AND TIMES OF JOHN OSBORNE 7 



In viewing the countrvside one almost imagines that 

 Burns had it in his mind's eye when he wrote — 



" The partridge loves the fruitful fells ; 



The plover loves the mouutains ; 

 The Avoodcock haunts the lonely dells ; 



The soaring hern the fountains : 

 Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves, 



The path of man to shun it ; 

 The hazel-bush o'erhangs the thrush, 



The spreading thorn the linnet." 



Quitting Middleham for the nonce, and its dim past, 

 let the wayfarer wend his way to the not far distant 

 " God's acre " at Coverham Church, and meditate 

 awhile amongst the tombs. The grey December day 

 adds to the solemn grace of the scene. Here, released 

 from the strife of the racecourse and the " damned 

 iteration " of the ring, lie some worthies who come 

 within the scope of this story. In a cjuiet corner of the 

 peaceful place a tombstone bearing the following 

 comes into view: — 



IX AFFECTIONATE REMEMBRANCE OF 



HARHY GRIMSHAW, 

 Who died 4th Octobee, 186G, 



IN THE 2Gth YEAR OF HIS AGE. 



" In the midst of Life \vc are in death." 



After reading that simple epitaph one recalls that 

 poor Harry Grimshaw, cut off in the flower of his 

 manhood through a fatal trap accident at Newmarket, 

 was the " pilot " of the mighty Gladiateur. He had 

 not long become the devoted husband of Miss Osborne, 

 in accordance with whose wish the famous jockey's 



