As Shakespeare, in his immortal5 history of the Seven Ages of Man, briefly6 described the first as "the infant,174 mewling, &c., in its nurse's arms," so of the childhood of Tom Smith the only occurrence we are enabled to record is that his mother, one day, found him lying on his nurse's lap, gasping7 like a tench just landed from a pond.
"What's the matter with the child?" she eagerly inquired.
"Nothin," replied the calm nurse; "he's doing nicely."
As regarded the present tense, this answer was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Had, however, the question been "What has been the matter with him?" with the same grammatical accuracy the reply would have been, "If you please, Ma'am, he has just thrown up a large pin," which, unperceived, he had managed to swallow.
On his reaching the second age of man—that is to say, when he was but seven years old—he was sent "with his satchel9 and shining morning face" to Eton, where, on his arrival, he found himself the youngest boy in the school.
The busy hive of the United Kingdom, we all know, is divided into cells, in each of which, at this moment, a raw material is being converted by labour into some particular description of manufactured goods. In one cell, a Minister of State is concocting10, from crude175 evidence, a speech, a budget, or a despatch11. In another cell, a young woman, with a protuberant12 cushion on her lap, covered by an intricate pattern, marked by pins with heads of various colours, is as indefatigably13 labouring for the welfare of her country by twirling, twisting, and twiddling innumerable bobbins of fine thread into Honiton lace. In other cells, workpeople are converting broadcloth into clothes, leather into shoes, horse-hair into wigs14, medicine into pills, lead into bullets, brass15 and tin into cannon16, iron into rifles, alkali and grease into soap. Within what is called a "scrap-mill," by the power of steam, controlled by a single man, broken bolts, bars, nuts, nails, screw-pins, &c., are made to revolve17, until by rumbling19, tumbling, rubbing, scrubbing, bruising20, beating, hustling21, and jostling each other, all are turned out clean and bright, fit to be welded together for any purpose that may be required.
At Eton, by a similar process, about 600 boys of all sizes and shapes—red-haired, white-haired, black-haired; long-legged, short-legged, bandy-legged; splay-footed, pigeon-toed; proud, humble22, noisy, silent, good-humoured, spiteful, brave, timid, pale-faced, sallow-faced, freckled23 and rosy-cheeked, weak and strong, clever and stupid, pliable24 and pigheaded—yet all controlled by that unwritten, immutable25, imperishable code of honour which, like a halo, has always illuminated26 their play-ground and176 their school, are hustled27 together on water, in water, under water, and out of water, until, when the door of their scrap-mill is opened—although their minds and bodies are as dissimilar as ever—they all turn out polished gentlemen, prepared to encounter those hardships, dangers, vicissitudes28, difficulties, and, above all, base temptations in life, which high-bred principles are so especially well adapted to resist.
For eleven years Tom Smith remained at this school, where he acquired a taste for classical literature, which characterised him through life. Pope, Shakespeare, and Horace, from which he used to quote long passages, were his favourite authors; he could also, without pressure, spout29 out the whole of the Epistle of Eloisa to Abelard. But what reigned30 at the back of his head and in the citadel31 of his heart was an ardent32 love for athletic33 exercises of any description, especially for cricket and boating. He was also, throughout his whole life, affectionately attached to fighting; and Etonians, old and young, to this day, record, as one of the severest contests in the history of youthful pugilism, the desperate battle he fought with Jack34 Musters35, a kindred spirit, of whom it has been said that he could do seven things—namely, ride, fence, fight, swim, shoot, play at cricket and at tennis—as well as any man in Europe. His pugilistic propensity36, which appeared so early, was conspicuous37 throughout 177his life. While hunting in Leicestershire he was prevailed upon to stand for the borough38 of Nottingham. On proceeding39 to the poll, he found not only the town placarded with "No foxhunting M.P.," but a guy in a red coat, tailed by a fox's brush, burning in effigy40 of him before the hustings41. His appearance there elicited42 tremendous yells and hootings, which apparently43 no authority could subdue44, until, with a stentorian45 voice, heard above the uproar46, Tom Smith exclaimed, "Gentlemen! as you refuse to hear my political principles, be so kind as to listen to these few words: I'll fight any man among ye, little or big, and will have a round with him now for love!" In an instant, as if by magic, yells and groans48 were converted into rounds of cheers, demonstrating the strange stuff, be it good, bad, or indifferent, that Englishmen are made of.
On another occasion, while riding down the Gallowtree Gate, in Leicester, he struck the horse of a coal-heaver, who, in return, cut him sharply across the face. Smith jumped immediately from his horse, and the driver from his cart, the latter doffing49 his smock-frock, the former buttoning his coat and turning up his sleeves. The conflict was desperate; and from a fellow weighing fourteen stone, and standing50 six feet high, he was receiving severe punishment, when, by constables51 and a crowd of people, the combatants were separated. "You shall hear from me178 again!" said Smith to his gallant52 smutty antagonist53. True to his word, the next morning the squire54's groom55 was seen inquiring where the coal-heaver lived. On finding the man, whose face, like his master's, had received some heavy bruises56, he said to him, "Mr. Smith has sent me to give you this sovereign, and to tell you you're the best man that ever stood before him." "God bless his honour!" replied the man, "and thank him a thousand times."
When Tom Smith was at Eton, fighting had not cropped to the surface of a schoolfellow and friend who in after life, known by the name of Wellington, greatly distinguished57 himself in this world by seeking and by gaining pitched battles. "I suppose, Smith," said the old silver-haired Duke to him, one day, in London, "you've done now with fighting?" "Oh, yes," replied Smith, then in his sixtieth year, "I've quite given that up; but——" suddenly correcting himself, he added, "I'll fight yet any man of my age."
At Chapmansford, when upwards58 of seventy, a rough country fellow, before a large field of sportsmen, threw a stone at one of the hounds of the old squire, who instantly struck him with his hunting whip. "You daren't do that if you were off your horse," said the man. The words were hardly out of the clodhopper's mouth when (in the seventh age of man) Smith stood before him, with a pair179 of fists clenched59 in his face, in so pugilistic an attitude that the fellow took to his heels, and, amidst the jeers60 of his comrades, ran away.
In 1794 Tom Smith quitted Eton to become a gentleman commoner at Christ Church, Oxford61, where, with great diligence and assiduity, he hunted regularly in Oxfordshire and Northamptonshire,—became a fearless swimmer,—learnt to pull a sturdy oar47 on the Isis,—was a good shot and billiard-player,—and excelled as a batsman in the cricket-field on Cowley Marsh62 and Bullingdon. On leaving the University he became a member of the Marylebone Club and a regular attendant at Lord's during the summer; he was also a member of the Royal Yacht Club. Mr. Smith's love for science and shipbuilding induced him to build several sailing and steam yachts. He considered himself to be the practical originator of the wave line, and, by the advice of the Duke of Wellington, he submitted to the First Lord of the Admiralty some important hints for improving the construction of gunboats. In autumn, winter, and spring, he instinctively64 "went to the dogs," or, as in sporting phraseology it is termed, "took to hunting," so eagerly, that in 1800, when only twenty-four years old, he was signalized in song as a daring rider in that celebrated65 run from Billesden Coplow, in which but four gentlemen, with Jack Raven66 the Whip, were able to live with the hounds.
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In 1806 he succeeded Lord Foley at Quorn, and for ten years hunted Leicestershire with first-rate hounds, for a portion of which he had paid to Mr. Musters 1000 guineas, until, in 1816, he took the place of Mr. Osbaldiston in Lincolnshire, where he hunted the Burton country for eight years. He then, ceasing for two years to be a master of hounds, hunted with the Duke of Rutland and in the neighbouring counties until 1826, when, taking up his residence at Penton Lodge67, he created for himself a new country between Andover and Salisbury. In 1830—two years after the death of his father, from whom he inherited a very large fortune—he removed to Tedworth, which he had lately rebuilt with magnificent kennels68, and stables in which every hunter had a loose box. In these stables he had often as many as fifty horses, all in first-rate condition. For thirty-two years he hunted the Tedworth country without ever asking for subscriptions69 of any sort or kind. All he begged of the landowners and of those who hunted with him was to preserve foxes to enable him to kill them. At his meets his friend and guest the late Duke of Wellington often attended. In stature70 Mr. Smith was about 5 feet 10 inches high, athletic, well-proportioned, muscular, but slight. His weight was between eleven and twelve stone. With a highly-intelligent but resolute71 countenance72, containing (as was observed of it) "a dash of the bulldog," he had plain features.181 "That fellow Jack Musters," Tom Smith used to say, "spoilt my beauty." For several years, though his name was seldom found in the debates, he represented in Parliament Carnarvonshire and Andover; and in 1832, in consequence of the riots which took place in that year, he raised, at his own expense, a corps73 of yeomanry cavalry74, reviewed by the Duke of Wellington, the troopers of which were chiefly his own tenants75 or farmers of the neighbourhood. For upwards of fifty seasons he continued to be the master of hounds, until, after having been in his saddle for seventy years, the boy who in 1783 went to Eton when he was seven years old, died at Vaenol on the 9th of September, 1858, aged8 eighty-two.
At the earnest request of his widow, Sir John E. Eardley-Wilmot (assisted by extracts from the 'Field' newspaper), with considerable spirit and ability, has lately compiled a series of graphic76 incidents and sketches77, forming altogether a memoir—or, as he terms them, 'Reminiscences'—of the life of one whom Napoleon I. addressed as "le premier78 chasseur d'Angleterre," and who was also called by the Parisians "le grand chasseur Smit." From this volume we shall now submit to our readers a few extracts.
"Lord Foley," wrote 'Nimrod,' "was succeeded in the possession of the Quorn hounds by that most conspicuous sportsman of modern182 times, Thomas Assheton Smith. As combining the character of a skilful79 sportsman with that of a desperate horseman, perhaps his parallel is not to be found; and his name will be handed down to posterity80 as a specimen81 of enthusiastic zeal82 in one individual pursuit, very rarely equalled. From the first day of the season to the last he was always the same man, the same desperate fellow over a country, and unquestionably possessing, on every occasion and at every hour of the day, the most bulldog nerve ever exhibited in the saddle. His motto was, 'I'll be with my hounds;' and all those who have seen him in the field must acknowledge he made no vain boast of his prowess. His falls were countless83; and no wonder, for he rode at places which he knew no horse could leap over; but his object was to get, one way or the other, into the field with his hounds. As a horseman, however, he has ever been super-excellent. He sits in his saddle as if he were part of his horse, and his seat displays vast power over his frame. In addition to his power his hand is equal to Chifney's, and the advantage he experiences from it may be gleaned84 from the following expression. Being seen one day hunting his hounds on Radical85, always a difficult, but at that time a more than commonly difficult, horse to ride, he was asked by a friend why he did not put a martingale on him, to give him more power over his mouth. 'Thank ye,' he replied, 'but my left hand shall be my martingale.'"
His fame and success in Lincolnshire were as great as at Quorn. The Melton men followed him, knowing they were sure of good sport wherever he went, although scarcely one of them was quite prepared for the formidable drains or dykes86 in the Burton Hunt. Shortly after their arrival there, they found a fox near the kennels that crossed a dyke87 called the Tilla. Tom Smith, the only one who rode at it, got in, but over, leaving behind him fourteen of the Meltonians floundering in the water at183 the same time, which so cooled their ardour that, excepting Sir H. Goodricke, gallant David Baird, and one or two others, they soon returned to Melton.
Mr. Delmé Ratcliffe, in his work on the 'Noble Science of Fox-hunting,' describes Tom Smith as follows:—
"I could nowhere find a more fitting model for the rising generation of sportsmen.... He was an instance of the very rare union of coolness and consummate88 skill as a huntsman, combined with the impetuosity of a most desperate rider; and not only was he the most determined89 of all riders, but equally remarkable90 as a horseman.
"Now I am not going to give merely my own opinion of Mr. Thomas Assheton Smith, as a horseman and rider to hounds, but shall lay before my readers that of all the sporting world, at least all who have seen him in the field; which is, that, taking him from the first day's hunting of the season to the last, place him on the best horse in his stable or on the worst, he is sure to be with his hounds, and close to them too. In fact, he has undoubtedly91 proved himself the best and hardest rider England ever saw, and it would be vain in any man to dispute his title to that character."
Again, says Mr. Apperley—
"Let us look at him in his saddle. Does he not look like a workman? Observe how lightly he sits! No one could suppose him to be a twelve-stone man. And what a firm hand he has on his horses! How well he puts them at their fences, and what chances he gives them to extricate92 themselves from any scrape they may have gotten into! He never hurries them then; no man ever saw Tom Smith ride fast at his fences, at least at large ones (brooks excepted), let the pace be what it may; and what a treat it is to see him jump water! His falls, to be sure, have been innumerable; but what very hard-riding man does not get falls? Hundreds of Mr. Smith's falls may be accounted for:184 he has measured his horses' pluck by his own, and ridden at hundreds of non-feasible places, with the chance of getting over them somehow."
Again: "No man," says Dick Christian93, "that ever came into Leicestershire could beat Mr. Smith—I do not care what any of them say;" while "The Druid," in 'Silk and Scarlet94,' after giving some very interesting anecdotes95 of Tom Smith, says of him, "However hasty in temper and action he might be in the field or on the flags, he was the mightiest96 hunter that ever 'rode across Belvoir's sweet vale' or wore a horn at his saddle-bow."
"His wonderful influence," he adds, "over his hunters was strongly exemplified at another time, but in rather a different manner. He had mounted a friend, who complained of having nothing to ride, on his celebrated horse Cicero. The hounds were running breast-high across the big pasture lands of Leicestershire, and Cicero was carrying his rider like a bird, when a strong flight of rails had almost too ugly an aspect of height, strength, and newness for the liking97 of our friend on his 'mount.' The keen eye of Assheton Smith, as he rode beside him, at once discerned that he had no relish98 for the timber, and seeing that he was likely to make the horse refuse, he cried out, 'Come up, Cicero!' His well-known voice had at once the desired effect; but Cicero's rider, by whom the performance was not intended, left his 'seat' vacant, fortunately without any other result than a roll upon the grass."
"I have said," remarks Nimrod, "that Mr. Smith's make and shape, together with a fine bridle99-hand, have assisted him in rising to perfection as a horseman."
"I once saw," relates a friend, "a fine specimen of Mr. Smith's hand and nerve in the going off of a frost, when the bone was not quite out of the ground. We were running a fox hard over Salisbury 185Plain, when all at once his horse came on a treacherous100 flat, greasy101 at top, as sportsmen say, but hard and slippery underneath102. The horse he rode was a hard puller, and very violent, named Piccadilly; and the least check from the bridle, when the animal began to blunder, would have to a certainty made him slip up. Here the fine riding of the squire shone conspicuously103. He left his horse entirely104 alone, as if he were swimming; and after floundering about and swerving105 for at least a hundred yards, Piccadilly recovered himself, and went on as if nothing had happened."
"At the end of a desperate run, he once charged the river Welland, which divides the counties of Leicester, Northampton, and Rutland, and is said to be altogether impracticable. The knack106 he had of getting across water is to be attributed to his resolute way of riding to hounds, by which his horses knew that it was in vain to refuse whatever he might put them at."
One day when Smith was drawing for a fox on his famous horse Fire-King, he came to a precipitous bank at the end of a meadow, with a formidable drop into a hard road. "You can't get out there, Sir," said a civil farmer. "I should like very much to see the place where we" (patting Fire-King) "cannot go," was the reply, as down he rode, to the astonishment107 of the field.
"In falling," says Sir J. Eardley Wilmot, "he always contrived108 to fall clear of his horse. The bridle-rein109, which fell as lightly as breeze of zephyr110 on his horse's neck, was then held as in a vice63. In some instances, with horses whom he knew well, he would ride for a fall, where he knew it was not possible for him to clear a fence. With Jack-o'-Lantern he was often known to venture on this experiment, and he frequently said there was not a field in Leicestershire in which he had not had a fall. 'I never see you in the Harborough country,' he observed to a gentleman who occasionally hunted with the Quorn. 'I don't much like your Harborough 186country,' replied the other, 'the fences are so large.' 'Oh!' observed Mr. Smith, 'there is no place you cannot get over with a fall.' To a young supporter of his pack, who was constantly falling and hurting himself, he said, 'All who profess111 to ride should know how to fall.'"
The author of 'Silk and Scarlet' says:—
"It was a great speech of Mr. Smith's, if ever he saw a horse refuse with his Whips, 'Throw your heart over, and your horse will follow.' He never rode fast at his fences. I have heard him say scores of times, 'When a man rides at fences a hundred miles an hour, depend upon it he funks.'"
Sir William Miles confirms this statement:—
"Mr. Smith," he remarks, "always said, 'Go slow at all fences, except water. It makes a horse know the use of his legs, and by so riding he can put down a leg wherever it is wanted.'"
Long Wellesley had a horse which he declared no man could see a run on. "He only requires a rider," said the squire. "Will you ride him, then, at Glen Gorse?" "Willingly!" replied Smith, who, after several falls, killing112 his fox, was presented with the animal, which he accordingly named "Gift."
The history of the education of Smith's favourite horse, Jack-o'-Lantern, is described as follows:—
"We were riding," said Tom Edge, "to covert113 through a line of bridle-gates, when we came to a new double oaken post and rail fence. 'This is just the place to make my colt a good timber jumper,' said the squire; 'so you shut the gate, and ride away fast.' This was no sooner done than the squire rode at the rails, which Jack taking with his breast, gave both himself and his rider 187such a fall, that their respective heads were looking towards the fence they had ridden at. Up rose both at the same time, as if nothing very particular had happened. 'Now,' said Tom Smith, 'this will be the making of the horse; just do as you did before, and ride away.' Edge did so, and Jack flew the rails without touching114, and from that day was a first-rate timber fencer."
Only on two occasions, while hunting, did Tom Smith succeed in breaking a bone: once at Melton, when he consoled himself by learning arithmetic from the pretty damsel at the post-office; and afterwards, when one of his ribs115 was fractured, owing, as he said, to his having a knife in his breast-pocket:—
"And yet," says Sir J. Eardley Wilmot, "notwithstanding the gallant manner in which he always rode, never turning from any fence that intervened between him and his hounds, he never had a horse drop dead under him, or die from the effects of a severe day's riding. It is also a fact well recorded that he was never known to strike a horse unfairly. 'How is it,' asked a friend, 'that horses and hounds seem never to provoke you?' 'They are brutes116, and know no better, but men do,' was the reply."
The most extraordinary hunter in his stable, "Ayston," was pigeon-toed, and so bad a hack117, that he had to be led to covert; and yet at no time would his master have taken a thousand guineas for him.
After the famous Billesden Coplow run, in which Tom Smith maintained so prominent a place, he sold the horse he that day rode, called Furze-cutter, for which he had given 26l., to Lord Clonbrock for 400l.
The Rev18. Francis Dyson, now rector of Creeklande, on188 being ordained118, was appointed to assist his father, the clergyman at Tedworth:—
"Mr. Smith," says Sir J. Eardley Wilmot, "was so pleased with his first sermon, that, on coming out of church, he slapped the young curate on the back, and said, 'Well done, Frank! you shall have a mount on Rory O'More next Thursday.' Young Dyson had many a run afterwards out of the squire's stables, for his performances in the field pleased as much as those in the pulpit.
"Once, when the hounds were running short with a sinking fox, a person clad in a long black coat, and evidently thinking scorn of the fun, inquired of the Whip what the dogs were then doing. 'Why, Sir,' said Dick Burton, throwing a keen glance down the inquirer's person, 'they are preaching his funeral sermon.'"
In 1840 Tom Smith proposed to pay a visit to his old friend Sir Richard Sutton, whose hunting had been stopped by a severe accident. On hearing of this movement, Mr. Greene of Rolleston, who had been one of his best pupils in his Leicestershire days, requested him, in his way to Lincolnshire, to bring his hounds once more into his old country, Mr. Hodgson, who then hunted Leicestershire, having handsomely placed the best meet at his disposal. The veteran, for he was then sixty-four, accepted the challenge, bringing with him eighteen couples of his finest hounds, of great substance, open-chested, and in splendid condition.
"It would be vain," writes Sir J. Eardley Wilmot, "to endeavour to commemorate119 the scene which took place when Tom Smith, surrounded by his hounds, met the field at Shankton Holt on Friday, 189the 20th of March. More than two thousand horsemen, one-third of whom appeared in pink, were assembled. Men of the highest birth and station, men who had served their country with deeds of most daring gallantry by sea and land, men who in political or social life were the most brilliant in repute, thronged120 to do honour to the first fox-hunter of the day. They had come from remote counties, and more were pouring in along the grassy121 slopes and vales, or skirting the well-known gorse covers. As Dick Christian remarked, 'the first lot were at Shankton Holt when the tail end wern't out of Rolleston gates.' Cold must have been the heart of him who could behold122 without joyous123 emotion the crowds of grey-headed horsemen hurrying forward to shake hands with their old friend and fellow-sportsman, each calling vividly124 to memory some scene where he had acted the most conspicuous part. More than twenty years had rolled away since he had resigned the lead in that magnificent country. There had been splendid riders since his day; and while time had thinned the ranks of the veterans, younger men had either achieved or were achieving fame—Frank Holyoake, now Sir Francis Goodricke, well known for his splendid feats125 on Brilliant; Colonel Lowther, Lord Wilton, Lord Archibald Seymour, George Payne, Little[I] Gilmour, Lord Gardner, George Anson, and a host of sportsmen, well deserving the reputation they had won, yet all strangers to the doings of this hero of the Quorn, except through anecdotes familiar to them as 'household words.' In addition to these were a very goodly display of carriages-and-four filled with ladies, and pedestrians126 without number. The hounds with Dick Burton were drawn127 up on the lawn, while the vast group of horsemen formed a circle, with the carriages and assembled crowd outside. After the friendly salutations were over, and their enthusiastic character astonished no one but the Illustrious Stranger[J] present, Mr. Smith took his hounds to Shankton Holt, where he drew only the bottom of the covert; thence to Norton Gorse, Stanton Wood, Glooston Wood, and Fallow Close, all blank. It 190was an unfavourable day for scent,—a bright sun with north-easterly wind, not a cloud to be seen, and the cold intense. A fox having been found by Mr. Hodgson, in Vowes Covert, as already stated, away went the hounds towards Horringhold, leaving Blaston to the right. Here Mr. Smith took a strong flight of rails into a road, quite like a 'young 'un.' The fox soon afterwards crossed the Welland, and went away for Rockingham Park, where, it being late, they whipped off."
From 1830 to 1856—that is to say, until Tom Smith had reached the age of eighty—with his indomitable energy and undaunted courage he continued to hunt his hounds at Tedworth, spending his summers at Vaenol on board his yacht. His head was as clear and his hand as firm as they had been twenty years ago. If he felt not quite well in a morning, plunging128 his head into cold water, he used to hold it there as long as he could, which he said always put him to rights. It is true he had curtailed129 his meets to four only a week, but on these days the farmers were delighted to see "the old Squire" vault130 on horseback, as usual, blow his horn while his horse was carrying him over a five-barred gate, and, with a loose rein, gallop131 down the sheep-fed hill-sides with all the alacrity132 of a boy. But although the hourglass of his existence appeared to be still as bright and clear as ever, the sand within the upper portion of the crystal was now running to its end. In September, 1856, while at his summer residence in North Wales, he was suddenly seized with an alarming attack of asthma133, which, by the191 use of stimulants135 and by the assiduous attention of Mrs. Smith,—at this period herself in a very weak state of health,—was so far subdued136 that on one of his horses saddled appearing at the door—although five minutes before he had been gasping for breath on the sofa—he mounted the animal, and broke away, as if instinctively, to seek for himself a stronger stimulant134 than his physician could prescribe—the sight once again of his hounds.
"Although," writes Sir J. Eardley Wilmot, very feelingly, "he rallied from this attack in an astonishing manner, he was no longer the same man. The erect137 gait was bent138, and the eagle eye had lost its lustre139."
The able writer of 'Silk and Scarlet' gives the following graphic and affecting description of Tom Smith the last time he appeared at the meet with his hounds:—
"The covert side knew him no more after the October of 1857, when he just cantered up to Willbury on his chestnut140 hack Blemish141, to see his hounds draw. Carter got his orders to bring the choicest of the 1858 entry, and he and Will Bryce arrived at the usual rendezvous142 with five couple of bitches by the Fitzwilliam Hardwicke and Hermit143. He looked at them a short time, and exclaimed, 'Well, they're as beautiful as they can be,' bade both his men good-bye, and they saw him no more."
He returned to Tedworth as usual—
"But," writes Sir J. Eardley Wilmot, "at the annual meet on the 1st of November, 1857, the hounds met without the accustomed centre figure of their master, who slowly rode up to them without his scarlet. He remarked, quite seriously, that if he had worn his 192hunting gear, and his pack should observe that he could not follow them, they would show their sorrow by refusing to hunt the fox. A universal gloom pervaded144 the field; he looked wistfully and lovingly at his old favourites, the heroes of many a well-fought field; and as he quickly went back into the hall, shrinking almost from the outer air, while the horsemen and pack turned away slowly towards the shrubberies, every one felt with a heavy heart that the glory of the old fox-hunter had at length departed."
The state of Mrs. Smith's health having for many years caused her husband great anxiety, in 1845, in order, as he said, "to bring Madeira to England," he constructed for her at Tedworth a magnificent conservatory145 or crystal palace, 315 feet in length and 40 in width, in which, enjoying the temperature of a warm climate, she might take walking exercise during the winter months. A Wiltshire farmer, on first seeing this building, observed, he supposed it was for the 'Squire to hunt there whenever a frost stopped him in the field.
"It was a melancholy146 spectacle," writes Sir J. Eardley Wilmot, "to see Tom Smith the winter before his death, when he could no longer join his hounds, mount one of his favourite hunters—Euxine, Paul Potter, or Blemish—with the assistance of a chair, and take his exercise for an hour at a foot's pace up and down this conservatory, often with some friend at his side to cheer him up and while away the time until he re-entered the house, for he was not allowed at that period to go out of doors. Even in this feeble condition, 'quantùm mutatus ab illo Hectore,' once on horseback, he appeared to revive; and the dexterity147 and ease with which he managed, like a plaything, the spirited animal under him, which had scarcely left its stable for months, was most surprising."
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During the last days of his existence he rested rather than took exercise on that noble animal the horse, which for seventy years he had so resolutely148 and yet so considerately governed. His mind, in its declining hours, had also its support. Throughout his life, without ostentation149 and often in secret, he had been charitable to people of various conditions. Of the two thousand workmen in his quarries150, scarcely one of them had ever been taken before a magistrate151 for dishonesty. Never was he known, if properly requested, to refuse to give a site for a church or even for a Dissenting152 chapel153. Both he and Mrs. Smith invariably went to church on foot, it being a rule with them never, except in case of illness, to have either carriage or horse out on Sundays.
A few weeks after he had completed his eighty-second year he had a sudden attack of the same symptoms which had shaken him so severely154 in 1856. In a moment of consciousness, evidently aware of his approaching end, pointing to his faithful valet, he said to his devoted155 wife, "Take care of that man!" and when Mrs. Smith left the room, he said to her maid, "Watch over your mistress; take care of her." A few hours afterwards—
"Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history"—
on the 9th of September, 1858, while Mrs. Smith's sister was watching by his bedside, a slight change came over194 his countenance, but before the doctors or even his valet could be summoned,—with a gentle sigh expired Thomas Assheton Smith, bequeathing, on half a sheet of writing-paper, the whole of his vast possessions, producing from 50,000l. to 55,000l. a year, to his widow (who survived him only a few months); and moreover leaving behind him a name that will long be remembered not only by the farmers and riding men of the counties he hunted, but by all who are disposed fairly and justly to appreciate the lights and shadows which constitute the character of "The English Country Gentleman," one only of whose recreations we have endeavoured to delineate to our readers in the foregoing slight sketches of those three gallant animals—the Horse, the Fox, and last, though not least, the Foxhunter.
[I]Like William of Deloraine, "good at need."
[J]Prince Ernest, brother to Prince Albert.
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