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from the ground, is fifteen feet nine inches-its solid contents, bark not included, twelve ton twenty-five feet.-Stately at four feet from the ground, measures in circumference eighteen feetand its solid contents twelve ton thirty-three feet one inch, bark not included. But Majesty, the most wonderful of all these trees, has, eight feet from the ground, a circumference of twenty-eight feet four inches--and at twenty-eight feet from the ground fifteen feet six inches. It has one arm which contains sixty-eight feet eleven inches-another sixty-four feet two inches-a third, sixty feet nine inches, and several others of nearly equal dimensions. The total contents of this huge bulk of timber are thirty-six tons twenty-eight feet four inches, bark not included.
Fredville is neat and spacious—it has, together with the house, within these few years been not only enlarged, but improved with taste and judgment. The mansion, standing on a rising ground, has a handsome brick front, supported by six columns of the Corinthian order the drawingroom is truly elegant, and the library contains several thousand volumes, selected from the most approved ancient and modern authors. From the front of the house to the south, Barston mills wave their swifts above the plantations, and on the northwest Nunnington mills form a correspondent prospect. The swing suspended from the high branch of a towering oak--the rabbits skipping from hole to hole, formed among the fibres of the trees, and a rising family of hearty children seen amidst their
innocent gambols, constitute at once a piece of rural and delightful scenery. At the south-west end of the mansion the green-house has a pretty effect, displaying the skill of the botanist, whilst the industrious bees are observed conveying their plundered stores into glasses fixed within the windows of their abode, which in its turn is plundered to enrich the owner's table ! The gardens behind the house are encircled with a shrubbery, along which a green walk, defended by a light post and rail, presents us with a view of the surrounding country. The woods on the south, the distant telegraph on the west, and the Isle of Thanet, with Ramsgate harbour, &c. on the northeast, tend to enrich and diversify the prospect. The bowling green also hid among the trees the laurelled-covered ice-house, the sweet briar hedge and the weeping ash trees, enhance the sensations of delight arising from the contemplation of this spot. In a word, should any thing be thought wanting, a stream of water would complete the situation.
John Plumptree, Esq. the present proprietor, was an only son-having one sister, now the lady of Sir Richard Carr Glynn. The principal family estate lies in Nottinghamshire. Mr. Plumptree's father and grandfather represented the town of Nottingham in parliament for upwards of 50 years; and amidst the various changes of Administration during that period they maintained those glorious principles of civil and religious liberty which placed the present illustrious House of Brunswick on the
throne of these realns. Mr. Plumptrée is a domestic gentleman, and his partiality for Fredville has led him to pass the greatest part of the year at this delighful retreat. ' His attention is occupied in the improvement of his estate: and he is never happier than when he is surrounded by his family, whilst the poor of the surrounding neighbourhood partake of his hospitality.
We soon reached Barston, the habitation of my friend, the Rev. B.
Mn (who obligingly furnished me with the account just given of Freda ville), a neat farm-house, the abode of peace and plenty. Just opposite the parlour window may be seen a rabbit warren, where it is truly rural to perceive these little animals, either basking in the sun, or starting hither and thither at every breath of air that crosses the atmosphere! These timid creatures seem to be endowed by nature with a more than ordinary degree of sprightliness. The parish church is a curious piece of Anglo-Saxon architecture. The outside is adorned by carved-work stone, with circular arches and windows. The interior is plain and of small extent: it has, how ever, two or three old monuments-a Brass plate on one of them contained a Latin inscription which pleased me. The closing lines were finely expressive of that unavailing regret which we cannot help indulging at the decease of beloved relatives, and of that soothing hope of meeting them in a better world, with which we are inspired by Christianity. A number of Roman tumuti, or barrows,
in the southern boundary of the parish, shew that the spot was formerly a scene of contention. Long life seems to have been enjoyed by many of its inhabitants. In 1700, the minister resident in this parish was buried at the age of 96, the minister preaching the funeral sermon 82, the reader of the service 87, the parish clerk 87, but then absent; the sexton 86, and his wife about 80; and several of the neighbouring parish of Coldred, who attended the funeral, were above 100 years old. In the year 1722 also, there were in this small parish, which consisted only of 58 souls, nine persons whose ages made 636 years. These are unusual instances of longevity. But let it be ever remembered, that honourable age is not that which standeth in length of time, or that which is measured by number of years. Wisdom is the grey hair to man, and an unspotted life is old age.
From this healthy retired spot, after a few miles' ride, we reach the romantic village of Buckland, distinguished only by its corn and paper mills, and then enter Dover, which has been termed the grand Key, or entrance from the Continent into the island of Great Britain. I should have mentioned that my worthy friend W. Kingsford, Esq. the proprietor of the mills at Buckland, has recently built himself a handsome mansion close to the premises. The green in front of the house has a fountain with a large lion, from whose jaws issue copious streams to cool and sweeten the surrounding atmosphere. Some of the spectators,
however, are so tasteless as to denominate it the sick lion, and will stand gaping at the unseemly spectacle for the gratification of their curiosity. But it is time that I hasten to subscribe myself,
P.S. It must have been a curious spectacle to have beheld Louis XVIII. and his retinue, passing along through this romantic valley, returning home after twenty years of exile in our hospitable land. How great the contrast ! the silly pride and empty pageantry of a French court exchanged for the peaceful retirement of Hartwell.