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the gleam of scarlet in the autumn woodland, nor 

 could he seek the solace which he knew so well 

 how to find in his library. For seventeen long 

 years Warburton was stone-blind from glaucoma. 

 It was then a pathetic sight to see him still moving 

 about through the beautiful garden he had created 

 and the landscape which he had embellished. 

 Moving briskly too ; for he used to take as his 

 guide a life-long friend, an aged gardener called 

 Peter Burgess, who wore a leathern belt upon which 

 his master kept a firm hold as they wandered 

 through the woods and lanes. But so greatly did 

 his master appreciate open-air exercise to the last, 

 that old Burgess was not able to give him enough ; 

 so a terrace was made 220 yards long, with a wire 

 beside it. With his stick on the wire Warburton 

 would pace to and fro here alone, a bell at each end 

 of the wire warnins; him when he reached the end 

 of his tether. . . . 



Rowland Egerton-Warburton breathed his last at 

 Arley Hall on 6th December, 1891. No pomp of 

 plumes or gloomy mourning-coaches were suffered 

 to mark the close of this gentle life. The body 

 was laid on a lorry draped with scarlet cloth and 

 drawn by the workmen on the estate for three 

 miles through the leafless woods to its resting-place 

 in the churchyard of Great Budworth. 



The Rt. Hon. Sir Herbert Maxwell, Bart. 



