Date-stamped : 11 Jul97 - 02:19
The epitaph of Alfred Mynn, the greatest of Kent cricketers who died
in 1861 at the age of 54. 

With his tall and stately presence, with his nobly moulded form,
His broad hand was ever open, his brave heart was ever warm,
All were proud of him, all loved him.... as the changing seasons pass,
As our champion lies a-sleeping underneath the Kentish grass,
Proudly, sadly, we will name him - to forget him were a sin - 
Lightly lie the turf upon thee, kind and manly Alfred Mynn. 

<END> Contributed by Dave Liverman (wgg@cricinfo.com)