IN MEMORIAM. 255 



What though our hearts to pity long were moved 

 By crippled form and face that told of pain ? 



Against hope still to the fond hope we clung, 

 That he would climb the saddle once again. 



Never again I the slender form that seemed 



Too slight so brave a spirit to contain, 

 O'er bank and brook, o'er Roothing ditch and plough. 



Shall never guide our straining steeds again. 



Never again ! Oh ! then let stillness brood 



On Rundells pastures this sad Eastertide. 

 Hushed be our revel; where he triumphed erst 



This year no eager rivalry shall ride. 



Untrampled let the grass this spring revive. 



No breath of spring can give us back our dead. 



On Pilgrim once a victor, he is now 

 The last lone pilgrimage compelled to tread. 



Come, friends, stand here, a little space aside. 



In reverent, silent sympathy for one, 

 The widowed father, who has lost in him 



The solace of his years, his darling son. 



The Point-to- Point Races of 18S8 were of more than 

 usual interest, as the Plast Esse.\ llimt united with the 

 Essex in the arrano(-nients for the Meeting, which was held 

 at Thaxted on March 9th, and attracted a very large attend- 

 ance. TwentN-two horses faced .Sir Hcnr\-, who started 

 them at the first attempt. FIk; I'lssex Hunt entries were 

 the most numerous. Mr. .Alfred Kemp, a young Essex 



