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passed away the late Mr Henry Dixon, better 

 known as " The Druid," who in a few simple but 

 deeply pathetic lines has left his record of a, by 

 him, never-to-be-forgotten scene. The following 

 lines will be found at the end of his ' Post and 

 Paddock ' (first edition). They are from the 

 opening stanzas of his " Lay of Doncaster Town 

 Moor": 



1. 



"The bells of ancient Marylebone within their towers 



swing, 



But 'tis not to hail a victory, or greet an infant king ; 

 They usher in no festival, they honour not a bride, 

 But deep death -notes from their iron throats along the 



breezes ride. 



2. 



" Within yon ducal portals, so shadowy and grim, 

 A gallant heart lies pulseless, a gallant eye is dim ; 

 Lo ! through those portals issuing, in inky-black array, 

 Bearing its shrouded passenger, a hearse moves forth to- 

 day. 



3. 



"E'en hard men's eyes were glistening as the vault that 



coffin hid, 

 And the dark earth rattled dismally on its gilded velvet 



lid: 

 Methinks the world's cold sophistry some hearts not wholly 



sears, 

 When I viewed the bitter Disraeli in an agony of tears. 



