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kSkeffington Earths, crossing the river Soar below 

 Whitstone, to Enderby Warren, making a distance of 

 twenty-eight miles, which was run in two hours and 

 fifteen minutes, on Monday, February 24th, 1800. 



"I conclude this memoir with a laughable epitaph 

 upon the Enderby Squire, written some years previous 

 to his death, by a Mr. Monro, with a rejoinder by 

 another talented friend, Mr. Heyrick : — 



" Here lies the tall Squire of Enderby Hall, 



With his bridles, boots, fiddle, brush, colours and all. 



Some liked his scraping, tho' none of the best ; 



And all liked the welcome he gave to his guest. 



His taste was, in horses and hounds, orthodox, 



And no man can say he e'er headed the fox. 



In the dog days, or frost, when the kennel was mute, 



Each turn with the turn of his humour to suit ; 



As the weather still changed, still his plans he would 



change, 

 Now be-rhyming some Stella, now curing the mange. 

 Now the State he'd reform, now mend an old door, 

 Now scrawl a lampoon, now a caricature. 

 Ever last down at dinner, and first at a snore : 

 Sure enough he had faults, but his faults are now o'er. 

 Lack aday ! that our Enderby Squire should be lost ! 

 Can't you guess what he died of ? a bitter hard frost." 



The Squire's Eesurrection, by Heyrick, Esq. 

 " Oh ! how could you bury our neighbour so soon ? 

 Why, his boots were just black'd and his fiddle in tune ; 

 Asa staunch, steady sportsman, and quite orthodox, 

 He'd been taking a glass to the hounds and the fox : 

 In his moments of mirth, he would sometimes drink deep ; 

 When you thought he was dead, he was only asleep !" 



Mr. Loraine Smith died the 23rd of August, 1835, 

 in the 85th year of his age. 



