mains of which were wholly removed in the last century. The present mansion was erected by Sir Richard Weston in the reign of Henry VIII., probably in 1529 or 1530, and is situated about three miles north-east of Guildford. Originally the buildings formed an entire quadrangle, enclosing an open court. It consisted of three storeys, surrounding a Tudor-arched gateway, and lit by square-headed windows; at each angle was a projecting tower, which rose to a considerable height. The entrance gateway was taken down in 1786. The interior of the south-east side was rebuilt about 1721, it having previously lain in ruins from the time of Queen Elizabeth, who was entertained here in a gallery upwards of 140 feet in length, when on her way to Chichester, in September 1591. Shortly after her departure the gallery took fire, either from the extraordinary quantity of fuel used on that occasion, or the neglect of the servants to see it properly extinguished, when a great part was reduced to ashes. The structure is mostly of red brick, with finishings of brick of light, warm ochre colour, resembling Caen stone. Most of the larger bricks are marked, or charged, alternately with the initials . ., and a tun and bunches of grapes, within Gothic borderings; they are thus evidently. intended as a rebus on the name of the founder, Richard Weston.

The present interior of the mansion is in plain modern style. The great hall, forming the entire centre, measures nearly 51 feet in length, 25 feet in breadth, and 31 feet in height. Its windows contain many curious specimens of

ancient stained glass; shields of arms and other armorial cognizances and devices of former ages, brought from the older manor-house.

'Among them is the White Hart, collared with a branch of oak, fructed, and on the body a crescent, sable; the Red Rose for Lancaster; the arms of England, with the Rose en soleil, Edward the Fourth's cognizance; the Red and White Roses conjoined, denoting the union of the rival houses of York and Lancaster; the Crown in a Hawthorn Bush, with initials H. and . on either side, for Henry the Seventh and Elizabeth his queen; the Falcon and Tower for Anne Boleyn; a Saracen's Head, the crest of Weston, boldly executed; a Daisy springing from a Tun; the letters . E. P. and a Tun (possibly for Septon); the initials with the date 1567 entwined by a double knot; a Fleur-de-lis under a Crown, with the initials . . at the sides for Queen Elizabeth; a Wolf; a Grasshopper; a Shield (several times repeated) containing quarterly, 1st and 4th, Erm. on a Chief, Az. five Bezants, Weston; 2d and 3d, Arg. three Camels, Sab., Dister; a small portrait of King Charles the First; and a Book charged with a hart, stars, and key; over the book a crown, and below, the motto Respice Suspice, 1630.'

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Among the devices of a different character are,-a negro playing on a lute; a village festival at sheep-shearing time; a goose playing on the bagpipes; a woman holding an infant swathed in cross bandages; and a clown crossing a brook. The latter is arrayed as a fool in a yellow coat, and wears a cap and hood, with apes' ears, a cock's comb, and bells; under his belt are thrust five goslings, confined by their necks, and he grasps two others tightly in his hand. Mr. A. J. Kempe states this design to be evidently copied. from the rare old book, George Withers' Emblems, 1635.

The fact is, that the clown being sent by his mistress to fetch home some goslings, a river being in the way, he took up the birds under his girdle (by which means they were strangled) lest they should be drowned.

is thus moralized by Withers:

"The best good turn that fools can do us,

Prove disadvantages unto us.'

The tale

The verses annexed to the picture in the book are:

'A fool sent forth to fetch the goslings home,
When they unto a river's brink were come,

(Through which their passage lay,) conceived a fear
His dame's best brood might have been drowned there;
Which to avoyd, he thus did show his wit,

And his good nature in preventing it :

He underneath his girdle thrusts their heads,

And then the coxcomb through the water wades.

Here learn that when a foole his helpe intends,
He rather does a mischief than befriends!'

The upper walls of the apartment are nearly covered with large pictures, chiefly landscapes; and at the lower end is a rude picture of the Deluge, with this explanatory inscription on the frame:

'In the Deluge, the most powerful of the Human race, and the strongest of the Animal creation, may be supposed to Perish last, and the most likely thing to be rescued from the wreck of the Universe is a beautiful little Female. In this picture, therefore, while the Solitary summit of the last Mountain remains uncovered by the Waters, one of the Gigantic Antediluvian Princes gains his last refuge with His little Daughter; and a hungry Lion, who had swam thither for shelter, Springing on the Maiden, the Father, conscious of his own Strength and superiority, expresses Indignation rather than Terror.'

At the sides of the staircase are old portraits and landscapes, and some of the rooms are lined with embossed leather, richly gilt.

The Westons of Sutton have been uniformly distinguished by their stedfast adherence to the principles of the Romish Church; and there is now a Catholic chapel in the southeast gallery of the mansion, but much dilapidated; its mullioned windows are ivy-mantled. Over the marble altar is a small gilt crucifix, and in the lumber-room is a small bell, dated 1530. Such are a few of the decaying glories of Sutton Place.

Sutton Park and its attached grounds are about three miles in circuit. On the Wey, near the southern extremity of the demesne, is one of the Tumbling Bays,' of which Aubrey speaks. This is a strong dam formed of loose stones, aggregated on each other, across the bed of the river, and continued obliquely down the stream for some distance. When the river is full, the scene here is very picturesque; the rushing and foaming of the stream over its irregular bed forming an animated waterfall.

THE CLIFFORDS OF CRAVEN.

HERE is no district in England which abounds in more beautiful and romantic scenery than the remote and rarely-visited district of Craven, in Yorkshire. Its long ridge of low and irregular hills, terminating in the enormous masses of Pennigent and Ingleborough; its deep and secluded valleys, containing within their hoary ramparts of grey limestone fertile fields and pleasant pasturages; its wide-spreading moors, covered with the different species of moss and ling, and fern and bent grass, which variegate the brown livery of the heath, and break its sombre uniformity; its crystal stream of unwearied rapidity; its indigenous woods of yew and beech, and ash and alder, which have waved in the winds of centuries; its projecting crags, which fling additional gloom over the melancholy tarns that repose in dismal grandeur at their feet; its hamlets and towns, and ivy-mantled churches, which remind the visitor of their antiquity by the rudeness, and convince him of their durability by the massiveness, of their construction, these are all features which require to be seen only once to be impressed upon the recollection for ever.