Reminiscent 



Harrow which stand forth — his conspicuous skill in all the 

 games and pastimes which a public school can furnish, and 

 the cheery, kindly and withal soft and gentle disposition of 

 the boy which earned him the sobriquet which clung to him 

 throughout life. Of his domestic life and the "sweet com- 

 munion " which existed between him and her who has to bear 

 the heavy burden of bereavement one can only write or speak 

 with bated breath — " Sorrow's crown of sorrow is the remem- 

 brance of happier days," but for her there may be this slight 

 solace — the "monumentum aere perennius" — a memorial 

 more enduring than mere brass — the regard and affection of 

 the host of his friends and admirers who will never cease to 

 deplore his untimely decease. 



"Time like an everlasting flood bears all its sons away," 

 but unlike "the dream that flies at the opening day," they 

 do not all pass forgotten, and the name of John Maunsell 

 Richardson is indelibly engraved on the memory of those who 

 participated in "the moving incidents by flood and field" of 

 which he was the hero, but also in that of those who recog- 

 nized in him the most gallant of sportsmen, the staunchest of 

 friends. 



From Lady Batter sea. 



Maunsell Richardson was an old and dear friend of my 

 husband's since his Cambridge days, and this must be my 

 excuse for adding these few lines of affectionate remembrance 

 to the Memoir of his life. 



I can recollect the first time that I met Mr. Richardson 

 and the impression then made upon me, which never varied 

 in after years. It was at Brocklesby, when Cyril (her husband) 

 and I were visiting Lady Yarborough, then a widow living with 

 her children in the charming home of her married life. It 



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