The Life of a Great Sportsman 



impaired by this attack. After a day's hunting, when no doubt 

 he had overtaxed his failing strength, feeling it his duty as it 

 was his pleasure, as joint Master of the Cottesmore, to go out, 

 he returned home seriously ill. 



The various local doctors consulted differed considerably 

 in their opinion, and a celebrated London specialist, Dr. 

 Rowlands, was summoned to Edmondthorpe. 



He at once diagnosed Maunsell's case as septic neuritis, 

 but unfortunately his system had been too much lowered to 

 enable him to overcome the attack, and in spite of all that 

 doctors, nurses, and tender care could do, he died in Dr. 

 Rowland's nursing home in London on the 22nd January, 191 2. 



To the last moment, brave as ever, he fought for life, 

 hoping against hope, wishing to live. Even his greatest friend, 

 the late Lord Minto, said to me, " When I saw dear Maunsell 

 the day before he died he was so cheery and brave, I could 

 not believe it was the last time I should see him and that he 

 could be dying." 



In conclusion, I have no hesitation in saying, and I am sure 

 I am right, that although my brother loved his life at Edmond- 

 thorpe, he would at any time have given it up gladly to return 

 to the old life in Lincolnshire. 



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