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not the least comfortable reminiscence which an Englishman carries 

 away with him from any place of passing interest ; and that is Ann, 

 faithful Ann, that white-bibbed paragon of natty spruceness the 

 housekeeper. She came, nobody knows how many years ago, to 

 nurse the former housekeeper, an old friend of hers, who was ill, and 

 who died at Warlaby ; and Ann continued until Master could find 

 one to suit him, which he never did, and so Ann remained still ; and 

 many are the visitors who can testify to the excellence of the pigeon 

 pies, apricot tarts, and other delectable cates, which those brisk and 

 clever hands have fabricated." 



This is a delightful picture, and we are happy to chronicle it in 

 such happy connection. " The good old man " died with the resig- 

 nation of a Christian, October 31, 1864, at the ripe age of seventy-six 

 years, and was buried " beneath the shade of the old gray tower of 

 Ainderby, which looks down upon the scene of his useful and quiet 

 labors. But Warlaby is there still, and his kith and kin retain its 

 hall and herd." 



We here take our leave of Mr. Carr and his interesting history, 

 and can only refer those wishing further particulars relating to the 

 recent breeding of the Booth stock, to the book itself. The present 

 Thomas C. Booth succeeded to the Warlaby estate, and a considera- 

 ble part of the herd, on the death of his uncle Richard. The labors 

 and sagacity of the Booth family father and sons whatever merits 

 may be truthfully given to their contemporaries, place them, with the 

 Collings, in the roll of benefactors. As to the improvements made 

 by the Booths in the style or merits of their stock we have little, if 

 anything to say, as so many of their cattle, and their direct descend- 

 ants, are now alive, both in England and America, that every observer 

 can form his own individual opinion. In their practice of breeding 

 they followed the Collings ; that is, breeding chiefly within the blood 

 of their own herds, only going beyond them when they supposed by 

 such course they could supply a deficiency of quality, and that 

 object achieved, returning to their own blood as the polar star of 

 their progress. That they bred eminently fine cattle no one will 

 dispute; but whether they have proved preeminent in all the fine 

 qualities which perfect a Short-horn, those conversant with them 

 will judge. They have a style, in some respects, peculiarly their own, 

 and as with all other animals of prominent mark, have their warm 

 advocates, as well as those who look upon them with less favor. 



