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which had long been erected near the top of the 

 lake under the shade of two venerable oak trees. 

 There he is buried, in a silence broken only by the 

 cry of the heron and the waterfowl, a solitude almost 

 as deep as that in which he had lived so long in the 

 swamps of the Oronoco and the forests of the 

 Amazon. He had written, in Latin, the epitaph 

 meet for a wanderer : " Pray for the soul of Charles 

 Waterton, whose wearied bones rest here!' 



We pass on to a neighbour of very different mould. 

 It is seldom, indeed, in a lifetime that you meet 

 with one whose self-respect and manly bearing entitle 

 him to your prompt fealty as a very " king among 

 men," and yet scarcely a man who knew him if only 

 by sight, would deny that title to John Gully. That 

 calm courage and inflexible decision were written on 

 every feature, which stood him in such stead in those 

 slashing Gregsonian contests, which made even Lord 

 George's Doncaster Rooms irony return unto him 

 void. It was, we believe, a remark like the "Napoleon 

 of the Turfs," which first fired Mr. Gully, on the 

 spur of the moment, to beard the Mexborough influ- 

 ence in person at Pontefract ; and he had not mis- 

 calculated the previous influence of his character, 

 even on that mysterious, voter-bottling borough. He 

 did not care for the honour, except so far as asserting 

 a principle and giving pleasure to his townfolk ; and 

 he retired, to their deep regret, when the first purpose 

 was served, from what would have been infallibly a 

 seat for life. 



It was a glory to belong to the ring, and to ascend 

 the stage at the Fives' Court, in the days when 

 he stripped to the buff, and he had no mawkish 

 scruples about referring to it. No one saluted Tom 

 Sayers more heartily with his " / wonder, Torn, how 

 ever you did it ;" when the champion met him on the 

 Heath during the Wizard's Two Thousand day ; 

 and he only smiled at Doncaster, as Alfred Day 



