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His son William, who was at the time of his father's 

 death huntsman to the East Kent, returned to Brock- 

 lesby to take up the horn which had been carried for 

 more than one hundred and thirty years by members of 

 his family. 



The earl died at the age of sixty-five on board his 

 yacht Kestrel, in Vigo Bay, on the 7th of January 1862. 

 That he was as popular among yachting men as in the 

 hunting-field may be gathered from the following lines 

 by Lord Winchilsea, who, under the pseudonym of 

 'John Davis,' was then recognised as the laureate of 

 sport. 



' When Death pulled old Yarborough down by the stern 

 And the Kestrel xttwxwQA with the Commodore's urn, 

 There was weeping at Cowes, lamentation at Ryde, 

 For the jolly old tar was the whole ocean's pride.' 



The second Earl of Yarborough, who was seven-and- 

 twenty when he succeeded to the title, worthily main- 

 tained the traditions of his sire and grandsire. The 

 Brocklesby establishment was kept up with undiminished 

 splendour, and the blood of its kennel-sires was as 

 eagerly sought for as in the days of old Ranter the First. 

 Despite the fact that he suffered from chronic ill-health, 

 the second earl devoted himself heart and soul to 

 furthering the interests and the amusement of his 

 tenantry. And this said tenantry is without doubt the 

 most striking feature of the Brocklesby country. When 

 Doctor Buckland, afterwards Dean of Westminster and 

 father of the well-known naturalist Frank Buckland, 

 paid a visit to Brocklesby in the time of the first earl, he 

 said to his host, ' Your tenants are of high character ; 

 where do you get them from ? ' To which Lord 

 Yarborough proudl)- replied, ' I don't get them, I breed 



