Here we rested awhile, where all was still. Only the booming of the bees disturbed the ear, and one solitary wayfarer passed in the space of two hours. This was one who toured, even as ourselves, afoot, but one who dressed up to the part, with gaiters and Norfolk jacket and great Balbriggan stockings. He was walking as if for a wager; and while we sniffed at this toil of pleasure, he eyed us as he flashed past with some amusement, as who should smile at exhausted rivals. “FLASHED PAST.” Presently we set out again and came through Wootton to Christchurch, that fine old town lying between the rivers Stour and Avon, with a great priory church, that gives the place its accepted name, superseding the old-time designation of Twyneham. Here is a Norman house, and close by is the site of the castle, now converted into a public pleasure-ground, where a notice-board warns visitors that the penalty for using bad language is not less than forty shillings. There is an old altar-tomb in the churchyard that has long been a mystery, and in all probability will WE WERE NOT SLAYNE BVT RAYSD, RAYSD NOT TO LIFE BUT TO BE BVRIED TWICE BY MEN OF STRIFE WHAT REST COVLD TH LIVING HAVE WHEN DEAD HAD NONE AGREE AMONGST YOV HEERE WE TEN ARE ONE HEN: ROGERS DIED APRILL 17, 1641 I · R · “Here Lieth in hope of A Joyful Resurrecti on the Body of LUCY ye Daughter of Richard and Lucy baset Who departed this Life February ye 16th day Heark, heark I hears A voice The Lord made sweet bab es for his one choyce and when his will and pleasurE is there Bodys he turns to Dust there Souls to Rain with Christ one High.” By way of Southborough-on-Sea, that struggling maze of stuccoed, melancholy houses, we left Christchurch, and came upon the parched and desolate undulations of that sandy waste, Pokesdown, like nothing so much as a bankrupt outpost of civilisation in the back blocks of Australia. We had asked a fat and florid countryman, who surely was out of place here, how far it was to Bournemouth. “We calls it a matter of fower mile,” he said. Those reputed four miles proved to be nearer six than four; better measure than the “reputed” pints or quarts of commerce. |