The Table book; . ocent virginYour eyes of grace and pity. What sin is who can be the patron to such evil ?—That a poor innocent maid, spotless in pure in thought, both without spleen and gall,Tliat never injured creature, never had heartTo think of wrong, or ponder injury;That such a one in her white innocence,Striving to live peculiar in the compassOf her own virtues ; notwithstanding be sought out by strangers, infamous evn there where she was madeFor imitation ; hissd at in her country ;Abandond of her mother, kindred, friends;Peoraved in foreign
The Table book; . ocent virginYour eyes of grace and pity. What sin is who can be the patron to such evil ?—That a poor innocent maid, spotless in pure in thought, both without spleen and gall,Tliat never injured creature, never had heartTo think of wrong, or ponder injury;That such a one in her white innocence,Striving to live peculiar in the compassOf her own virtues ; notwithstanding be sought out by strangers, infamous evn there where she was madeFor imitation ; hissd at in her country ;Abandond of her mother, kindred, friends;Peoraved in foreign climes, scornd every where,And evn in princes courts reputed vile :O pity, pity this I C. L. • So I point it; of the line, as it stands inthis nnique copy— Nor instance nor excuse for what they sense 1 take to be, what the common playwriglitidu (or shew by action—ti*e inexplicable dumb showof Shakspeare—), our Chor-aarelates. The Sollowin;lines ha\e else no coherejce. 725 THE TABLE LODGE AND AVENUE AT HOLWOOD, The Eesidence of John Ward, Esq., formekly of the late Eight IIon. William Pitt. Mr. S. Youngs comfortable little inn,the Cross at Keston, or Keston Mark, ismentioned before as being at the north-eastcorner of the grounds belonging to Hol- wood. My friend W and I, on a second visit to Mr. Youngs house, wentfrom thence, for the purpose of seeing thechurch and village of Keston, through which the main road runs to Westerham. Wekept along to the entrance gate of Hol-wood, which we passed, having the park})alings on our left, till we came to a wellin the road, which derives its water fromsprings within Holwood, and stands on aswell of meadow land, called the WarBank. Further on, and out of the road 726. THE TABLE BOOK. v the right, lies the vihage of Keston, a fewlouses embowered in a dell of trees ; witha stone church, which did not seem toaave been built more than a couple ofcenturies. A peep through the windowssatisfied us that there was n
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