Posted by Admin on 25 May 2006, 12:00 am
Allowing for the fact that memoirs often tend
to eulogise, he would appear a paragon –
benevolent, to anger slow, hospitable,
and wise –
a man considered worthy of a monument,
the obelisk extant on Bembridge Down, towards which
his yachting colleagues gave two hundred pounds.
A wealthy man, to boot, the Falcon, launched
by List of Wootton Bridge in eighteen twenty-four
(a full-rigged ship employing fifty men) a toy within
his means.
But, strangely antinomic, his biographers
recount express demands for naval discipline,
which meant the cat-o’-nine-tails might be used
for misdemeanour – edicts inconsistent with
his Lordship’s known humanity.
Of charitable mind, we much prefer to think
that this outrageous Yarborough hand was never played.
From The Hounds of Cridmore and Other Isle of Wight Poems, a book of Mr Hudson’s poetry with many illustrations by Heather Cobb.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
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