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the poor birds had to lament, not only their sudden death at the 

 hands of a gentleman who was not their proper enemy, an artist 

 that is, not a sportsman, but that the monument which was to 

 perpetuate their fame did them no sort of posthumous honour. All 

 this would probably not have gone unsaid had the epigrammatists 

 not been contemporaries and flatterers. Posterity, if it were now 

 called upon for an epigram, might word it as follows : — 



Luckless our fate : a doubly luckless lot ; 

 A sportsman carved us whom an artist shot. 



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