136 THE WILLET WHIPPER-IIf. 



" Dear Chambers, 



*' On Tuesday last died poor Tom Moody, as 

 good for rough and smooth as ever entered Wild- 

 mans "Wood. He died brave and honest, as he lived 

 — beloved by all, hated by none that ever knew him. 

 I took his own orders as to his will, funeral, and 

 every other thing that could be thought of. He 

 died sensible and fully collected as ever man died — 

 in short, died game to the last ; for when he could 

 hardly swallow, the poor old lad took the farewell 

 glass for success to fox-hunting, and his poor old 

 master (as he termed it), for ever. I am sole 

 executor, and the bulk of his fortune he left to me 

 — six-and-twenty shilHngs, real and lond fide ster- 

 Kng cash, free from all incumbrance, after every 

 debt discharged to a farthing. JN^oble deeds for Tom, 

 you'd say. The poor old ladies at the Eing of Bells 

 are to have a knot each in remembrance of the poor 

 old lad. 



" Salop paper will show the whole ceremony of 

 his burial, but for fear you should not see that paper, 

 I send it to you, as under : — 



" ' Sportsmen, attend. — On Tuesday, 29th inst., 

 was buried at Barrow, near Wenlock, Salop, Thomas 



