Related article: The games which 1 have just
described were for children only,
and from the time of Edward III.
every young man of sixteen had
to give them up, so that he might
qualify himself at the archery
butts for the honour of carrying
twelve French lives in his quiver.
The other sex, too, at least as
early as the fourteenth century,
enjoyed the fine exercise of the
bow, to the injury of rabbits,
small birds, and the royal deer.
Foremost among the Di Vernons
of a later time stands Queen
Elizabeth, whom we know as an
excellent archer and a plucky
rider in the Cheap Antabuse chase. Then one
may call special attention to the
Lady Catherine Howard, Lord
Berkeley's first wife, who was
" soe good an archer at butts with
the long bow, as her side Purchase Antabuse Online by her
was never the weaker." As a
rule, also, she kept " a cast or
two of merlins, which sometimes
she mewed in her own chamber,"
and this " fancy cost her husband,
every year, one or two gowns or
kirtles, spoyled by the birds'
' mutings.' "
Last of all, Englishwomen have
every reason to be proud of the
fact that our first printed book on Buy Antabuse Online
field sports was compiled by a
lady, Juliana Berners by name,
who lived and died in the fif-
teenth century. It is of her and of
her famous volume that I purpose
to speak next month. Mean-
while, by way of bringing this
article to a close, let me remind
you that in recent years our
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national sporting passion has done they need a long sea voyage, the
more for the gentler sex than bicycle has restored to the fair
have all " the women reformers " that out-of-door liberty and exer-
put together. Buy Antabuse Indeed, while these cise against which even Addison
poor feverish enthusiasts have protested,
been convincing us how urgently Walter Shaw Sparrow.
The Grey Fox of Rubers Law.
We roused a dog-fox from his lair on the Law, Purchase Antabuse
As he stole down the rugged hill side,
Thro' the heather and boulders I thought I saw
We were in that day for a ride.
I marked his grey back and his sharp-pointed nose,
And his long body limber and lean,
So supple all over from shoulder to toes,
And the best brush that ever was Generic Antabuse seen.
He broke from the bracken, and halted the while
That he took to the rear one quick glance,
I said to " Tom Scott," who agreed with a smile,
" That chap means to lead us a dance."
For light as a lapwing flits over a lea,
Or a swallow skims over a pool,
And straight as a dart or Order Antabuse the home-going bee
Did that grey fox slip down to the Rule.
But " Woodman " had winded the spot where he lay, Antabuse Online
And he soon told the pack of his find,
Nor holloa nor horn did they wait for that day
As they sped down the slope like the wind.
And " Regent " and " Marmion " raced for the lead, j
While the pack threw their tongues like church bells, j
'Twas clear that the hound had the heels of the steed '
As we splashed thro* the ford above Wells. \
On Bedrule the pace was increased to the height — ! Order Antabuse Online
'Twas a hot burning scent without doubt,
We thrust down the hill, holding hard, sitting tight, i
From Swinnie farm-house came a shout. I
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For "Dick o' the Swinnie " had heard the hounds cry,
And he straightway stopped threshing his corn,
He seized his old mare who was grazing close by,
And was screaming as loud as the horn.
They ran past the Blackaburn earths which were Buy Cheap Antabuse stopped,
And we lost them awhile in the dip,
Then heard them before us again as we popped
In and out of the Bairnkin strip.
They flew on as fast as a flight of blue rocks,
Nor needed nor wanted to stoop,
They drove on the line of that Rubers Law fox
As a hawk at a linnet will swoop.
Forrard on, forrard on ; hark ! forrard away,
Up to Caradice fast they were led
By " Pirate" and " Pilgrim " — no skirters that day ;
They dashed into and over the Jed.
They pushed thro* the Corisheugh Woods to the Flat
Hunting hard, and from there drove across
The road, where a stone-breaker held up his hat,
And they wheeled sharp in Scraesburgh Moss.
They wavered a moment on ground stained by sheep,
While the flock were drawn up in alarm,
The cottagers viewed him all stealthily creep
Thro' a hedge behind Jim Johnstone's farm.
Only two fields in front— dead beat — he was burst !
Hounds were gaining at every stride,
He struggled on game to the end, but he durst
Not venture to make Birkenside.
We rode on and whooped with the last of our breath,
In the bank what a great sight we saw ;
For there, beside Marmion, all stiff in death,
Lay that grand old grey fox of the Law.
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