wounding him in the right arm with an arrow made of ash, headed with iron and steel, and robbing him of a certain outer garment called a coat! Whereupon the Abbot of Tavystoke instituted a suit against the Abbot of "Bokeland." The defendants appeared in court, (all the comonks) and pleaded that the Abbot of Buckland had a certain weir in the Water of Tavy, and that he ought to have from the wood of Blakemoreham as much branches as were neccessary to repair the same weir, and that he had sent William de Norwy a certain monk of his, with Brother Nicholas and others to cut down branches for repairing the aforesaid weir. Also that Thomas de Gryreband insulted and attacked them; upon which the men of Buckland defended themselves, and one of them (whose name was luckily unknown) shot the unfortunate Thomas with an arrow in the arm. At this he fled leaving his coat, bow, and hatchet, which William de Norwy and John de la Burgh carried away, and they did it not as a robbery; as the same Thomas left them there in their custody. It seems that the defendants were aquitted on paying a fine of one mark; Thomas the Forester also paid a find of 11⁄2 mark as a pledge (of his keeping the peace?) From this affray we may judge of the state of the country; when weapons of offence and defence, “darts, and bows and arrows" were commonly carried to protect the inhabitants against their neighbours.

It is pleasant to return from the Virtuous Lady through the woods, following the windings of the Tavy below Walreddon, and passing through another sequestered vale in which is the neglected machinery of the William and Mary mine.

FOURTH WALK.

KILWORTHY, HEATHFIELD, PIXIE'S POOL, INA'S COOMBE,

WILMINSTONE.

"The visions rise

Of centuries long flown."

UR course may be next directed to the ancient mansion of Kilworthy, well known to every reader of Mrs. Bray's admirable novel of Fitzford, as a former seat of the Glanvilles. Passing the Temperance Hotel we gain one of those perpendicular hills, which our wise forefathers chose to ascend in a straight line, to the imminent hazard of all who follow in their steps. A pretty residence has been lately erected, half way up the ascent by Mr. Abraham commanding a sweet view of "the little Teave," as Camden calls it, winding from Dartmoor on the one side, to Morwell Down on the other. I have often noticed, from the ancient bowling green on the summit of the hill, the curious effect produced, when a sea of mist from the river filled up the valley, while the lamps gleamed faintly through the thick haze.

Pursuing our way we arrive at a narrow lane thickly bordered by wild flowers, and overshadowed by a noble row of limes, whose graceful blossoms fill the air with

fragrance. At the distance of half a mile, we enter the Park field, which conducts to the object of our research.

Kilworthy is a gentile house" asserts honest John Prince, and the saying may be repeated even in our more fastidious days. Kilworthy is a proper and genteel residence for all who love country quarters. Encircled by groups of noble forest trees,-here a line of chestnuts lifting their glowing blossoms in the air, spring after spring with never-tiring beauty, there a few stately yews waving their sombre boughs in triumph over the storms of a hundred winters: in that mossy dell the gnarled roots of some towering oaks fixed with the strength of adamant in their kindred soil; and at a distance a grove of elms, affording shelter to a colony of ever clamorous rooks; all around speaks to the eye, if not to the ear, of the venerable antiquity of the place. Then the wellshaven green, the rising terraces, the prim garden, the ancient summer-houses with carved heads frowning on "each dainty dame who whilome took pleas-aunce therein," present beauties to all who are not wholly prejudiced in favour of the sad innovations of the nineteenth century. I confess myself a lover of the good old times, (at least in retrospection) an air of sanctity is connected with them, and in imagination I would willingly replenish the earth with its ancient customs and people :-how far reality might dissipate my dream of felicity I leave wiser persons than myself to guess. Old places certainly have their charms, and Kilworthy not less than others; even the cumbrous stable, dotted with pigeon holes, and decorated. with relics of the sportsman's skill, impresses the beholder with an idea of the respectability of the mansion to which it belongs.

The interior of Kilworthy presents a picture of those incongruities in which our ancestors sometimes loved to indulge. Narrow passages and wide staircases, a wainscotted hall, and small and large rooms are mingled