The wanderings of a pen and pencil . elier reality, luxuriantin youth and strength and rustic vigour. This was the jointure house of thewidow of Thomas Giffard, who died in 1718. She herself died at the ageof ninety-five, and was buried in the parish church at Brewood. The bishops,or vicars apostolic of the midland district, rented the house afterwards of theChillington Squire, and resided here in succession with their chaplains. Now the wind blew cool indeed, and the red sun, hovering over the myste-rious gorgcousness of the glowing west, bade farewell to legendary towers,to the mound of fore
The wanderings of a pen and pencil . elier reality, luxuriantin youth and strength and rustic vigour. This was the jointure house of thewidow of Thomas Giffard, who died in 1718. She herself died at the ageof ninety-five, and was buried in the parish church at Brewood. The bishops,or vicars apostolic of the midland district, rented the house afterwards of theChillington Squire, and resided here in succession with their chaplains. Now the wind blew cool indeed, and the red sun, hovering over the myste-rious gorgcousness of the glowing west, bade farewell to legendary towers,to the mound of forest trees over the glooming vast of Chillington, to dimbowers of Maythorn and the funeral wands of dark green poplar trees in thewillowy waste by the brook of the mill, which fell into denser shadow withinthe covert of yellow osier boughs, and we, with stout perseverance, travelledon with regret of the failing lustre of the happy day ; and when we arrived,in the dulness of the evening, by winding lanes and fords of trickling Mosrlv Hall. 56 WANDERINGS OF A PIN AND PENCIL. to the fine old loyal mansion of Mosely Hall, scarcely could we distinguishthe diversified range of the surrounding trees; nothing, indeed, but themisty boundary, the pied architecture of the whitened plaster, and the Bablebeams of wood, hoisted in perpendicular mosaic and obscured by thedescending veil of night. In the accompanying sketch, the casement upon thesecond story of the left wing, round which the arms of creeping leaves areclustered, appertains to the chamber which King Charles occupied. We quotethe words of the chronicler Huffhes:— On ascending the staircase whichfronts the porch, you arrive at a landing-place, with which three doors arein communication. One of them leads into the small study over the entrance,where the king seated himself some time in the day to reconnoitre the , close to this, belongs to the chamber we have mentioned; and atthe back of this room was the inc
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