to the noble animals. One more breathless moment and the goal is attained. "Two of the horses have come in neck to neck. The race is to begin again." And where is the third noble animal, so beautiful, and sleek, and stately as he appeared when he first set out. "Oh he is distanced, or he has bolted, or his strength is done up, or (as I once witnessed) his limb is dislocated." Yes, we saw the miserable creature led off the course with his head pendant, his mouth foaming, his sides panting, and his whole frame trembling with the excruciating pain he endured, while a heartless multitude looked calmly on, or turned their heads to behold another victim of their sport.

It is not likely that the turfy slopes of Whitchurch down will ever more resound to the shouts of the victorious jockey, or be the site of the tavern or gambling house; but the playful colts fling their manes in the air, and bound over the shaven course at liberty; may they long be preserved from the fate of "the high-mettled racer" made food for the hounds! The late Duke of Bedford who once subscribed to the races, transferred his handsome donation to an Agricultural Society recently established in Tavistock.

I have detained the pedestrian until he must be heartily tired of standing still on the down; we will now retrace our steps homewards, first remarking the house and plantations of Holwell occupying the site of the family mansion of the Glanvilles, whose elder branch retained this estate probably long after the descendants of Judge Glanville, who was a younger son, removed to Kilworthy, The last male representative of the elder line, lived I believe at Whitchurch, and was called on some years since to sign a deed in order to make the title good, before the house was sold. Here also (according to report though not in reality) lived that "strange" woman Lady Howard, about whom a certain well known

tradition prevails in this neighbourhood. I must not forestall the interest of those who have yet to peruse Mrs. Bray's before mentioned interesting narrative of Fitz of Fitzford by relating it here. It is a tale to be heard on a winter's night, when the clock is on the eve of twelve, and the ghosts and hobgoblins stalk abroad, with their pale gleaming eyes striking terror into the breast of wide-mouthed superstition. Let us listen rather to the "sweet chiming of the village bells" as they come borne by the breeze from Whitchurch tower. We return by some pleasant fields which we enter by the western side of the down, admiring a view of the whole town of Tavistock, with the trees of Kilworthy; the plantations of Heathfield, and the rising eminence of Brentor surmounting the whole.

SIXTH WALK.

LAMERTON, CULLACOMBE.

"I found there

A hall for high folk, a household to holden,
With broad boards abouten, y-benched well clean.
With windows of glass, wrought as a church,
And chambers with chimneys, and figures gay."

CHAUCER.

UR next ramble will lead us to Lamerton about three miles distant from Tavistock. We follow the Launceston road which leads

along the West-Street of our town and pass the remains of a curious old row of buildings once denominated "The Reeve"* Near this fomerly arose an ancient structure known by the name of Stone Posts. Its appearance denoted great antiquity presenting a complete picture of the comfortless dwelling-houses of earlier days. The walls were of great strength; its mullioned windows of all sizes; an oak door well studded with nails led into a passage paved with stone on either side of which were small low rooms, and dark winding

* Probably from the French "rive" or bank, as the houses were built on raised ground.