HISTORY OF THE L. & S. HUNT 



oifer her our heartfelt sympathy in her bereave- 

 ment." ^ 



Atkinson's remains lie by the side of those of 

 his friend and brother huntsman, Stracey, in the 

 Grange cemetery, Edinburgh, and it is pleasing 

 to note that the stone which stands to their 

 memory bears a reference to their calling. The 

 inscriptions on the gravestones of Williamson, 

 Knight, and Rintoul make no allusion to their 

 vocation in life, the masters they served or the 

 hounds they hunted, and it is a matter for regret 

 that such is the case. The bare facts, at least, 

 might have been recorded, while the addition of 

 a fitting quotation or verse would not have come 

 amiss, even if less deserving than the lines which 

 graced the tomb at Wooten Wawen of Somerville's 

 huntsman, Hoitt. 



" Here Hoitt, all his sport and labour past, 

 Joins his loved master Somerville at last ! 

 Together wont the echoing fields to try, 

 Together now in silent dust they lie : 

 Tenant and Lord, when once we yield our breath, 

 Huntsman and Poet, are alike in death. 

 Life's motley drama calls for powers and men 

 Of dififerent casts to fill her changeful scene. 

 But all the merit that we justly prize. 

 Not in the yart but in the acting lies. 

 And as the lyre, so may the huntsman's horn, 

 Fame's trumpet rival, and his name adorn." ^ 



1 ' The Haddingtonshire Courier,' 12th February 1898. 



2 'Sporting Magazine,' April 1832. 



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