From Gretna Green to Land's End : a literary journey in England . ld tunes, all the morepoignantly appealing in that the voices ofthose ancient bells were thin and tremulous,and now and then a note was missed. The fascinations of Campden held us thesummer day long. We must needs explorethe church interior, which has suffered at thehands of the restorer; yet its chancel brasses,wrought with figures of plump woolstaplers,their decorous and comely dames, and theirkneeling children, reward a close survey. Iespecially rejoiced in one complacent burgher,attended by three wimpled wives, and a longrow
From Gretna Green to Land's End : a literary journey in England . ld tunes, all the morepoignantly appealing in that the voices ofthose ancient bells were thin and tremulous,and now and then a note was missed. The fascinations of Campden held us thesummer day long. We must needs explorethe church interior, which has suffered at thehands of the restorer; yet its chancel brasses,wrought with figures of plump woolstaplers,their decorous and comely dames, and theirkneeling children, reward a close survey. Iespecially rejoiced in one complacent burgher,attended by three wimpled wives, and a longrow of sons and daughters all of the same is a curious chapel, too, where we cameupon the second Viscount Campden, in marbleshroud and coronet, ceremoniously handing,with a most cynical and unholy expression,his lady from the sepulchre. There was aruined guildhall to see, and some antiquealmshouses of distinguished beauty. As welooked, an old man came feebly forth andbowed his white head on the low enclosingwall in an attitude of grief or prayer. We 188. TOWER OK CHIPIING CAMPDEN CHURCH THE COTSWOLDS learned later that one of the inmates had diedthat very hour. We went over the works ofthe new Guild of Handicraft, an attempt torealise, here in the freshness of the wolds, theideals of Ruskin and Morris. We cast wist-ful eyes up at Dovers Hill, on whose levelsummit used to be held at Whitsuntide themerry Cotswold Games. Heigh for Cots-wold! But it was the hottest day of thesummer, and we contented ourselves withthe phrase. Other famous Cotswold towns are Stow-on-the-Wold, where the wind blows cold;Northleach in the middle of the downs, deso-late now, but once full of the activities of thosewool-merchants commemorated by quaintbrasses in the splendid church,— brasseswhich show them snugly at rest in their furredgowns, with feet comfortably planted onstuffed w^oolpack or the fleecy back of a sheep,or, more precariously, on a pair of shears;Burford, whose High Street and c
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