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lemarked, "Bless yer, lie don't mean notliing by it; 

 that's notliing to wliat I'm accustomed to.''' 



The dispenser of these winged words is gone where 

 silence is the only language, but he who bore the 

 burden of them is still alive, and in the enjoyment of 

 sucli a competence as is the fruit of long and faithful 

 service. 



One of the most marked characteristics of George 

 Payne's disposition was his warm affection for his 

 eisters, and his only brother — known to his intimates as 

 "Billy Payne.'''' .So greatly did the two brothers differ 

 in appearance, that nobody could have supposed them to 

 be in any way related. Thick-set and dumpy in figure, 

 so short was " brother Bill'" in the leg, that after nego- 

 tiating some fairly big fence, he would pat his right 

 thigh, and laughingly say, "Well done, little 'un, you 

 stuck to the pig's skin right well that time,'" To judge 

 by his make and shape, few would have given him credit 

 for great powers of endurance ; but on more than one 

 occasion when at college, he rode from Cambridge to 

 Sulby to meet the hounds ; hunted all day, and was back 

 in his rooms before twelve at night. This is a feat which 

 few would attempt to accomplish. 



A college friend accompanied him on one occasion, but 

 fatigue overcame him on the homeward ride, and he had 

 to remain at Bedford for the night, leaving his com- 

 panion to pursue his way alone. Subject to gout from 

 his early days, the attacks of which he did not try to 

 parry by any attention to dietetic rules, he ultimately 

 fell a victim to it, and died at Pitsford Hall in the summer 

 of 1848. The grief of the surviving brother for a time 

 was piteous in the extreme. A letter to a neighbour 



