Ube Mi^nns ot Mvnnsta^ s65 



that which had partially wrecked Sir Watkin's house 

 had no doubt been placed there by mistake, and was 

 intended for Adair House, two doors further off, where 

 the offices of the Intelligence Department of the War 

 Office then were. 



Yet, with the stamp of death on his face, plain for all 

 men to see, Sir Watkin lived till the following spring. 

 It was on the 9th of May 1885 that he passed away, 

 and on the i8th they buried him, in the presence of a 

 vast concourse of mourners, in the pretty churchyard of 

 Llangedwyn, by the side of his beloved little daughter 

 Nesta, whose early death had wrung his heart with 

 sorrow. 



His character as a sportsman cannot be better summed 

 up than in these admirable words of one who was well 

 qualified to judge : — 



' What a type of unassuming nobility he had been ! 

 What hearty good nature and sterling common-sense 

 had ever been harboured in that broad chest and cheery 

 countenance ! What a void has his death created wher- 

 ever Dee and Severn roll their swiftest waters ! 



' A Master of Hounds without a subscription almost 

 from his coming of age, a Member of Parliament for 

 hardly less a period, the owner of many square miles not 

 easily reckoned, a Deputy Lieutenant of four counties, 

 a Provincial Grand Master of Freemasons, an Aide-de- 

 camp to the Queen, a Member of the Jockey Club, and 

 a Great Western Director, a veritable Prince among 

 Welshmen, and beloved by all. 



' Just a few words of Sir Watkin Wynn as a Master of 

 Foxhounds. Though never a flyer, he had an extra- 

 ordinary knack of getting over the country. He would 

 creep through blind places, drop his horse into a road. 



