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was such a Don Giovanni) was a piebald pony. He 

 was perfectly well till just before his death, which was 

 caused by some one giving him a feed of whole oats, 

 which he was unable to masticate ; and they buried 

 him near some loose boxes in a paddock which the 

 Abbot of the White Canons of Easby surveyed of 

 yore from his study window. A stone that had once 

 been the crosiered tomb of a cardinal, but had 

 gradually mingled with the ruins, and then served as 

 threshold to the box where Weatherbit now stands, 

 is built into the wall to mark the spot ; and thus, 

 to a certain extent, Buckle's last Derby winner is 

 canonized. 

 Easby Abbey. ^^^ ^ picturesque combination of ruins 

 and blood stock, commend us to that 

 Swaledale Valley where he moulders, on a summer's 

 afternoon. We had begun, like veritable racing 

 pilgrims, at the Catterick Grand Stand, which seems 

 to have been crossed in and in, till all trace of the 

 original house has gone, and it has become a venerable 

 brick balcony, doing duty as a granary for fifty-one 

 weeks in the year. And so we leave that little 

 meadow course, with its lofty line of ash and elm, its 

 haystacks, and its hurdles ; and pleasant thoughts 

 arise of "the chocolate of Hornby," ready for all 

 comers, and of Sir Tatton in his prime, winning a 

 pipe of port on Sunley, and cheered as he rides 

 back to scale by scores of foxhunters, who were right 

 proud to 



"Let Uckerby boast of the feats of the Raby, 

 And Ravenscar tell what the Hurworth have done," 



— as we saunter, scorning the rail, through the 

 ponderous urn-topped gates, down the river-side to 

 Richmond. It boots not, when we reach the ruins of 

 Easby, that Royaldus, High Constable of Richmond, 

 is buried there. We wonder much more who one 

 " Fuller, of Newmarket, aged 83," can be ; and we 



