Hetha never had any children but she brought up her brother Horace's daughter Anne. She once owned this photograph (right) of an unknown woman. It has Milfield Ninths on the back.
Jane had one child with Horace called Maria (Mia), born in 1868. Mia was orphaned and was the sole heiress of Ewart Park. She married her cousin George Grey Butler the son of Josephine. Josephine was also her godmother. They lived at Ewart and at Wimbledon. George was thrown from a horse in Richmond and had his skull fractured. They had three children Hetha, Horace and Irene. She died after giving birth to Irene.
Jane Eliza was the third child of George Annett Grey and Elizabeth Boyd Neil.
Hetha had Grey ancestors on both sides. Her grandmother was Josephine but this is not her. This photo was probably taken in the 1860s or 70s so it could be Jane Morton George Annett's second wife, Jane Eliza's step mother? It is unlikely to be a St. Paul or a Butler since it was taken at Milfield.

Jane Eliza Grey

Born 8th May 1842 at Milfield Hill

Married Sir Horace St Paul Bart

Died at Ewart 9 Jan 1881

9 North View Wimbledon, (crossed out) Station Hotel Newcastle Jan 19 1893

My dearest Mother Today has passed and gone, and Mia and I are husband and wife. It was a fine yellow sunrise with a soft feeling in the air, & long bars of cloud rested across the saffron sky where the sun was rising as I looked out of my window at Milfield at 7.30 a.m. It promised fine weather, & though at 9 there was a slight drifting shower, the morning’s promise was splendidly fulfilled. We have been blessed with the finest day of the whole winter. The Milfield party started in 3 conveyances, at 10 a.m. sharp. No 1 contained Peter, Ralph, Freda and Olive (in white and gold) No 2 contained Christian, Hen, Capt Burton and me, and the 2 boys Neil and Ivor. The third contained the Milfield servants. I had a new frock coat, lilac tie, and straw-coloured gloves & was by common consent agreed to be an awful swell. Capt Burton was the only other one who had a frock coat, as he was to be best man. We drove the long way to Kirknewton, past Ewart Lodge gates, and through Akeld, about 6 miles. The sun came out and shone upon the dear old hills, and made me love them more than ever. When we reached the church we found the Mortons, & Aunt Elizabeth & Tully, George Rea already there: they were going up the churchyard path to the church door. Then Capt Burton and I took our places in the chancel arch, & saw Stanley and Sargant appear through the entrance door, followed by others. Then a hymn began, & after a verse or two I saw Peter’s face very solemn, coming slowly up the aisle, & Mia on his arm, holding her head high, & stepping along in a dignified manner, not looking to the right hand or the left, & her splendid ?orgam-white train born up by the two little toddling chaps in light & dark blue, & Freda Grey between them. The service was as you know it to be. Mia said all she had to say in a clear firm voice, with no trace of nervousness. As we turned to come down the aisle after the service was over, it was very pretty to see Bob and Jack Rea following round with the rain in a wide circle, so solemnly dutiful leaving us no room to turn so that the train should be kept “taut” the whole time. After we had signed the register, in which Mia is described as being of the rank or profession of a Countess of the Holy Roman Empire, and I as a barrister at law, we went out arm in arm across the churchyard to our carriage which was lined with white inside, & started at the head of the procession of vehicles to Ewart. Twice on the way we met a rope held across the road, which stopped the horses, till we had flung sixpences and threepenny bits out for a scramble, & we were delayed with showers of rice by the hinds’ wives and daughters all laughing from ear to ear. On reaching Ewart Lodge we drove rapidly down the Wilderness Road, & in front of the house, the Ewart hands & shepherds met us, took the horses out of the shafts, & rattled us along by tugging ropes, and cheering lustily. Thus we came round to the front door where Mia’s two maids & Dormer (looking very pleased) received us as we alighted. We bowed to the assembly of carriage-pullers, & walked in, & took up our station in the Drawing Room & received the other members of the wedding party as they arrived. They came up & shook hands (or kissed) in turn, & made their several congratulations. Cyril & Sargant & Capt. & Miss Orde turned up, but Capt. Vane was unable to come. Then after general talk & the arrival of Mr & Mrs Askew Robertson, we were summoned by the gong to breakfast Mia and I headed the procession and took the two big chairs in the middle of the table: & we remembered that you were just behind our heads (in spirit). The Askews & Mortons lent 3 smart liveried footmen, & Dormer looked funny waiting among them, with rather short evening dress trousers, pink socks, & slippers! There was no speechifying; Mr. Askew proposed our healths saying he hoped the fine sunny day, was an augury of a sunny married life (or words to that effect). Then we too left the table, changed, & went off in a shower of rice to Cornhill. Half way we halted & made the driver remove all the wedding favours, & flattered ourselves nobody would “twig “us. But on reaching the station I saw 2 slippers ?hanging tied to the axles. We had a quiet journey here and we are going to have a complete rest. Your loving George.

County & Station Hotel, Carlisle. Written in our own room Saturday Jan 21 1893 9.P.M. Dearest Mother When I wrote to you from Newcastle I only told you the main outlines of what went on at our wedding. I now sit down with more time to tell you a little more. Among the invited people Capt. Vane I am sorry to say was at the last moment unable to come. So my own friends were reduced to the good Sargant. He travelled up on Tuesday night, got out at Akeld on Wednesday morning, & walked over to Milfield to lunch, & then came on to Ewart. I had already gone over to Ewart on Wednesday morning with Peter and Capt. Burton, & stayed with the latter to lunch & tea, as I wanted to see as much as I could of Mia. While Mia and I and Miss Orde (her cousin) were having afternoon tea in the Tapestry Room, in came Sargant who had fallen in with Capt Burton & Miss Askew as they were out for an afternoon walk. Burton and he know each other, having met at St Andrews. Sargant was thirsty and enjoyed his tea, having had a good deal of walking. His object had been to utilise a day taken from office work by getting a walk amongst the hills. Stanley & Rhoda & Bob were away at Milfield all the afternoon, having started off in Mia’s phaeton, to drive to Milfield. As they started they seemed to waggle from side to side of the road a good deal, & ran into the gate at the entrance to Ewart: this must be attributed to the fact that Stanley & Rhoda have neither of them driven for a good many years. However they managed to get to Milfield and back. After having afternoon tea, Capt Burton and I, leaving Sargant at Ewart where Mia had assigned him a room, went back to Milfield across the fields & getting back about 6 found Ralph Tweeddell in the drawing room, ready, & just preparing to go up & dress for dinner, which we did likewise. I was glad on awakening on Thursday morning to see the sun preparing to rise quickly, with a yellow sky & soft horizontal clouds across it; for I had all along told Mia we should have a fine day for our wedding, when she was gloomily prognosticating frost and snow & blue nosed bridesmaids. ?Ruis/ Mis, too, as long ago as the days when we were in Switzerland together. But I did not even then at 7.30 A. M. realise that we were going to have the finest day of the whole winter to be married in- for so it turned out. A short but heavy shower came on at 9.30, but at 10.00 a.m. when we started to drive to Kirknewton, there were gleams of sun, & a soft mild wind; and the further we went, the more the sun came out, & the more beautiful the country looked. The brown withered bracken on Yeavering & Hetha looked bright and warm & the hill on which the Lanton toothpick stands was bathed in soft yellow winter sunshine. The tower of Kirknewton Church was also in the sun, & though the roll of matting Mia had ordered never turned up, the path to the church door was dry enough for practical purposes. I have told you about the service- As Mia and I were coming out after signing the Register, Aunt Tully came up and kissed us both affectionately. I took this in part as a greeting from you. It was what you would have done if you had been there. She asked God to bless us. When we reached the Wilderness Gate of Ewart we passed under a triumphal arch, made of fir-boughs, on which was an inscription “Welcome to Mr. and Mrs Butler” Then near the house the two grey horses were taken out of our carriage, and as the hands & servants towed us home, we passed under a second arch, at the big gate below the belfry; on which was “Health and Happiness”. There was a blue red and white flag flying above it, and the Union Jack was flying on the mart on the tower of Ewart. Mia and I held a little reception in the tapestry room before breakfast (lunch really) and Mr & Mrs Askew & a daughter came then, not having been at the wedding in church. Mia looked so sweet & quite radiant in her bridal dress & veil with a large bouquet in her hand, and my wedding gift (an opal crescent) in her hair. She and I left the wedding breakfast early, to change into our travelling clothes. I was amused at Dormer during the breakfast. He had got himself up in what he regarded as first-class style, and it was all right as far as his dress suit & white tie went: but unluckily the trousers were a little short, & he had loose slippers on, and most unfortunately the colour of his socks, which were very conspicuous, was a light pink. There were 3 other flunkeys waiting too, lent by the Mortons & Askews, in most correct livery; & Dormer was in comic contrast to them in his self adopted uniform; & didn’t seem at all put out, but bustled them along- he carving, & they distributing. I must however wean Dormer gently from the practice of wearing pink socks & loose slippers in the daytime. He stays behind at Ewart to re-pack the wedding presents, which were all on show in the porch room. Your black diamond necklace & bracelets attracted much admiration, as they reclined in their white satin case. Lord Francis Hervey, on Monday, when I said goodbye to him at the office, very kindly & unexpectedly gave me 2 books in a rather shy manner, & wondered if I would mind accepting them as a wedding present. I was touched at this spontaneous act of good will. Uncle Monty has given us a beautiful edition of all Browning’s Poems. Sargant gave us 8 very pretty venetian finger glasses. So may people have sent me presents that I feel overcome by their kindness & cannot think myself worthy of it all. The funniest present was from Geoffrey Warburton. It was a cane-handled umbrella: luckily it was not needed at the wedding. As Mia and I drove away I called her to my window of the carriage to take last look at the front of Ewart bathed in afternoon sun, & looking bright yellow I said it would be pleasant to her to carry away that impression. We stayed Thursday night in the comfortable new station hotel at Newcastle. Yesterday we came on here, stopping an hour & a half at Corbridge, where I took Mia up the hill to Dilston to see the Castle. It is kept in good order, the cows are shut out & a few creepers are trained up the west front. A foxhunting party were just returning from the day’s sport, & the hounds ?tumbled past down the road to Corbridge. Mia is feeling very tired today poor thing, so I persuaded her to go to bed after afternoon tea & get a rest- else she would have joined me in writing to you. She sends her best love, & so do I. Your very loving son, George
Above: Horace George St Paul Butler's grave in Kirknewton. 1898-1971.
Below: George Grey Butler's letter to his mother Josephine after his wedding to Mia.
George Butler's letters were photographed at Brownslaw, the home of Angela Holmes nee Grey in the 1980s. It is not known if the originals still exist. Woodhorn Museum has some Butler archives which include a photograph of Mia in her wedding dress and in the dining room at Ewart.

Reprinted from the Proceedings of the Berwickshire Naturalists Club.

Mrs George Grey Butler. By Watson Askew-Robertson,
Esq., Pallinsburn.
ON April 30th 1901, in Doddington Churchyard, a highly valued Honorary Member of this Club was laid to rest, to the inexpressible grief of her husband and children, and to the deep sorrow of a wide circle of friends, in every rank of life.
Mrs G. G. Butler of Ewart Park, a countess of the Holy Roman Empire, was descended from an ancestry, on both sides, that for many long years had played an important part in history.
Her great grandfather, Count St. Paul, served as an officer with great distinction in the Austrian army, daring the seven years war, and for his services was created a Count of the Holy Roman Empire—a title transmitted to his great grand -daughter.
Her grand-father, Sir Horace St. Paul, a colonel in the army and M.P. for Bridport, and her uncle, Henry St, Paul, M.P. for Berwick, both sat many years in Parliament; and her father was taken away from her, she was his constant and inseparable companion. Very early in life she displayed considerable literary ability, and when quite a child amused herself by writing some books, that not only showed great talent and imagination, but also contained a fund of knowledge it was difficult to realize that one so young, and leading so very quiet and retired a life, could acquire.
Her father, a great admirer of Shakespeare, fostered in her a love and reverence for that greatest of all masters of human nature, and she was a life-long student of his writings. After her marriage, when she came with her husband to reside at Ewart, she promoted the establishment of a club for Shakespeare readings, which met on certain days at the houses of the different ladies that composed it, and tended to make those immortal plays more widely known, and appreciated, than they had been before on Tillside.
In 1891, after a long illness, in which she nursed him most devotedly and tenderly, Sir Horace St. Paul died, and at the age of 23 she was left alone in the world; but after two years, she was fortunate enough to form a most happy marriage with her cousin, and for eight years few people have passed pleasanter or more useful lives. United to a husband of kindred literary tastes, blessed with healthy and clever children, surrounded by objects of art, and collections of every sort and kind that can create interest or charm the eye; possessing a most delightful home and beautiful surroundings, endowed with talents and tastes that enabled her to take a wide and intelligent interest in all local, as well as scientific matters, her life promised to be one of advantage to her neighbours, and a blessing to herself and family. But such was not to be. In the prime and flower of womanhood, just when a mother's care seemed most needed by her children, and a wife's help required by a husband, like her mother (seemingly too soon) she was called away, and her pure bright spirit passed into the presence of its Creator.
Her family and her intimate friends will long cherish her memory, by those resident on her estate, and those whom her kindness assisted.
In her the Berwickshire Naturalists' Club had a very ardent supporter, and one who not only welcomed them to her house, and displayed to them the treasures accumulated by her ancestors, but delighted especially in accompanying her husband to the meetings of the Club, and adding to her store of antiquarian lore and botanical and geological information, that she was never wearied of increasing.
“Bright be the place of thy soul,
No lovelier spirit than thine,
E'er burst from its mortal control
In the orbs of the blessed to shine.
On earth thou wert all but divine,
As thy soul shall immortally be;
And our sorrow may cease to repine,
When we know that thy God it with thee.”
“ Light be the turf on thy tomb,
May its verdure like emerald be;
There should not be the shadow of gloom
In ought that reminds us of thee.
Young Flowers and an evergreen tree
May spring from the spot of thy rest,
But nor cypress nor yew let as see,
For why should we mourn for the blest."