Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet,-perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!

And finds, with keen, discriminating sight, Black 's not so black,-nor white so very white.

No, here 's to the pilot that weathered the storm!

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.