Cecil Clay.
Athlete and wit, whose genial tongue
Cheered and refreshed but never stung;
Maker of mirth and wholesome jokes;
Fit mate of dear Rosina Vokes;
Creator, to our endless joy,
Of priceless Arthur Pomeroy—
Light lie the earth above his head
Who lightened many a heart of lead;
Courteous and chivalrous and gay,
In very truth no common Clay.
We learn with regret of the death of Mr. A. Chantrey Corbould, whose work as a sporting artist was familiar to an earlier generation of Punch's readers.
