32 Saddle and Sirloin. 



jockeys a 5<D/. note, if he had won a good event, simply 

 " for auld lang syne." With all his foibles, he was a 

 glorious old landmark to the Turf; and while he was 

 still among us, defying the roll of the ages, with his 

 quaint garb and blunt speech, some may perchance 

 have felt that his presence was a wholesome cor- 

 rective to the modern spirit, which has lowered " the 

 sport of kings" into a doubtful trade a contest for 

 honour into a lust for long odds, 



CHAPTER II. 



11 He loved the twilight that surrounds 

 The border land of old romance ; 

 Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, 

 And banner waves and trumpet sounds 

 And ladies ride with hawk on wrist 



And mighty warriors sweep along, 

 Magnified by the purple mist, 



The dusk of centuries and of song. " 



Longfellow. 



The late Sir James Graham, his farming tastes Recollections of Car- 

 lisle Meeting the Judges Old Posting Times Loyal Tom King 

 Jack Ainslie and his Gretna Green tactics. 



FROM Longtown to Land's End is our allotted 

 journey. When our Scottish travels on the 

 Cheviot side of the country were ended, and we were 

 once more in the Border land, we tied our mare to the 

 church wicket at Arthuret, and sought the grave of 

 Sir James Graham. There he rests from his toil, be- 

 neath the ash and the sycamore on the north-east side 

 of the chancel. Nothing is placed over it save a red 

 sandstone flag with the inscription, " J. R. G. Graham, 

 Bart., born June 1st, 1792, died Oct. 2$tk, 1861." It 

 was his last wish that he should have this simple burial 

 among his tenants and neighbours. 



Sir James's stay at Netherby depended very much 



