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his limbs were moulded in most exquisite sym- 

 metry, developing an extraordinary play of muscle 

 matured by constant exercise, A profusion of 

 curls black as raven's wing shaded a forehead 

 bearing the stamp of remarkable intelligence, and 

 the characteristic expression of his dark handsome 

 face was innate good humour. Open as the day, 

 and full of the milk of human kindness, he was 

 one of those happy beings only met with now and 

 then, whose lives seem all sunshine. The cheer- 

 ful tones of his voice and inspiriting flash of his 

 bright sparkling eye enlivened and animated the 

 whole company. Never had he been more bril- 

 liant than on this occasion; and after the cloth 

 was removed, the healths of Her IMajesty and the 

 newly-promoted one drunk, cheroots lighted, and 

 a brew made, he gave us the late Tom Morris's 

 well-known chant, *' The Boar, the mighty Boar," 

 in which all joined until "the whole welkin " rang 

 with the chorus — 



" Here's luck to all who fear no fall, 

 And the next gray boar we see." 



Hardly had the reverberated echo of our voices 



