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the abbess had confined her, and sustained no injury from her fall but the fracture of her little finger."' Mrs. Crawford relates some interesting recollections of an inmate of the abbey, Lady Shrewsbury, a strict Catholic, eighty years of age, who had been in her youth a great beauty. She had frequently friends staying here ; the Blounts, Cliffords, and Hydes being her most frequent guests. The family priest, a sort of Will Wimble,' had three rooms for his special use : a bed-chamber hung with tapestry, and filled with all sorts of curious things; and two chambers—a printingoffice and turning-shop.
Lady Shrewsbury was pious without parade, and one of the old aristocracy, without any of those unbecoming airs of pride too often attending high rank. She was sent by her father, Lord Dormer, to a French convent to be educated. Her own account of her first interview with the Earl of Shrewsbury is amusing : 'Being told that an English gentleman had brought letters from my father, I hurried into the Lady Abbess' parlour, where the Earl, then a beautiful young man, was waiting to see me. I had been so long within those dismal walls, and never seen a man but our own confessor, and a hideous-looking creature who came to draw my tooth, that the Earl looked like an angel to me.' They were soon married, and spent some time at the French court. On her arrival in England, Lady Shrewsbury went, in all her bridal state, to visit her sister, Miss Dormer, at the convent where she was passing her novitiate, previously to her taking the veil. Lady Shrewsbury used all her sisterly arts
to entice back the young recluse to the gay world she had forsaken,-but in vain.
LEGEND OF SPYE PARK.
Mrs. Crawford appends : Half-way up to Bowden Hill, and between Bowood and Lacock Abbey, stands Spye Park, the seat of the Bayntons, a family of great antiquity. In 1652, at the defeat of Sir William Waller by the Lord Wilmot, Bromham House, the former seat of the Bayntons, was burnt down, after which they removed to Spye Park. There is now in the Royal Museum a curious old pedigree, showing that the Bayntons, in the reign of Henry II., were Knights of St. John of Jerusalem. Sir Henry Baynton held the office of knight
marshal to the king, a place of great authority at that time ; and his son, who was slain at Bretagne in the year 1201, was a noble Knight of Jerusalem. Sidney, in his Treatise on Government, mentions this family of great antiquity, and that in name and ancient possessions it equals most, if it is not far superior to many, of the nobility. As all old mansions in the country must be associated with some portion of the superstitious and the wonderful, Spye Park was not without its share. There was a story told (and credited by the peasantry) of a knight, clad in armour, haunting one of the chambers-supposed to be the spirit of the gallant Sir Henry Baynton, who was beheaded at Berwick, in the time of Henry iv., for taking part with the rebel Earl of Northumberland. More modern spirits also were said to trouble
the indwellers of Spye Park; for old Lady Shrewsbury used to tell that old Sir Edward Baynton, the father of Sir Andrew, was continually seen at nightfall in the park and grounds, and that the latter had often (when in company with his mistress) been startled by the apparition of his father. Sir Andrew, in early life, was remarkable for the possession of engaging and high moral qualities ; but the misconduct of his first wife, to whom he was fondly attached, altered, it was said, his very nature ; and to banish thought, he plunged into reckless libertinism. The circumstances were these : A gentleman of great personal attractions, and related to Lady Maria Baynton, arrived on a visit at the house. The wretched wife and mother forgot her twofold duty; and after many stolen meetings among the shades of Spye Park, she fled with her para
Sir Andrew was at first inconsolable, and, despite her shameless desertion of him, long lamented the mother of his child. Alas ! that sinful mother and guilty wife was speedily visited by an awful retribution. Her infamous companion in guilt treated her with cruelty and brutality. Death at last put an end to her sufferings; and the young, the elegant, and accomplished Lady Maria, nurtured upon the bosom of indulgence, died in a low house, without a single friend or attendant to minister to her last wants, or a charitable hand to close her dying eyes.
ON Lumley Castle, in the village of Lumley,
Durham, built in the reign of Edward I., the
entrance-hall contains full-length portraits of the Lumley family, commencing with Liulph, the Saxon progenitor of the family, and ending with his descendants, who lived in the reigns of Elizabeth and James I. Mr. Planché, Rouge Croix, describes these pictures as evidently ancient, the greater number displaying the well-known and accurately-represented costumes of particular periods, ranging from the fourteenth to the seventeenth centuries. “Until,' says Mr. Planché, ' I learned from the Rev. John Dodd that they had all been painted by order of Lord John Lumley, in the reign of Elizabeth or James I., I was perfectly ready to believe that each portrait was contemporary with the costume in which the figure was attired; for though, of course, Liulph the Saxon and the early Norman Lumleys could never have worn the dresses they were painted in, the pictures themselves might have been executed at the various periods when such dresses were worn, according to the invariable practice of mediæval artists. Had this been the case with these pictures, the hall of Lumley Castle would have presented us with the most curious and valuable series of family portraits that could perhaps be found in the world. But such is not the case.' Still they are a remarkable collection of imaginary portraits. Surtees, who wrote nearly fifty years ago, says of them : ‘The collection of paintings at Lumley is dispersed; those only remain which are strictly family portraits. . . . In the great hall, besides a portrait of Liulph armed cap-d-pie, like a gallant knight' (in plate armour, with a helmet of the sixteenth century !), and bestriding his war-horse, are fifteen pictures of my lord's ancestors, with a pillar of his pedigree; all which are noted in the inventory of 1609, and then valued at £8. These, whether in robes or armour, are evidently fictitious or restored, and need no further notice. The most genuine and ancient piece Mr. Surtees considers to be : 'King Richard II., in the bloom of youth, and with bright auburn hair, sits on a chair of state in his royal robes -scarlet lined with ermine, his inner dress deep blue or purple, powdered over with golden R's, and crowned. He holds the sceptre in his left hand, and with his right gives a patent of nobility to Sir Ralph Lumley, who kneels before him in his baron's robes. The frame bears the date 1384. This picture Mr. Planché considers a close imitation of the celebrated original portrait of Richard, preserved in the Jerusalem Chamber at Westminster. The figure of Sir Ralph Lumley is not authentic, since he was slain at Cirencester, in arms against Henry iv., in 1400, when he had