MR. J. CORBET.— ISll. 95 



DEATH OF BILL BARROW. 



Bill Barrow is dead. After Mr. Corbet had given 



up hunting the Warwickshire Country, and had retired to 



his mansion at Sundorne, Salop, Bill Barrow hunted his 



harriers. In following them one day, in 1825, his horse 



fell, and in three weeks he was in his grave. In boxes and 



in old stockings was found £1,400, and suits of new clothes 



sufficient for a parish. He was buried at Uffington, a mile 



from Sundorne. The following lines are inscribed on his 

 tomb — 



Of tins world's pleasure I have had my share, 

 For few the sorrows I was dooni'd to bear ; 

 How oft I have enjoyed the noble chase, 

 Of hounds and horses, striving for the race! 

 But the knell of death calls me away. 

 So Sportsmen, farewell ! I must obey. 



Bill Barrow was Mr. Corbet's huntsman for 15 years ; 

 and his foxhounds were remarkable for brilliant runs when 

 they were hunted by him. He was as good a horseman as 

 ever rode over a country. His View Halloo was the best I 

 ever heard, and so melodious, that to see him, and hear 

 him, by the side of his favourite bitch-pack, give — Have at 

 him, my Lasses ! — to a Sportsman was truly delightful — 

 nimrod. 



