. Quiet roads and sleepy villages. entrance gate is dated1638, and above that, upon a shield of arms, isthe year 1607, yet neither of these can be acceptedas the period when the building was erected. You clamber up a spiral staircase in the widthof wall. Narrow stone doorways lead into littlealcoves with deep-set widows, which speak elo-quently of the necessity of defence. You passa bare and deserted room where a Countess ofHuntingdon was born, and, climbing the wornstone steps, pass other dismal chambers shorn ofevery sign of ornament or comfort, and at lengthalight upon the roof to admire th
. Quiet roads and sleepy villages. entrance gate is dated1638, and above that, upon a shield of arms, isthe year 1607, yet neither of these can be acceptedas the period when the building was erected. You clamber up a spiral staircase in the widthof wall. Narrow stone doorways lead into littlealcoves with deep-set widows, which speak elo-quently of the necessity of defence. You passa bare and deserted room where a Countess ofHuntingdon was born, and, climbing the wornstone steps, pass other dismal chambers shorn ofevery sign of ornament or comfort, and at lengthalight upon the roof to admire the view of thesurrounding country. This is very fine in its way,but the old kitchen, with open-timbered roofadorned with sides of bacon, set up a more enter-taining train of thought of the honest, old-fashioned rough-and-ready days now as extinct asthe Dodo. But we had forgotten for the momentthe grand type of old gentleman-farmer who liveshere, and for half a century or more has beenfamous Tor his pedigree sheep and cattle. He 76. Abhky Ruins,
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