SPORTINO SONeS. Hark! the horr? bring roll horse, see, the?'? ?ad? sta?, Tally ?! at the dawning of THE HUN?S?N. T?z m?n ? the ea? ti? the mediains with .? the meadows all spangled with dew-dro? ?hold; The lark's early marin proclaims the new day, ?d the hera's cheerf? stamens rebukes our delay: . WJth'the sports of the field there's no pleas?e can ?e, While jocund we follow the hounds in ?ll cry. Let the drud? of the town make riches h? ?d the slave of the state hunt the smiles of the cou? Nor care nor ambition our patience annoy, But inno?n? still gives ? zeal to our joy. With the s?s, &q. Mank?d a? all hunte? in various de?ee; The priest h?ts a living, the lawyer a fee; The doctor a pati?t, the co,tier a place, Though o?en, l?e us, they're flung out with dis?a? . With the s?rts, &? The tit hunts a plum, the soldier hvnts fame; ?e ?et a dinner, the patriot a name; And the artful coquette, .though she seems to refu?, ?et, ? spite of her ai?, she her lover pu?ues. With the spo?s, ?c. ?t the bo]? an? the b?v hunt glory and wealth, All the ble?ng we a?, is the ble?ng of health; With hounds and with ho?, through the wetlands to rOR? ?d when tired abwad, ?d contentment at home. . With the s?, &? 6
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