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he seems an adept. But let us cast down countries, he remarks, the only our eye, quoth he, on the overhanging spire, seen at a distance in the baze of hedges; and with equal enthusiasm morning, appears to have had its use and knowledge he descants on the bo- in directing the traveller when lost. tany of the parish. The following is Salisbury spire is seen in almost every surely a very beautiful passage : direction, at nearly thirty miles disa

tance. Tilbury, in Gloucestershire, “I wish I could shew that beautiful small red flower that in spring shoots as if and the various steeples in the levels

of Leicestershire and Lincolnshire, ambitious of shewing itself through the green under the unfrequented hedges—and present the same pleasing variety in a

flat uniform country. Shenstone has • Makes so gay the solitary place, sketched such a picture very pleasantWhere no eye sees it.'-Cowper.

ly, in his sweet poem, “ The School“ It is now gone with its sisters, the

Mistress" violets ; but we want not beauty, for look, as far as the eye can see, in July, the whole “ In every village mark'd by little spire, bank is radiant with the purple bloom of a' Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to geranium, as beautiful as any of the five fame," &c. hundred of the same species which the His. The massy square tower, with but. torian of the county in his sumptuous

tresses and battlements, has a more green-house can boast; which smile there

solemn effect in a rich and cultivated in rows, and seem to look consciously on each other like fine gentlemen and ladies, country, and gives a peculiarly intedespising the rustic, but beautiful, peasant. resting character to eminences that are flower of the fields. This geranium, so

not sufficiently elevated or aspiring, to abundant in our hedges, is called botanibecome picturesque themselves. A cally, I believe, geranium campestre, and slender spire, or battlemented tower, it unites the elegance of the cultivated ge- harmonize equally well when partially ranium with the simplicity of the hedge- discovered above surrounding woods. primrose. There is also the geranium co- Nothing can equal in picturesque beaulumbinum vulgare, flore minore cæruleo. ty the towers and churches in SoAnd now, reader, you are welcome to

mersetshire. Banwell Church, as a Maud Heath's stone.

“We will here, at this corner of the road, parochial edifice, is perhaps the most turn short to the left, and winding small

perfect in the kingdom. circuit, cross, by the village path-way, the

" Towers and battlements it sees, glebe-lands, which are sprinkled with wood Bosom’d high in tufted trees." like a small park. From hence we look down on the village, and the church, and landscape in wooded plains, or rising

Seen as an accompaniment to the parsonage ; and from this stile, the old abruptly from the bosom of the pictumost prominently among the elms before resque landscape, at morning and even. us."

ing, and associated with so many feel-,

ings of interest, the massy tower, or Here we are, then, in view of the the tapering spire, do indeed add a Church and Parsonage ; but before en- beauty and grace to the English landa tering the one or the other, let us hear scape throughout the land. Hear Mr Bowles descant on the character of Wordsworth, and let every heart resuch edifices. In open and extensive spond to his noble chant,

« And 0, ye swelling hills, and spacious plains !
Besprent from shore to shore with steeple-towers,
And spires whose silent finger points to heaven;"
Nor wanting at wide intervals, the bulk
Of ancient Minster, lifted above the cloud
Of the dense air which town or city breeds
To intercept the sun's glad beams-may ne'er
That true succession fail of English hearts,
W'ho, with ancestral feeling, can perceive
What in those holy structures ye possess
Of omamental interest, and the charm
Of pious sentiment diffused afar,
And human charity, and social love.
--Thus never shall the indignities of Time
Approach their reverend graces, unopposed ;
Nor shall the elements be free to hurt
Their fair proportions ; nor the blinder rage

Of bigot zeal madly to overturn;
And if the desolating hand of war
Spare them, they shall continue to bestow
Upon the throng'd abodes of busy men,
(Depraved and ever prone to fill their minds
Exclusively with transitory things)
An air and mien of dignified pursuit ;

Of sweet civility-on rustic wilds." But let Mr Bowles describe, in his seats are therefore evidently of an age long own beautiful language, his own beau, prior to the porch itself. tiful church,

“ The door is very old, and surrounded

by curious carved work; and, as it slowly “But we can now look nearer at this opens, we remark on either side of the sacred building before us. Besides the aisle, large pillars, with small capitals, square massy tower, it consists of a large

which are probably Norman. These pilporch, above which, now devoted to silence lars are four on each side, the capitals vaand the bats, the small village school was rying, and apparently coeval with the anheld before the Reformation. The ceiling cient font. was lately dismantled of two centuries of

66 Between the aisle and chancel stands white-wash, and the figures, which had an entire and elegant rood-loft, beautifully been so splashed over, that it was impossi. carved with lattice work, bending over in a ble to know what was intended, stand out small arch above, on the centre of which in elegant stone carving, an emblematical

stood, before the Reformation, the rood or lamb among the vincs! The united roses

large crucifix of wood, with a row of saints of the houses of York and Lancaster, as- on each side, as thus described in the old certain that the porch was an addition to ballad :the church, in the reign probably of Henry the Seventh. The windows of the side

"Oh! hold thy peace, I pray thee,

The house was passing trim, aisles, north and south, are of the kind

To hear the fryars singing, called Tudor arches; the large window, at

As we did enter in. the end of the chancel, was a mere com

And then to see the rood-loft,

So bravely set with saints mon square window, looking as if it be, longed to a barn rather than to a church. “ The Virgin and St John stood on each This has been formed into a window more side.--There is a small stair.case for the in unison with the rest of the building, by priest to ascend; and the under arch, be. adding Gothic compartments of handsome neath this small gallery, is curiously stud: stone work on the top.

ded by what were evidently intended to real “But the elegant small turret with present stars, so that the arch being paints which the church-roof terminates on the ed blue, and the stars of gold, the coping top, must not be forgotten ; a small open- might represent the firmament, above which ing is left for the bell, which rung the early appeared the cross." villager to prayer before he began work. Though the bell has been silent for centu.

Mr Bowles then conducts us into the ries, and the aperture only remains, the chancel, and points out some remarkform of the small projection where it hung

able memorials of those long passed gives a graceful finish to the roof. This away. Before leaving the sanctuary. projection was surmounted by a small of the dead, he turns over some leaves cross.

of the parish register-then launches “ Before we enter the building, let us into a critical eulogy on the parochial. look down on the stone that lies directly Psalmody, and the Choir Service, exe. under our feet, in the porch. In the year hibiting a thorough knowledge of mu.. 1818, the Rev. Edward Lambert, of the sic and musicians; and concludes with, family of Lamberts of Boyton, who mar. ried the eldest sister of the writer of this

a few chords on the organ, to a verse account, having expressed a wish to be bu. in one of the most affecting and beaua ried at Bremhiil, was bere deposited. I tiful anthems of that composer, (Pur. regretted afterwards that this spot was se cell) whose name on a country church lected, for in digging the grave a stone cof- marble occasioned part of his remarks. fin was found lying across the porch, east

“Oh, pray for the peace of Jerusalem ! and west, containing possibly the bones of They shall prosper that love thee !" the founder, or some benefactor. This stone coffin was unfortunately broken, but Issuing again into the open air, our the bones, of course, carefully deposited in poet expatiates on the churchyard the place of their ancient sepulture.

memorials of the dead-ancient tombs “The old scats of free-stone, on either by the way-side-ancient inscriptions side the porch, are deeply worn. These -Jortin's beautiful lines inspired by

the representation on the Barbarini the aged dead among his own parishvase ---- and churchyard inscriptions. ioners-some of which are exceedingHe concludes with a few epitaphs, ly touching and appropriate. Thus, written by himself for the young and

On an old Soldier, aged 92.

“ A poor old soldier shall not lie unknown,
Without a verse, and this recording stone.
'Twas his, in youth, o'er distant lands to stray,
Danger and death companions of his way.
Here, in his native village, stealing age
Closed the lone evening of his pilgrimage.
Speak of the past-of naines of high renown,
Or brave commanders, long to dust gone down,
His look with instant animation glow'd,
Though ninety winters on his head had snow'd.
His country, while he lived, a boon supplied,
And Faith her shield held o'er him when he died.
Think, Christian, that his spirit lives with God,
And pluck the wild weeds from the lowly sod,
Where, dust to dust, beneath the chancel shade,

'Till the last trump, á brave man's bones are laid." Poets, however, are not always great- an aged father and mother, written ly admired in their own parish; and in the character of a most exemplary Mr Bowles' epitaphs are amenable to son--the father living to eighty-seven the criticism of a modern and rural

years-ran thusAristarchus. An epitaph of bis, on

“ My father—my poor mother-both are gone,
And o'er your cold remains I place this stone,
In memory of your virtues. May it tell

How long one parent lived, and both how well," &c. When this was shewn to the stone critics in his time,) he observed, that inason critic, and Mr Bowles ac- the lines might do with a little altera knowledges he has heard worse publication-thus

“ My father, and my mother too, are dead,
And here I put this grave-stone at their head;
My father lived to eighty-seven, my mother

Not quite so long and one died after t'other." Having thus taken a survey of the and character of the parsonage, he parish of Bremhill, and a view of the says a few words on the modern case parish church, we come at last to the tle. Here is a very fine passage :Parsonage. But before we allow you to look at it, you must hear Mr Bowles,

“In a wild and picturesque country, with for a few minutes, on the character of abrupt hills, and dark sweeping woods, inthe English parsonage-house and gare a castellated mansion might appear appro:

cluding a vast extent of territorial domain, den. Among the buildings appropria, priate, as more picturesque ; but in all ted to residences, which are scattered modern structures of this kind, however over the English landscape, and form picturesque or magnificent in themselves, the chief features of almost every vile there appears something not exactly in aclage, may be distinguished, he well cordance with our ideas of propriety. The says, the nobleman's seat — the old dislike probably arises from this cause. baronial house - the parsonage-the A vast baronial castle, in times of perfect ornamented cottage-and the cottage security, appears like a massy fiction. It of the village labourer ; to which

is the idea of defence which gives any may be added a non-descript style of clustering towers, its shade of buttresses,

castle its most appropriate interest. Its building, very aptly designated “ a folly.” These have all their distinc pictures are concerned, must be the same

its range of battlements, as far as mere guishing characteristics. Before speak to the eye, whether the castle be old or ing of the architectural appearance new. But take away the associations, which the least thought must instantly do, with soap and water, instead of exhibiting the ideas connected with appropriateness here and there a straggling flower, or instandy vanish.

creeping weather-stains. I believe this “ In the next place, massiveness and circumstance strikes every beholder ; but extent appear so necessary, that, in all most imposing, indeed, is its distant view, modern attempts of the kind, the mind when the broad banner floats or sleeps in feels that something is always deficient; the sunshine, amidst the intense blue of it is not large, it is not massy cnough! the summer skies, and its picturesque and But, supposing a castle as large and mas. ancient architectural vastness harmonizes sy, and magnificent, as that of Windsor with the decaying and gnarled oaks, coeval were now built, it would not be congenial with so many departed monarchs. The to our feelings, because all harmonizing stately long-extended avenue, and the wild associations are cut off. Even Windsor sweep of devious forests, connected with Castle loses a great deal of its architec- the eventful circumstances of English histural impression (if I may use that word) tory, and past regular grandeur, bring back by the smooth neatness with which its the memory of Edwards and Henrys, or old towers are now chiselled and mortared. the gallant and accomplished Surrey. It looks as if it was washed every morning On Windsor Custle, written 1825, not by a Laureate, but a poet of loyal, old

Church-of-England feelings :
“ Not that thy name, illustrious dome, recalls
The pomp of chivalry in banner'd halls;
The blaze of beauty, and the gorgeous sights
Of heralds, trophies, steeds, and crested knights :
Not that young Surrey here beguiled the hour,

With eyes upturn'd unto the maiden's tower;' +
Oh! not for these, and pageants pass'd away,
I gaze upon your antique towers and pray-
But that my SOVEREIGN here, from crowds withdrawn,
May meet calm peace upon the twilight lawn ;
That here, among these grey primæval trees,
He may inhale health's animating breeze ;
And when from this proud terrace he surveys
Slow Thames devolving his majestic maze,
(Now lost on the horizon's verge, now seen,
Winding through lawns, and woods, and pastures green,)
May he reflect upon the waves that roll,
Bearing a nation's wealth from pole to pole,
And feel (ambition's proudest boast above,)

A King's BEST GLORY IS HIS COUNTRY'S LOVE!" “ The range of cresting towers have a “ We have few remaining manorial double interest, whilst we think of gorge- houses earlier than the times of Elizabeth ous dames and barons bold, of Lely's and or James. These are, from their windows Vandyke's beauties, and gay, and gallant, and chimneys, picturesque, and commonly and accomplished cavaliers like Surrey. built adjoining the church. Other buildAnd who ever sat in the stalls at Stings for residence have each their peculiar George's chapel, without feeling the im. distinctive features, and we shall, therefore, pression, on looking at the illustrious turn from the residence of the nobleman or names, that here the royal and ennobled country gentleman to knights, through so many generations, sat

• The village Parson's modest mansion.' each installed, whilst arms, and crests, and banners, glittered over the same seat? “ The first idea which such a building

“ But, to leave princely residences, ought to excite, is undoubtedly its unobtimes of social comfort and security de- trusiveness, justly characterised by Goldmand, we might say, buildings for resie Smith, who has also so affectionately poure dence in unison with ideas of comfort and trayed its retired inmate, by the word security in society. Some chord within us • modest.' jars, when a castle, whose primary idea is." Secondly, it seems obvious that it that of defence, in an age of turbulence, should, in outward appearance, harmonize stands in solitary grandeur, as if to awe the with the church. But what can be so recountry round, when scarce a hen-roost mote from the idea of a parsonage house as fears nightly invasion.

that Turnham-Green structure, which we often see, consisting, on each side, of two passes near an old and ivied elm. As this rooms, sixteen or eighteen feet square, with seat looks on the magnificent line of Bono appearance, in the character of the edi. wood park and plantations, the obvious fice, to designate the residence of a clergy. thought could not be well avoided :man, except its proximity to the church?”

The aathor had been chaplain to the Prince Regent."

| Surrey's poems.

• When iu thy sight another's vast domain We come now to the subject of this Spreads its dark sweep of woods, dost thou comarticle, the Parsonage-house of the pa Nay! rather thank the God who placed thy state rish of Bremhill. Lo! here is a view And still his name with gratitude revere, of the north front, given originally in Who bless'd the sabbath of thy leisure here. Mr Britton's Beauties of Wiltshire. “ The walk leads round a plantation of How beautiful-how decent-how shrubs, to the bottom of the lawn, from humble-how elegant-how sweet

whence is seen a fountain, between a laurel how solemn, with its tall chimneys, arch; and

through a dark passage a grey its cool porches, its various-sized win. sun-dial appears among beds of flowers, dows, irregular roof, acute-angled ga

opposite the fountain.

“ The sun-dial, a small antique twistble-ends, graceful turret cross-crown- ed column, grey with age, was probably ed, the whole parapetted with a sim- the dial of the abbot of Malmesbury, and ple Gothic ornamental railing, by counted his hours when at the adjoining which unity has been given to the lodge ; for it was taken from the garden whole exterior, and the long low roofs of the farm-house, which had originally have put on a truly ecclesiastical ap- been the summer retirement of this mitred pearance ! In cathedral towns, the lord. It has the appearance of being moresidence of prebendaries and canons nastic, but a more ornate capital has been are, in general, remote from characa added, the plate on which bears the date teristic propriety. But here, in this of 1688. I must again venture to give the

appropriate inscription :pleasant parsonage, the ideas of conso

*To count the brief and unreturning hours, nance and picturesque propriety have This Sun-Dial was placed among the flowers, been consulted--the house being old, which came forth in their beauty=smiled and but large and convenient.

Blooming and withering round its ancient side.

Mortal, thy day is passing-see that Flower, “ The garden contains upwards of two And think upon the Shadow and the Hour!" acres, with a gravel walk under the win

“ The whole of the small green slope dows. A Gothic porch has been added, the is here dotted with beds of flowers ; a step, bow-windows being surmounted with the into some rock-work, leads to a kind of same kind of parapet as the house, some hermit's oratory, with crucifix and stained what more ornamental. It lies to the glass, built to receive the shattered fragmorning sun ; the road to the house, onments, as their last asylum, of the pillars the north, enters through a large arch. of Stanley Abbey, before spoken of. The garden is on a slope, commanding views of the surrounding country, with the rock-work into a large shell, the gift

“ The dripping water passes through the tower of Calne in front, the woods of of a valued friend, the author of the Bowood on the right, and the mansion and Pleasures of Memory;' and I add, with woods of Walter Hencage, Esq. towards less hesitation, the inscription, because it the south. The view to the south-east is terminated by the last chalky cliffs of the of Memory,' a poem, in its kind, of the

was furnished by the author of the Pains Marlborough downs, extending to within a most exquisite harmony and fancy, thoughi few miles of Swindon. In the garden, a

the author has long left the bowers of the winding path from the gravel walk, in front of the house, leads to a small piece muses, and the harp of music, for the seof water, originally a square pond.

vere professional duties of the bar. I have “ This walk, as it approaches the water, Peregrine Bingham, being a near relation,

some pride in mentioning the name of leads into a darker shade, and descending some steps, placed to give a picturesque the bar. The verses will speak for them

as well as rising in character and fame at appearance to the bank, you enter a kind selves, and are not unworthy his muse whose of cave, with a dripping rill, which falls into the water below, whose bank is bro- poem suggested the comparisons

. The inken by thorns, and hazels, and poplars, shell.

cription is placed over the large Indianamong darker shrubs. Here an urn appears with the following inscription :

• Snatch'd from an Indian ocean's roar, M. S. Henrici Bowles, qui ad Calpen,

I drink the whelining tide no more ;

But in this rock, remo!e and still, febre ibi exitiali grassante, publicè missus, Now serve to pour the murmuring rill. ipse miserrimè periit1804. Fratri po.

Listen! Do thoughts awake, which long have

sleptsuit.'-Passing round the water, you come Oh ! like his song, who placed me here, to an arched walk of hazels, which leads The sweetest song to Memory dear, again to the green in front of the house, Maywe, to such sweet music, close at last

When life's tumultuous storms are past, where, dipping a small slope, the path The eye-lids that have wept !

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