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he rallied, and after a sta)' at East Anstey and Bude for 

 change of air, returned to Black Torrington, the living 

 to which he had been presented by Lord Poltimore in 

 1880, to die. On the 28th of April 1883 he passed 

 away ; the whole hunting world was filled with 

 grief at the news of his death, and among those who 

 mourned him sincerely were the Prince and Princess of 

 Wales, whose guest he had thrice been at Sandringham. 



It was only fitting that his last resting-place should 

 be in Swymbridge, the parish in which he had laboured 

 for five-and-forty years, and of which he could proudly 

 say, 'When I was inducted to this incumbency in 1833 

 there was only one service here every Sunday, morning 

 and evening alternately with Landkey, whereas now, I 

 am thankful to say, we have four services every Sunday 

 in Swymbridge alone, and our dear old parish church 

 has been restored and beautified at a cost of over .1^3000.' 

 Even Bishop Phillpotts himself must have admitted 

 that the parson who w^s able to make that boast could 

 not have indulged his sporting tastes to the neglect of 

 his pastoral duties. 



So they buried him in Swymbridge Churchyard 

 among the folk who had known and loved him for fifty 

 years. More than a thousand people followed the 

 coffin and gathered reverently around the church. 

 There were costly wreaths in abundance, three of them 

 from Royal donors. But the truest and most touching 

 emblems of sorrow and affection came from ' the 

 poor cottagers who, weeping as they went, brought their 

 aprons and baskets full of wild flowers and showered 

 them into his grave.' 



