Appendix III 



Tears falling fast — good-bye, dead friend, good-bye ! 

 Good-bye ; brave heart, that never yet knew fear ! 

 In the hereafter we shall meet again, 



Although not here. 

 You have our tears, our prayers, 

 These fragrant blossoms white 



We lay upon thy bier. . . . 



And in the future, in the many days 



That will so swiftly come, so swiftly go. 



We still shall grieve thee gone ! and you perchance 



That we thy loss are sorrowing still may know. 



And we shall miss you at the covert-side. 



Or when the hounds are drawing "Scotland " wood. 



Or " go away " with breast-high scent, we still 



Shall miss the gallant figure leading us 



In the quick burst across the Cottesbrooke Vale, 



Or at the " meeting," when the oft-heard cry 



Rings out no more, " ' Bay ' wins on Doneraile ! " 



Tears falling fast — for we have left you now 

 In God's own acre. May you find repose ! 

 Done with all pain, all sorrow, all regret ; 

 Sleeping a dreamless sleep, until one day 

 A glad awakening may your eyes unclose. 



The author regrets that portraits of Hugo Meynell, 

 T. Assheton Smith, Colonel J. Anstruther-Thomson, the 

 eighth and present Duke of Beaufort, and many more 

 noted fox-hunters have been unavoidably crowded out of 

 this work. 



