IN MEMORIAM: JOHN WILLIAM CHALONER. 115 
and water at eight, shoots all day, dines on bread and water at six, 
and goes to bed without nightcap.’ He was not quite so abstemious. 
He was fond of tobacco. _ You would often see him driving with his 
pipe in his mouth, and he smoked an ounce of ‘ black shag’ every 
day for 40 years. Did this account for his abounding health at 83 ? 
Always an optimist, he saw the bright side of things. He had much 
bonhomie. If you met him ata station, he would put his head out 
of window to give one notice, with radiant smiles, of some important 
‘find’ or piscatorial catch. He was highly popular, a perfect gentle- 
man of great integrity, and was liked by all who knew him. : 
T had almost forgot his bee-keeping, every detail of which subject 
was familiar to him. His hives were in his exquisite old garden, 
amongst wild plants, as well as cultivated ones. He attended to 
this garden himself until recent years, and here he grew the famous 
‘Newton seedling’ strawberry which he raised from a sport, and 
which has brought so much money to the pockets of nurserymen, 
although he derived no advantage from it himself. 
Space forbids, or much might be written of the Newton garden. 
It was often admired, and was the paradise of his pet cats, of which 
I once counted seven. In this garden he used to watch for the 
Hawfinch, Nuthatch, Crossbill, and other favourites, and a friend 
once lamenting that he couldn’t find the Gagea Jufea in its 
accustomed habitat, Chaloner remarked ‘I should be surprised to 
hear of you finding it, for I have had every plant removed to my 
garden!’ Quite recently our old friend was appointed a Con- 
servator of Salmon Fishery on the Wharfe, and he was a repre- 
sentative Governor of Oglethorpe’s and Dawson’s Schools. He 
was a many-sided man, and thorough, and punctual in all he 
undertook. 
Mr. Chaloner began the restoration of his pretty church last 
year mainly at his own expense. It was a plucky and benevolent 
thing for an octogenarian to do. It is now completed, but 
unfortunately he did not live to see the finished work. His grave, 
' Close by, is still covered by fresh wreaths, many of them from 
children, showing how the young people loved him. Several young 
men of talent and social status have to ascribe their present position 
to Mr. Chaloner’s forethought, in finding out their abilities and 
getting them into the social circle and helping them to the sphere 
they now adorn by their early perceived qualifications. 
The patron saint of Newton Kyme Church, singularly enough, is 
St. Andrew, the grand old fisherman, as was the good old Rector 
who lashed the Wharfe for half a century ! 
Boston Spa. Joun EmMet. 
April 1854. 
