The Colonel then, attended by his friends, proceeded to Falcover’s Hall, carrying with him the warmest wishes of all those who have so long and so often experienced the effects of his liberal disposition.
Thus terminated his residence at Thornville Royal, which for sixteen years has been the scene of every species of elegant mirth, wit and amusement, and where the prince and the peasant have been alike gratified by that benevolence and vivacity so peculiar to the character of Colonel Thornton.
A Farewell to a Hunter.
To no misfortune in the field
He bows, fit ending of the game;
No weight of years bids him to yield,
But swift disease that warps his frame.
So Mercy stepping in must break
The bonds that Love would fain hold fast,