Clock and watchmaker and registrar of births and deaths.

George was a clock and watch-maker and shared the business withhis father and elder brother Thomas. He was extremely clever,and utilised his mechanical genius for many devices, some ofwhich were highly amusing.When as a boy, he played a prank with the Royal coat-of-arms inthe church. The coat-of-arms hung on the wall of the towerinside the church, in front of a small belfry window above thepulpit. Unknown to anyone, he painted out the lion's paw,affixed a false paw made of tin, attached it to a wire which hecarried through the window and connected it to the workings ofthe clock. The following sunday, while the sermon was beingpreached, the clock struck twelve and the lion's paw moved upand down with the strokes of the hour. All eyes were fixed onthe coat-of-arms and the vicar said:"Either I must stoppreaching or Thomas Osmond must stop the clock".

Another mechanical arrangement of his, constructed in lateryears, was a soucre of constant pleasure to his grandchildren.A stuffed cuckoo on a perch in a glass case on the wall of hissitting room was connected by wires with the kitchen clock onthe opposite side of the wall. At the quarters, the cuckoo bowedits head and said "cuckoo" once, twice or three times, the soundbeing produced by two very small organ pipes cleverly arrangedinside the bird.

For his Golden Wedding anniversary he composed the followingverses:
In eighteen hundred and ninteen
My thoughts on wedlock did begin,
As I did not like a single life,
I thought I would try to get a wife.
One Sunday night I took a walk,
Finding my head was full of thought,
Before I had passed the first half-mile
I met a nice girl and she gave me a smile.
I asked her at once to take my arm,
Thinking that could be no harm,
But she said "You must not go quite home
As I do not wish this to be known."
We then shook hands and said "Good night",
Hoping all would turn out right,
At parting I asked for another meet,
She blushed, but said "Yes, once next week."

I scarcely then knew what to do
That week seemed quite as long as two,
When we again met, to my delight
I found that all was going right.
As time rolled on our love grew strong,
We thought it wrong to tarry,
We got consent of all concerned,
And made up our minds to marry.
In eighteen hundred and twenty-three,
The union took place of my spouse and me,
I never shall forget the time
The old church bells began to chime.
In sixteen years or about that time,
Our sons and daughters numbered nine,
But now they are reduced to seven,
I hope the rest are gone to heaven.
Fifty years we have lived as man and wife,
Without one single day of strife,
And when it's decreed from this world to sever,
I hope we shall die and be buried together.
These lines are written this day by me,
It being our Wedding Jubilee.
Jan. 29th 1873.