHICH WAY DID THE FOX GO?]
Talking of shuting, hav you seen Ubbard’s new guns like wauking
sticks--there a cappital defence agin cappital offences; as you may
ether stick a feller or Shute him; or boath together. I wish farmer
Gale had carrid one last friday, for he was Rob’d cuming from markit by
a foot paddy Irish man, that knockd him down to make him Stand. Luckly
he had nothing on him when Stopd but sum notes of the Barnsby bank that
had bin stopd the weak afore.
In the fishing line I am quite Dead bait, tho I have had manny a Good
run in my tim, Partickler when the keeper spide me out were I hadent
got Leaf. The last tim I went I could hardly un do my rod for roomatiz
in my joints, and I got the Lumbago verry bad wen I cum back, and its
atax I doant like. Beside wich I found very Little big fish on a count
of the pochers, who Kil em al in colde blood. I used sumtims to float
and sumtims to fli, but our waters is so over fished theres no fish to
be had, and as I am very musicle, I dont like trolling without a catch,
the last jack I caut was with my boot, and was only a foot long.
[Illustration: FLY FISHING.]
As for raceing, I never cared much a bout it, and in regard of betting,
I am Better with out it, tho I al ways take the feeld wen I am Able,
and suport the Farmer’s Plate with al my Mite.
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