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skill and the best of nursing could do, Captain Tylden 

 died on the following Friday, much and deeply regretted 

 by the members of the Hunt, with whom he had become 

 justly popular as a genial and ardent sportsman and 

 pleasant companion. The following kindly editorial notice 

 appeared at the time in the pages of the Sporting and 

 Dramatic New.'i : — 



" I do not know how to speak of my poor friend Captain Richard Tylden, who 

 died on the 27th of last month from the effects of the accident that had befallen 

 him on the previous Saturday, when his horse, after a fall at a fence, kicked him 

 in the mouth and broke both his jaws. He was one of my dearest friends — 

 simple-minded, generous-hearted, and as brave as a lion. I must not say here 

 — I cannot say — how I shall miss him, but I know that readers will miss him 

 too. His last pubHshed work is his story 'The St. Dunstan's Club Cup ' in the 

 Christmas Number of this paper, an admirable story, as readers will, I am sure, 

 agree. Years ago he used to send me bright little articles, chiefly the result of 

 his observations on hunting or about training and riding jump races, and one day I 

 suggested that he had better choose a nom de plume. ' Choose one for me ; call 

 me what you like,' he said, and I signed the next article ' Pigskin.' Readers 

 know to how many columns full of affectionate admiration for the horse, and 

 keen appreciation of his ways, of hints to the rider, which were the result of his 

 o\vn observant experience, the signature was appended. I can hardly yet realize 

 that I have heard his cheery voice for the last time, and that the post -will no 

 more bring me letters full of kindly liumonr and shrewd observations in his 

 familiar hand," 



The next entry from Dickins's diary of a good day's 

 sport from Johnson Hall, ending with a very fast fifty-five 

 minutes to Ellerton in Shropshire, on November 30th, 1885, 

 only reads in the huntsman's concise and modest account 

 as quite an average day, but the present writer is assured 

 by Mr. W. W. Dobson, who was one of the few in at the 

 finish (and no one is more competent to give an opinion), 

 that the gallop from Wincote Wood was a very fine run 

 indeed, and without a check, Dickins and Boxall, and 

 Messrs. Tinsley and Dobson, being about the only ones in 

 at the finish, the horses so dead beat that Dickins and 

 Mr. Dobson had to get ofi" and lead for the last field or 

 two. The pace must have been something quite out of 

 the common, and a kill was the only thing wanting to 

 complete the record. 



The following is Dickins's brief record of the day : — 



