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Ellesmere's estate near Manchester, and assuredly wild life 

 on the mountains of Merionethshire has small cause to 

 weep over his removal. If some of her weaker denizens 

 find themselves in different case we may lament with them, 

 in the words of Burns' " Elegy on Captain Henderson," over 

 the loss of one of their best friends, 



" Mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood ; 

 Ye grouse that crap the heather bud j 

 Ye curlews calling thro' a clud ; 



Ye whistling plover ; 

 And mourn, ye whirring paitrick brood, 



He's gane for ever." 



