APPENDIX. 363 



While a glass of some choice vintage 



Stands brimming by each guest, 

 With three times three, and one cheer more 



To drink a bumper toast — 

 " Sir Henry, as The Master, 



Long may our country boast." 

 Whoohoop ! ! 



TO CHARLES ERNEST GREEN, ESQ. 



ON HIS GIVING UP 



THE ESSEX HOUNDS. 



April, 1893. 



'Tis when the summer slowly dies, 



In short'ning days, 'neath dark'ning skies, 



When Nature tells that time is near 



That brings us to the closing year, 



Then is the season most lament. 



The " winter of their discontent." 



Strange, then, that at this vernal hour. 



When every tree and every flower 



And myriad forms of life rejoice. 



And birds with one consentient voice 



Pour forth an animated lay, 



And Nature all around is gay, 



Strange, then, our hearts with grief oppressed, 



