Grace Clarke Newton

“ A visit to these is a part of the Game;
’Tis a wise M. F. H. knows each couple by name,
But when they know him they say strong men have wept.
L is for “Larking” to try out a colt;
How lightly he leaps from the paddock or pen,
But, once on his back it’s a question of when
He will lie down or roll on you, buck, jump or bolt.
A Few of the Right Sort
M is the Merriment seen on each face,
At the rumor some hunting man offers to sell
“The pick of the stable, because he can’t tell
If he’s going abroad for a season to race.” ”

“ To the heart of the Sportsman who’s riding a skate,
Who thinks there is no one to open the gate
And fails to observe that the Vicar stands near.
John R. Townsend, Esq., M. F. H.—Orange Co. Hunt (on Greek Dollar)
E is your Epitaph, writ by a wag,
Which reached you by post on your first hunting morn;
“Hic jacet! He hoped to be pride of the Quorn
But died of sheer fright ere he rode in one drag.”
F is the Fence “made of stout posts and rails
Five feet”! You “sailed over it riding the grey” ”

“ There’ll be no more runs till the Spring of the year.” And here ends this volume of A HUNTING ALPHABET, by Grace Clarke Newton, of which 262 copies only have been printed by Redfield-Kendrick-Odell Co., Inc., New York, and the type distributed, in this year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and seventeen. ”