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sepulchre; so that when I slowly emerged from my deathly slumber, I found my fond and faithful Josephine at my side, anxiously watching for my return to life and reason. For some minutes after I awakened out of my lethargy, my faculties were so completely benumbed and stupified, that I could scarcely comprehend what was said to me. Having partaken, however, of the viands and cordials with which Josephine had liberally supplied me, I found myself greatly refreshed and invigorated. I then began to equip myself in the disguise which Josephine's prudence had pro vided for me; and covering my feet with a pair of thick travelling shoes, shrouding my face in a large bounet, and surmounting the whole dress with an old dark cloak, I would have defied the most intimate of my English friends to have recognized the vain, giddy, dashing girl of eighteen, in the person of the old French market woman that I now appeared.
While I was engaged in adjusting my rude toilet, Josephine employed herself in using some of the oil that filled her lamp, to lubricate the rusty hinges of the massive portal; and making the key to turn with more ease in it's ponderous lock, in order that our egress might be conducted as silently and secretly as possible.
It had been arranged, between my friend and my lover, that, at one hour after midnight, he should be in readiness, with a vessel, to carry us to England; the signal of his coming to be a low whistle, followed by three gentle raps on the door of the vault. As soon, therefore, as I had finished my dressing, we covered the shell over, precisely as it had been before, and seated ourselves to await in patience, until the chiming of the convent clock should prepare us to expect Kenyon's arrival. The clock had struck the momentous One. Our cars were on the alert; we feared to whisper, almost to breathe; when we were suddenly startled by hearing something fall, directly over our heads; we looked at each other aghast, for nearly a minute, in speechless horror. "Merciful powers!" gasped I, "did you hear that noise? there must be some one in the chapel."
**Nonsense, child !" replied Josephine, endeavouring to dissipate my fears, while her faltering voice beEur, Mug, Vol. 81, Jan. 1822.
trayed her own: "Who should be in the chapel at this hour?"
"There may be treachery on foot," suggested my alarmed conscience; "we may be suspected, betrayed." "Who should betray us, Torriana, since no one is entrusted with our secret? Where there is no confidence, there can be no treachery;" and, rallying all the powers of her stronger judgment, she strove to reason me out of my fears, and to persuade me to impute what we had heard to some fortuitous occurrence. But my terror was not to be thus appeased; and I firmly refused to quit our present place of concealment, unless convinced that we went unobserved; for the large window above the altar overlooked the very rocks over which we must necessarily pass; and I entreated Josephine to ascend into the chapel, that the foundation of my fears might be explained.
In vain did she represent to me the folly of so doing; I persisted in my determination, and she at length consented to go. After an absence of a few minutes, however, she returned to tell me, that what we had heard merely arose from the falling to the ground of one of the censers, which had been carelessly placed on the altar. My fears being thus tranquillized, we resumed our station near the door of the vault; but, at the lapse of every minute, became more and more distressed, at the delay of the preconcerted signal.
Josephine sat with her eyes closed, her lips parted, her hands clenched within each other, her eager ear presented towards the spot whence we expected the wished for sound to issue, while I leaned on her shoulder in languid hopelessness; for the clock had chimed three times since the appointed hour, and the two terrible strokes that now fell on our ear seemed to syllable to my over-wrought fancy the dreadful word, pair!" Just then a shrill whistle reverberated through the rocks; Josephine started up; her hand was already on the lock; the three gentle taps had hardly announced that all was safe, when she pulled open the gate, and the fresh breeze that rushed in had scarcely brushed my cheek, before it fell in delicious transport on Loftus' bosom !
Josephine, however, quickly roused
us from our blissful trance, by reminding us of the danger of delay; Loftus acknowledged the truth by a sigh, once more strained me to his heart, then drawing my arm within his own, he seized a torch, and, bidding Josephine lead the way, conducted my tottering steps over the rugged rocks, until we reached the shore.
The silver moon rose high in the 'dark blue and unclouded horizon, making distinctly visible the white sails of a vessel that was riding at anchor not far distant; and after taking a fond and farewell embrace of my kind, my valued Josephine, Kenyon hurried me into a small boat that was in readiness, in which we swiftly reached the ship, that was now got under weigh as speedily as possible; a brisk gale favoured us; and before the close of day, the white cliff's of Albion greeted my delighted eyes.
Being landed on British ground, we instantly despatched expresses to my two guardians, and to my aunt, to prepare them to meet me.
bouring nobility, I gave my hand to my faithful and generous lover. And, if there is perfect bliss to be found on earth, I may proudly say, that I am at this moment in possession of it.
Josephine and the two children shortly afterward joined us; and the only alloy that I have experienced to the purest happiness, for the space of many years, was the death of this dear friend who died of a brainfever soon after the birth of my first child.
This, my dear Madam, is the Narrative of my life, which you have so often requested from me. A considerable portion of it was committed to paper during my residence at St. Malo. In order that I might not, by anticipating events, weaken the interest, I have detailed the whole as present, rather than past. abounds, I am well aware, with ininaccuracies; but my aim was to present you with a faithful delineation of feelings and circumstances, and not to pen a studied and elaborate composition.
I am, my dear Madam,
After a few days, I was re-instated as mistress of Mortlake Abbey ; where, in presence of Lord and Lady Meldrum, Mr. and Mrs. Forbes, and a numerous assemblage of the neigh- To Mrs. MARIA FORtescue.
MEMORANDA OF A TOUR FROM MARGATE, ROUND THE SOUTHERN COAST OF ENGLAND TO PLYMOUTH, AND THENCE TO BATH AND BRISTOL.
(Continued from Vol. LXXX. page 448.)
IS very ancient. On the high eminence called Castle Hill, it is supposed a Roman Pharos, or watchtower, stood, and vestiges of Roman antiquity have been found in great abundance. In the early periods of history the town is said to have been large, and to have contained five parish churches, of which four have been undermined and sunk by encroachments of the sea. Leland has mentioned two of them, which he describes to have been in a ruinous state in his time.
The present edifice stands near the verge of the cliff, on the west side of the town. It is a plain neat structure, with a square tower, having a beacon turret. The building is low, and not very regular; contains many monumental tablets, among which is one on a brass plate in the middle aisle, to the memory of the mother of the celebrated Dr. William Harvey, who was a native of this town: she died in 1605. William Langhorne, A.M. minister of this parish, who died in 1772, has a fine poetic tribute of affection from the pen of his brother, Dr. John Langhorne, beginning with,
“Of Langhorne's life be this memorial giv'n,
Whose race was virtue, and whose goal
Formerly the streets were more steep, narrow, irregular, and ill-paved, than at present; as they have greatly improved of late years, the town has become more flourishing. The inhabitants are chiefly supported by the success of the fishery.
Folkstone is strongly fortified by nature; a ridge of rocks extending to a considerable distance into the sea, both to the east and west of the town; which, with the boldness of the cliff, seems to bid defiance to an invading enemy. To add to it's security, there are batteries both to the east and west of the town, besides three Marteilo towers, placed at regular distances on the rising ground called Copt Point, all of which encrease the pleasantness of the scene.
The new harbour affords shelter to nearly three hundred vessels, of from one to three hundred tons burden. The western pier affords a good and pleasant walk, from the extensive view of the coast of France, and the constant passing of vessels of all descriptions. It extends a third of a mile completely into the sea, and encircles nineteen acres beneath high water mark. The massy rough rocks of which it is composed, are placed with a facility that excites astonishment in every beholder, and the work is justly considered as one of the best of it's kind in this country. Besides the local benefit derived, it's contiguity to Boulogne, and with a fine entrance, possessing the peculiar advantage of allowing vessels to enter or go out at half ebb and half flood, it's intercourse with the continent is of very considerable importance.
Folkstone has long drawn the attention of visitors to it in the summer; as it combines the conveniences of bathing, with salubrious air, bold romantic land scenery, and charming marine prospects.
On the heights at the entrance of the town from Sandgate, is a handsome row of houses, and respectable lodging-houses in different parts; the accommodation at the inns is also very good.
The gentle declivity of the shore, and being well sheltered from the breezes, renders the bathing here not only safe, but pleasant in any state of the wind or tide. Beside the machines, there are two hot and cold salt water baths; and a good library, regularly supplied with newspapers, magazines, &c. &c.
About half a mile north from the town in the little hamlet of Ford, there rises a chalybeate spring, which on analyzation has been found to possess all the virtues of the strongest springs of that description in this country.
The vallies round Folkstone and Sandgate are extremely fertile, while the hills command most extensive and varied views. A pleasant walk through the valley leads to an eminence called Castle Hill, where are to be seen the lines of circumvallation by which it's
summit is crowned, and the appearance of ancient fortifications. Lying between this hill and another of equal height is the Cherry Orchard, a most romantic spot, which in the summer months affords a cool and pleasant retreat, and is much frequented by the residents and visitors of Folkstone; there being also a house of entertainment for parties.
Along the sea coast, the rides are pleasing beyond description, commanding so many sublime prospects. The bold and romantic scenery on the land side, the fine marine prospect, the view of the whole French coast from Blancness to Boulogne, with the variety of vessels passing and repassing in stately grandeur, have a particularly interesting and grand effect. A most pleasant walk of two -miles next brought us to
A row of houses on each side of the road, with a few detached buildings, form the whole of this pretty -village, midway between Folkstone and Hythe. The castle was built by Henry the Eighth, for the defence of the coast, on the sea shore, at the bottom of two hills; and here Queen Elizabeth lodged one night, when she visited the coast in the memorable year 1588. Part of this fortress has been more recently converted into a large Martello tower.
The expanse of sea, it's invigorating breezes, the purity of it's air, the neatness of it's houses, the lively cheerful appearance of every thing around, and the pleasant rides and walk in it's vicinity, unite to render this place a residence suitable to those who visit the sea side for health or pleasure, on a more retired scale than the larger and more fashionable bathing-places afford. It is a desirable place for bathing, the beach consisting entirely of shingles, so that the water is very clear, and by shelving gently from the shore, it presents any depth that may be desired. There are several bathing-machines, and warm and cold baths are constructed. The New Inn is the usual place of public entertainment, and lodgings may be had on reasonable terms. Some very good houses have been erected for the accommodation of strangers, and several houses are appropriated as lodg'ing-houses during the season. There is, however, neither a ball, assembly
room, nor theatre; but those luxuries, which are not necessary for valetudinarians, may be enjoyed at the short distances of Hythe, Dover, or Folkstone. Hurry, fatigue, noise, and dissipation, frequently counterbalance the beneficial effects for the attainment of which the invalid seeks the sea-shore. There is a good library, adjoining to which is a billiard-room.
The cliffs on the land side are highly romantic, and all the walks and rides round this place present pleasingly varied scenes. On the line of heights that edge the sea, a little beyend Sandgate, is Shorne Cliff, which was occupied, during the war, by military in barracks there. The Military Canal commences about a mile eastward of Hythe. It is sixty feet wide, and very deep, with embrasures on the angles for cannon; the length is about twenty miles, terminating at Appledore.
is a town of considerable antiquity. Leland describes it as formerly having been "a very great towne yn length, containing four paroches," which he says were "clene destroyed." The same learned antiquarian mentions the great fire which had happened in the days of Edward the Sccond, by which he relates, that more than eighteen score of houses were burnt, and asserts, that "the ruines of the chyrches and chyrcheyardes" were then yet remaining; that it evidently appeared that the abbey had occupied the site of the present parishchurch; and that some of the offices belonging to it were close to a spring, near the top of the church-yard."
The church is worth notice. It is a handsome edifice with many turrets and pinnacles; the tower is large and lofty. The chancels are of great antiquity; and on the outer part of the west side of the cross aisle may be traced, under a Saxon arch with zigzag ornaments, an ancient door-way, which is supposed to have led to the abbey. In a vault under the chancel is an immense pile of bones, some of them of gigantic size, and appear by an inscription to be the remains of Danes and Britons killed in a battle near this place; though several authors assert, that they belonged to ancient Britons and Saxons, who were slain in a great battle fought on the shore,
between Hythe and Folkstone, in the reign of Hengist, about the year 456. Hythe is a cinque port, borough, and corporate town. The principal street is of a good width, and about half a mile in length, tolerably well built. It contains the market-place, and town-hall over it; two good inns, a public library, and some large and well furnished shops. It has some pretensions to a bathing-place; there being bathing machines on the beach, lodging-houses on a small scale, balls and assemblies held occasionally, and a neat theatre. The church and some of the best houses extend along the foot of a portion of the hill connected with the heights of Saltwood.
A handsome brick building has been erected at the foot of Saltwood Heights for the Royal Staff Corps, as permanent barracks; and the road turning from them to the north-east of the town, leads to the summit of the hill, where temporary barracks were erected for a numerous body of troops. From this height there is a fine view of the sea, the coast of France, Romney Marsh, the forts and military canal, and the hills of Sussex. Near Hythe, is Beachborough, the seat of James Drake Brockman, Esq.; and on the top of an adjoining hill is a summer-house with a cupola roof, from whence is a most extensive prospect.
The venerable ruins of Saltwood Castle next claim attention, standing on an eminence between Saltwood Heights and Shorne Cliff, about half a mile from the road. This fortress is supposed to have derived it's name from a wood, which formerly covered a great extent of this coast, and to have originated from the Romans; but we have no authentic account respecting it's early history. It was bestowed upon the see of Canterbury, and became the residence of the archbishop in the reign of King John, when it was enlarged and improved by successive possessors, great sums of money having been expended to make it so elegant and magnificent, that Archbishop Cranmer, observing the murmurs excited in consequence, gave it up to Henry the Eighth. From which time it was possessed by several noblemen, and is now the property of the Brydges. family. In the year 1580, a large por
tion of this castle was thrown down by an earthquake. The works now standing consist of a lofty embattled entrance gate, which formerly had a drawbridge and a portcullis; and within the area of the walls, are the ruins of several apartments, among which are the chapel and hall. The outer walls are of great thickness, and in some parts from fifteen to twenty feet high, beautifully covered with ivy: many of the turrets by which the angles and projections were formerly strengthened, are still remaining. The gateway has been converted into a farm-house, the area is the garden, and the remains of large vaults under different parts of the decayed buildings, are appropriated for various domestic purposes.
Near the village of Saltwood is situated the mansion of William Deedes, Esq. of Great Sandling; a handsome edifice in the Italian style. That family having during many centurics resided in this part.
The situation of the castle, church, and various crections now standing at LYMNE,
with the signal house on the hill, now removed, is truly romantic; and the prospects from every part of this eminence are of the finest and most beautiful description. Besides the whole range of hills to the southward, which extend to Portsmouth, it includes a view of the whole level of Romney Marsh, together with the military canal, the batteries, and Martello towers, to the famous Ness Point, and the noted land mark called Pevensey Hills, in Sussex.
The tide formerly approached the foot of this hill, now clothed with wood and here was the capacious haven called Portus Lemanus, and also the garrison of the Turnacensian band. The fine remnant of this Roman work hangs as it were on the side of the hill, which is very steep in descent: the walls include about twelve acres of ground, in form nearly square, and without a ditch. A pretty brook, arising from the rock, west of the church, runs for some space on the east side of the wall; then passes through it, and so along it's lowermost edge by the farm-house at the bottom. The walls, which are composed of Roman bricks and ragstone, are twelve feet thick, and have some round holes, at equal spaces,