and went forth to walk to Thoresby, the seat of Lord Manvers, distant between five and six miles from Welbeck, and where Lord George was to make a visit of two days.  In consequence of this his valet drove over to Thoresby at the same time to meet his master.  But the master never came.  At length the anxious servant returned to Welbeck, and called up the groom who had driven him over to Thoresby, and who was in bed, and enquired whether he had seen anything of Lord George on the way back, as his Lord had never reached Thoresby.  The groom got up, and along with the valet and two others, took lanthorns and followed the footpath which they had seen Lord George pursuing as they themselves went to Thoresby.

“About a mile from the Abbey, on the path which they had observed him following, lying close to the gate which separates a water meadow from the deer park, they found the body of Lord George Bentinck.  He was lying on his face; his arms were under his body, and in one hand he grasped his walking-stick.  His hat was a yard or two before him, having evidently been thrown off in falling.  The body was cold and stiff.  He had been long dead.

“A woodman and some peasants passing near the spot, about two hundred yards from the gate in question, had observed Lord George, whom at the distance they had mistaken for his brother, the Marquis of Titchfield, leaning against this gate.  It was then about half-past four o’clock, or it might be a quarter to five, so he could not have left his home much more than half-an-hour.  The woodman and his companions thought ’the gentleman’ was reading, as he held his head down.  One of them lingered for a minute looking at the gentleman, who then turned round, and might have seen these passers-by, but he made no sign to them.

“Thus it seems that the attack, which was supposed to be a spasm of the heart, was not instantaneous in its effects, but with proper remedies, might have been baffled.  Terrible to think of him in his death-struggle without aid and so near a devoted hearth.  For that hearth too, what an inpending future!

“The terrible news reached Nottingham on the morning of the 22nd, at half-past nine o’clock, and immediately telegraphed to London, was announced by a second edition of the Times to the country.  Consternation and deep grief fell upon all men.  One week later, the remains arrived from Welbeck at Harcourt House, to be entombed in the family vault of the Bentincks, that is to be found in a small building in a dingy street, now a chapel of ease, but in old days the Parish Church among the fields of the pretty village of Marylebone.

“The day of the interment was dark and cold, and drizzling.  Although the last offices were performed in the most scrupulously private manner, the feelings of the community could not be repressed.  From nine till eleven o’clock that day all the British shipping in the docks and the river, from London Bridge to Gravesend, hoisted their flags half-mast high, and minute guns were fired from appointed stations along the Thames.  The same mournful ceremony was observed in all the ports of England and Ireland; and not only in these, for the flag was half-mast high on every British ship at Antwerp, at Rotterdam, at Havre.