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fatal to poor Will. He lingered for a while, but never 

 recovered. ' My kind Lord Duke,' as he always 

 called his dear master, the sixth Duke, used to come and 

 see him and talk to him, and, when the end was fast 

 approaching, bent down over his faithful old servant and 

 bade him a tender and affectionate farewell. A model 

 huntsman was Will Goodall, and none ever excelled him 

 in that rare combination of firmness and gentleness 

 which is the surest passport to respect. 



Unlike his father, the sixth Duke, whose portrait is 

 given herewith, cared nothing for the Turf His heart 

 was in the Chase. ' A more devoted and fearless fox- 

 hunter,' says a writer in Baily's Magazine, ' never crossed 

 Leicestershire. . . . When hounds are racing in the dark, 

 as is often the case with the duke's, and a tremendous 

 crash is heard over the timber, it is agreed nem. co7i. in 

 the field that it must be the Duke ! ' He met with the 

 most frightful falls, but they never daunted him. 

 Perhaps his worst accident was that which happened to 

 him on the 7th of February 1863. The meet was at 

 Great Gonerby. They drew Casthorpe Hills for their 

 second fox ; he broke covert at the bottom, but turned to 

 the left for Gonerby. Hounds were racing over grass 

 fields at a great pace. The Duke, well in front, rode his 

 horse at a high and stiff-cut fence ; the horse just failed 

 to clear it and came down with a crash, throwing the 

 Duke heavily and rolling over him. His Grace was 

 promptly conveyed in a fly to the George Hotel, 

 Grantham, and it was feared that his injuries were fatal. 

 But he pulled through, and was seen once more at the 

 covert side before the season ended, when an address 

 was presented to him, signed by 600 good men and true 

 who hunted with the Belvoir, congratulating him on his 



