92 Memoir of George Montagu. 
tablet in the parish church of Lacock, and inscribed it with a 
touching epitaph, written by himself, in commemoration of the 
son’s worth and the father’s regret. The untimely loss of this 
much-loved son threw a shade over the brief remaining period of 
his life. 
In June, 1815, the Colonel had the misfortune to tread upon & 
rusty nail, which pierced his foot and produced a wound; lock-jaw 
was the result, and this terminated his life at Knowle, on the 20th 
of the same month, in.the sixty-first year of his age. He bore his 
sufferings, which, though of short duration were extremely severe, 
not only with the equanimity of a Philosopher, but with the 
fortitude and resignation of a real Christian. 
His old and attached friend, the Rev. R. Vaughan of Modbury, 
who was at his bedside during his last illness, having asked him 
where he would wish to be buried, his characteristic reply was 
“where the tree falls there let it lie.” He had always a great 
aversion tojany thing like pomp and parade in the ordinary routine 
of life, and especially in the performance of the last solemn rites. 
His remains were therefore interred in an unostentatious manner, 
agreeably to his own request, in the churchyard of the parish in 
which he breathed his last. 
Although of ancient and honourable descent, Colonel Montagu 
was entirely free from all family pride, and utterly disregarded 
the pretensions of those who founded their title to respect, less upon 
their own individual claims, than upon the merits of ancestors long 
departed. To his favourite pursuits he never adverted in conver- 
sation, unless the subject was introduced by others. In general 
society, his topics were as diversified as the company, and it was 
remarked by those who knew him well, that it was impossible to 
gather from his ordinary discourse (in a high degree both instructive 
and entertaining) on what subject he excelled the most. He was 
remarkably punctual in his engagements, and just and upright in 
all the transactions of life. When he had once made a promise he 
did not allow himself to rest until he had duly performed it. His 
loss was greatly lamented in the neighbourhood where he lived 
and died, and by all who had the pleasure of his acquaintance. 
