102 HOUND AND HOEN. 



hurrying away again. There was not much said, but it 

 seemed Kke the last meet of the season ; and then, one 

 by one the glasses were filled and remained untouched, 

 till a deep and sonorous voice gave out, " Fox hunting ! 

 To the memory of the grandest man that ever stood 

 upon the flags, or carried a horn at his saddle-bow — 



GEORGE CARTER." 



A plain, but very handsome and massive stone of 

 pure blue pennant will mark the spot in Milton 

 churchyard where the old huntsman lies at rest, and 

 show to generations to come how a man who faithfully 

 discharges the duties of his calling in life is not for- 

 gotten in death. The list of contributors to this 

 memorial shall speak for itself The inscription is 

 as follows : — 



