LINES BY LOED WINCHILSEA. 465 



"Welbeck's fair park is desolate; the rippling waters 



moan, 

 For the grave's dark mystery has claimed their scion for its 



own ; 

 No more within St Stephen's shall he ground his flag on 



truth ; 

 No jovial sound of horn and hound shall conjure up his 



youth." 



Finally, I have to add that the following lines 

 were written by the late Earl of Winchilsea and 

 Nottingham not long after his illustrious friend, 

 Lord George, had jDassed away. I promised Lord 

 Winchilsea, if ever I wrote a book on my dear 

 and honoured master's racing career, that I would 

 not forget to rej)roduce the following tribute to 

 the latter's memory, as Lord Winchilsea, who has 

 inserted it in the preface to his longest poem, 

 " Abd el Kader," expressed a strong desire that I 

 should do so : — 



GEORGE BENTINCK. 



His form how glorious, his eye how clear. 

 How cowered a rogue beneath his withering sneer ! 

 Before his stern rebuke bronzed lawyers quailed. 

 And thieves detected trembled as they railed. 

 Within, the guileless spirit of a child, 

 Mailed in the proof of honour undefiled ; 

 Slow to believe malicious slander's breath. 

 But to a culprit pitiless as death ; 

 2 G 



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