JACK PARKER, 



Huntsman of the Sinnington 

 Died November 14M, 1890 , ayed 68 



Good bye, old friend , be mine the duty here 

 To touch thy memory, almost with a tear, 

 For time was once when, heedless of all care, 

 With Jack and hounds 'twas glorious to be there ' 

 Ah, fleeting visions, dreams of other days, 

 Ere worldly struggles warped youth's simple ways, 

 Would that some brightness from the ever past 

 On darkening shadows might again be cast ; 

 Would that again, to make the soul rejoice, 

 Sweet on the ear might ring Jack's cheery voice ! 

 But no, it may not be , the Act is done, 

 The curtain falls, the due applause is won ; 

 Yes, for 'mid all, who, be they high or low, 

 Battle their lives out in this world of woe, 

 None in his sphere more honest, true, and kind 

 Has left a record of his life behind , 

 None to our hearts, who knew and held him dear, 

 In sympathy of sport has come more near. 

 He did his duty well, with all his might; 

 Others might fail, but he was always right , 

 Tried well and trusted, so he played his part, 

 Nor needed prompting from his genial heart. 

 Good-bye, old friend , I cannot call thee back, 

 Nor in the whole \vorld find thy fellow, Jack. 



BLINKHOOLIK 



