226 Saddle and Sirtoin. 



shot from the house. No frowning fence severs the 

 living from the dead : 



" Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, 

 Is marked by no distinguishable line," 



and the lawn seems gradually to ripple off into grassy 

 hillocks, 'neath the yew and the silver fir. Many a 

 stone can tell of family-servants grown hoary, and 

 gone to their rest. A simple cross is there, not to 

 mark a sleeper, but " to preserve in his native village" 

 the memory of a Sledmere soldier-lad who fell in the 

 Crimea ; and among them, on the north side of the 

 chancel shared with one whiD spent nearly forty 

 years in works of good at his side is the grave of Sir 

 Tatton. 



The park vista, from the front door away to the 

 Castle Field woods, presented an ever varying group 

 of mares and foals ; but among them, day after day, 

 as two o'clock draws near, there is no longer the well- 

 known figure on the black, and latterly the dark 

 chestnut, and Snarry, in his snow-white jacket, as in- 

 terpreter to a small troop of friends on foot or horse- 

 back, who have " come to look round." Now they 

 would be scanning a short-legged chestnut Hampton, 

 or a bigger white-legged one by Pyrrhus, such as only 

 the King of Italy could tempt from those pastures ; 

 then a brown, thick-set Caster; a smart chestnut, 

 whose dark mahogany hue and tail-crest " testify of 

 Daniel ;" and bays and browns by Sleight-of-Hand, 

 of which Snarry observes, in an almost defiant tone, 

 " We can challenge any stud in England with our 

 Sleight-of-Hand mares. Bring what they like, we'll 

 meet them /" There, too, " giving colour" to the land- 

 scape, are a few White Stumps mares, the last of their 

 clan, and emblems of a time when Delpini and Sir 

 Mark's Camillus made the Yorkshire greys such effec- 

 tive place-getters. Still, of all his greys, Sfr Tatton 

 liked a Smolensko mare best the Stumps necks did 



