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the bountv of his noble master, a comfortable 

 cottage, a steady hunter, and a handsome pension 

 to the last day of his long life. In February, 

 1877, poor Will was borne to his narrow home 

 — "an earth made for rest" — at the patriarchal 

 age of fourscore years and four. He was buried 

 at Oldbury-on-the-Hill, where Philip Payne lies ; 

 and never to its kindred clay were committed 

 the relics of a kindlier spirit or a truer man : — 



" Reliquit equos, cornu, canes, 

 Tandem quiescant ejus manes." 



The last time Russell met him he inquired 

 if his brother Michael were yet alive. 



"Yes," replied Russell, "and well, too." 



" I'm glad to hear that," responded the 

 veteran ; " he gave my son Nimrod his first 

 mount, took him out of my wife's arms and held 

 him on the saddle when he was only a month 

 old. Please give him my duty." An early 

 entry this for that well-known huntsman, Nimrod 

 Long. 



Among the many hunting friends with whom 

 Russell associated at Oxford, there was no one, 

 perhaps, whose sympathies accorded so closely 

 with his own as did those of Mr. Philip Dauncey, 

 of Little Horwood, a Buckinghamshire gentle- 

 man, even then distinguished as a bold rider 

 and thorough houndsman ; and who subsequently 

 became widely known as a successful breeder 

 of Guernsey cows, the cream and butter of 



