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by turns, and sat up with him the night before he died ; 

 and fresh water from the pump was all he longed for. 

 They saw that there was no hope ; but still his appetite 

 seemed suddenly to return, and when his dinner was 

 brought him next day he did think it "looked like 

 business." Once more he hoped for life : " See what a 

 dinner I've eaten ; I shall be up in three weeks ; I don't 

 want to leave you yet." He then insisted, as it was 

 Sunday, on having two glasses of wine, as usual, to drink 

 his time-honoured toasts, " A good health to you all," and 

 " The Master of the Hounds." " That's not enough to 

 drink Mr Fitzwilliam's health in, Winifred," when she 

 only poured out half a glass, but he could do little more 

 than taste it when it was given to him. The toast he 

 had drunk Sunday after Sunday for those forty seasons 

 made him wander back to the hounds. " Don't you see 

 them ? " he said to his daughter, " they're all round my 

 bed. There's old Bluecap and Shiner, and Bonny Lass 

 wagging her stern." " No, no, father," she replied, " you 

 are mistaken." " Ah ! they're gone now ; strange, isn't it, 

 I should see them so plain ? Oh, dear ! my eyes deceive 

 me ; they're only flies." 



' The window was open, and the sound of the church 

 bell floated into the room. In his days of health it had 

 never struck on his ear in vain, and he spoke to his 

 little grandchild and told her not to be late. " Are you 

 dressed for church, Harry?" he said to his son, who sat 

 and watched him at the bedside, but he was hardly 

 conscious of the answer, and almost before the bell was 

 done his own last summons had been given and obeyed.' 



Meanwhile, two Earls Fitzwilliam, under whom he had 

 served, had predeceased Tom Sebright. The founder of 

 the Milton Hunt died on the 8th of February 1833, ^^ 



