1 6 Saddle and Sirloin. 



when he arrived in the metropolis, John was not very 

 constant to his Derby love during the winter. At 

 Perth he was a well-known character, driving through 

 in his trap to Scone, or in Paton the gunsmith's shop, 

 up to his crupper in fishing-rods and breech-loaders, 

 or talking to Speedie about his salmon takes. He 

 died after a very short illness at Scone, and he was 

 buried at Moneydie Church, about two miles from 

 Lynedoch, on the banks of a little stream which falls 

 into that Tay he loved so dearly, near the salmon- 

 breeding ponds at Stormontfield.* 



Time has wrought some changes at Dr. Grant's 

 since we first wrote of the doings of the Master of 

 the Teviotdale.t First and foremost, the Doctor has 

 foresworn celibacy, and has found a helpmate as fond 

 and as beloved of the hounds as himself, and as 

 daring in the saddle, when she dons her blue habit on 

 a fox or otter-hunting morning. The Liddesdale 

 Hunt remembers well how five or six seasons since 

 she won the brush on her grey pony. In fact, the 

 Doctor has consistently reversed George Herbert's 

 saying of " a horse made, and a wife to make." The 

 step quite took Hawick by surprise. The Kirk 

 Session clerk thought it was a hoax-, when the Doctor 

 handed him the guinea and the proclamation for kirk 



* A local paper, the Crieff Journal, has the following lines to his 

 memory, which shows that in his humble walk, he has left some " foot- 

 prints on the sands of Time," in both the places where he lived and did 

 his duty so well. They run as follows : " Weeping echoes in the Braes 

 of Lynedoch and Abercairney :" 



" Alas ! he's gone. Who's gone? 

 Honest John White gone ; 

 Neither laird nor statesman he, 

 Nor boasting of high pedigree, 

 But proud of country and of home, 

 A leal true-hearted Scotsman, gone ; 

 Firm in duty, sportsman rare, 

 Constant friend, man everywhere." 



t See ''Field and Fern" (South), pp. 171-201. 



