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THE CREAM OF LEICESTERSHIRE. 



[Seasok 



regret of every one in Leicestershire. Surely on his tomb 

 might be written the epitaph, as on that of John Bell of 

 Brackenbury : 



Gif thou be'st a better man in thy time than I was in mine, 

 Tak this stane off my wame and lay it upon thine. 



THK LATE EAllL OF WILTOX. 



CONCLUSION. 



Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns 

 And as a girl sails balanced in the wind, 

 And now before and now again behind 

 Stoops as it swoops, with cheek that laughs and burns ; 

 So Spring comes merry towards me now, but earns 

 No answeiing smile from me, Avhose life is twined 

 With the dead boughs that "Winter still must bind, 

 And whom to-day the Spring no more concerns. 



Apkil Sth, 1882. 

 The above congenial sentiment of Dante Eosetti hits off the 

 present situation of the hunting man with painful exactness. 



