The Table book; . d the hags prophecy tliere his cross-leggd figure laid,And near his feet the horses head! The tombt is of too old a fashionTo tally well with this narration ;But of the truth we would not put our Cicerone out: • This story is q^ioted by Mr. Grose in his Vol. II. art. Minster Monastery. The legend,says Mr. Grose, has, by a worthy friend of mine,been hitched into doggrnl rhyme. It would oe payingthe reader but a bad compliment to attempt seriousl)to exa^riirie the credibility of the story. + A cross-leggd figure in armour, with a shield oie
The Table book; . d the hags prophecy tliere his cross-leggd figure laid,And near his feet the horses head! The tombt is of too old a fashionTo tally well with this narration ;But of the truth we would not put our Cicerone out: • This story is q^ioted by Mr. Grose in his Vol. II. art. Minster Monastery. The legend,says Mr. Grose, has, by a worthy friend of mine,been hitched into doggrnl rhyme. It would oe payingthe reader but a bad compliment to attempt seriousl)to exa^riirie the credibility of the story. + A cross-leggd figure in armour, with a shield oieihis left arm, like I hat of a Knight Templar, said tcrepresent Sir Robert de Sh-urland, who by Edward 1was created a Knight banneret for his gallant behaviour at the siege of Carlaverock in Scotland. He liesunder a Gothic arch in the south wall, having anarmed page at his feet, and on his right side the headof a horse emerging out of the waves of the sea, as uthe action of swimming.—Gaoss. 572 THE TABLE MONUMENT IN MINSTER CHURCH TO LORD SHORLAND. Of whom they have a ?wondrous story,Which (as they tell) Ill lay before ye. Gcsllingi. It gives a moral hint at least, That gratitudes due to a beast. So ffir Its good, whoever made it, And that it may not fail of credit, A horsehead vane adorns the steeple, And its Horse-church calld by the people. Our shirts dryd at The George we get,We dine there, and till four we now in earnest think of home ;So to Sheemess agiin we for a bum-boat we agree,And about five put oflf to presently were under tide our friend, south-east the wind enough, and some to we to that accustomd were. When we had now got past The Nore,And lost the sight of Shepeys ebbing tide of Thames we met,The wind against it fiercely set;This made a short and tumbling finely tossd indeed were we. The porpoises in stormy weatherAre often seen in shoals togetherAbout us while they roUand playO
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