200 Seventy Years a Master. 



and friends than it has been my lot to be 

 mixed up with. That is a source of great 

 comfort to me in my old age, — to think of 

 the lots of friends who have stuck to me all 

 through the chapter. I only wish I could 

 have it all over again, but as we all know, 

 there is an ending to everything, and thus 

 even the goodness and kindness of life's true 

 friendships must one day have an end. Still 

 the Chase calls to me, and as I see my 

 hounds start off on a nice hunting morning, 

 and as I watch old Hasty, and Riot, 

 and Wakeful, sniffing the air and trotting 

 out expectantly, well knowing the good time 

 that, with luck, lies in store for them that 

 day, there comes over me a feeling of sadness, 

 and "age laments life's vigour spent." 



THE END. 



