. A west country pilgrimage . itei.»i Among the ancient, fortified manors of the West Countrythere is a pleasant ruin whose history is innocent of event,yet glorified with a noble name or two that rings down throughthe centuries harmoniously. You shall find Compton Castlewhere the hamlet of Lower Marldon straggles through a deepand fertile valley not many miles from Torbay. Comptons time-stained face and crown of ivy rise nowabove a plat of flowers. Trim borders of familiar thingsblossom within their box-hedges before the entrance, and atthis autumn hour fat dahlias, spiring hollyhocks, and ra
. A west country pilgrimage . itei.»i Among the ancient, fortified manors of the West Countrythere is a pleasant ruin whose history is innocent of event,yet glorified with a noble name or two that rings down throughthe centuries harmoniously. You shall find Compton Castlewhere the hamlet of Lower Marldon straggles through a deepand fertile valley not many miles from Torbay. Comptons time-stained face and crown of ivy rise nowabove a plat of flowers. Trim borders of familiar thingsblossom within their box-hedges before the entrance, and atthis autumn hour fat dahlias, spiring hollyhocks, and rain-bows of asters and pansies wind a girdle beneath the walls. It is a ruin of wide roofs and noble frontage. Above itswindows sinister bartizans frown grimly; the portals yawn vastand deep; only the chapel-windows open frankly upon the faceof the dwelling; but above, all apertures are narrow, up tothe embattled towers. In the lap of many an enfolding hill Compton huddles itsaged fabric, and, despite certain warlike addition
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