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counties in Scotland in which he was known. In fact, sports- 

 men, and, indeed, many others, appeared to me to retain an 

 unusually pleasing remembrance of " poor Crane," and his 

 memory is cherished to somewhat of an extraordinary extent. 

 His funeral was attended by most of the gentlemen of the hunt, 

 and the principal ones among them were his pall bearers. Thus, 

 reader, may death be seen to confer, as well as level, distinction ; 

 and if it cannot be said of Crane, that he was, like Daniel, 

 favoured of God, he was undoubtedly honoured by men. 



There is one line of Homer admirably translated by Pope : 



" What honours mortals after death receive r 

 Those unavailing honours we may give. " 



But the honours given to Crane, by the gentlemen of the Fife 

 hunt, were neither unavailing nor empty ones. They settled an 

 annuity of fifty pounds per annum on his widow, for her life, and 

 she still resides at Cupar Angus, where the principal Fife kennel 

 is situated. 



I regret to perceive, that in your number for February last 

 you forestalled me in the insertion of the excellent monody upon 

 this celebrated huntsman, from the pen of Mr. Carnegie ; but I 

 must request their re-insertion here, and for these particular 

 reasons. First, my notice of his character and death would not 

 be complete without them, as they so truly mark the peculiar 

 features in the one, and the regret shown for the other ; and, 

 secondly, they were extracted by me from the album of a lady, a 

 friend of the author, and a great friend to fox-hunting. 



" So merry Tom Crane is departed at last, 



The grim huntsman has him run to ground ? 

 No more shall we listen his soul-stirring blast, 

 Or hark to him cheering the hound ! > : 



" He is gone to his slumbers ; but long, for old Tom, 



Every sportsman must feel a regret ; 

 In field and in kennel supremely at home 

 Methinks that I see him e'en yet ! 



" His weather-beat visage his game-looking eye 



His top-boots dark coloured, but bright ; 

 In his left hand his whip, planted firm on his thigh, 

 And the loose-shaking rein in his right. 



" He is gone ; but while hunter shall follow the hound,. 

 While lasts the prime joy of the plain, 



