2o6 SOLDIER AND SPORTSMAN 



since Lindsay Gordon's day, voices it in his poem, 

 Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve, of which I may 

 perhaps be allowed to quote a verse : 



. . . But he's old — and his eyes are grown hollow; 



Like me, with my thatch of the snow ; 



When he dies, then I hope I may follow, 



And go where the race-horses go, 



I don't want no harping nor singing — 



Such things with my style don't agree ; 



Where the hoofs of the horses are ringing 



There's music sufficient for me. 



