THE LIFE OF A HUNTER 75 



fields with me, and when by chance the 

 hounds come our way, we still take a keen 

 interest in watching the proceedings, and 

 leave off feeding while we discuss the per- 

 formance of horses and hounds, and our own 

 share in the past, long after the echo of the 

 horn and the distant cry has died away over 

 fence and field. And so I take my leave, 

 asking for my epitaph, if I am considered 

 worthy of it : 



HERE LIES 



QUEEN MAB 



LIFE WELL RUN, 

 REST WELL WON. 



