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one of the finest specimens — both in person and in mind — of a Scottish 

 lady that Scotland ever produced. Moreover, her name and character 

 are worthy of being recorded in a sporting magazine as the original 

 patroness of the celebrated archery meetings for which the aristocratic 

 neighbourhoods of Wrexham, Chester, Ellesmere, and Oswestry have 

 been for at least forty years so signal. 



The late Lady Cunliffe was the mother of ten children, and, had her 

 life been spared only a fortnight longer, would have seen the anniversary 

 of her fiftieth wedding day ! ! The anticipation of this event, however, 

 gave rise to an incident, which, if it had been followed up to its conclu- 

 sion, would have given birth to a scene of more than ordinary interest, 

 and to which it would perhaps be difficult to find a parallel in domestic 

 life. A friend of the family accidentally put into her ladyship's hand 

 the following lines, not only beautifully written by one from her own 

 country, and therefore more likely to find the road straight to her heart, 

 but so closely in association with her own situation at the moment, that 

 she at once declared that, if she lived to see it, her husband should read 

 them to her in the presence of all her children on the approaching anni- 

 versary, which she emphatically called her " golden day.'' 



Thou kens, Mary Hay, that I loo' thee weel, 

 My ain auld wifie sae kindly an' leal* ; 

 Then what garsf thee stand wi' a tear in thine e'e 

 And aye look sae wae]: when thou lookest on me. 



Dost thou miss, Mary Hay, the young bloom on my check, 

 With the hair hinging round, sae jetty and sleak ; 



* Loyal. t Makes. $ Sad. 



