Church, and in compliance with her will, an almshouse was erected under the direction of two of the executors, and completed in 1695, and shortly after the inmates were admitted.

3. Barbara, baptized June 15, 1651. 4. Katherine, baptized June 22, 1656, married Feb. 10, 1680, to the Rev. Robert Lowe, Rector of Ingham in Suffolk, and buried there July 31, 1707.

5. Jane, baptized Aug. 2, 1657; married Mr. Mordaunt Cracherode, citizen of London, buried at Ampton, Jan. 11, 1680.

6. Elizabeth, bapt. Jan. 17, 1658; she married the Rev. Charles Trumbull, LL.D. Rector of Hadleigh, and was buried at Ampton, June 12, 1686. Dame Dorothy Calthorpe, their mother, remarried June 15, 1662, Sir Algernon May of Old Windsor, co. Berks, Knt. by whom she had several children.

REYNOLDS CALTHORPE, Esq. the youngest son of James, was born at Ampton, Aug. 12, 1655; he afterwards resided at Elvetham in Hampshire, and represented Hindon in the first, second, and fifth Parliaments of Great Britain. His first wife was Priscilla, daughter of Sir Robert Reynolds, Knt. and relict of Knight, esq. whom he married at Westminster Abbey, April 11, 1681; and by whom he had issue an only son Reynolds, born Nov. 6, 1689, and who was member for the borough of Hindon in the fourth British Parliament. He died unmarried, April 10, 1714. Priscilla his mother, died Aug. 29, 1709.

His second wife was Barbara, eldest daughter of Henry Yelverton, Viscount Longueville and Baron Grey of Ruthyn, by Barbara his wife, second daughter

and one of the coheirs of Sir John Talbot, of Laycock in Wiltshire, Knt.; by this lady he had issue an only son Sir Henry Calthorpe, K. B. and one daughter, Barbara. Mr. C. died in 1719. Barbara, his wife, in 1724.

Sir HENRY CALTHORPE, K. B. their only son, represented the borough of Hindon in Parliament in 1744; was created a Knight of the Bath, May 28, in the same year, and installed Oct. 20 following. Sir Henry died unmarried, at his seat at Elvetham, April 14, 1788; and by his death the male line of this ancient family became extinct. His estates devolved to the issue of Barbara his only sister, who was married in 1741 to Sir Henry

CONTINENTAL SKETCHES AND
REMINISCENCES.-No. III.
BRIENTZ.

THERE are some scenes which are so striking in themselves, either from their painful or pleasurable imprèssions upon the mind, that they form landmarks as it were over the everwidening field of recollection; some like the white-painted sign-post pointing to the green alley that leads to the home of youth, and bringing before the care-worn mind of manhood the far-off blue mountain, the green hill, the rippling stream with its pebbled shore and mossy bank, and the sequestered house amidst the trees, with the delicious freshness of early association; and others like the cairn on the dreary moor, or the black cross by the way side, marking the scene of some deed of blood, casting a shade of gloom over the thoughts, and saddening with desponding foreboding the mind of the traveller. To the former of these varieties in some degree does my recollection of the Lake of Brientz belong.

On the evening of October 7th, 182-, I left the villages of Unterseen and Interlachen, in Switzerland, with whose beautiful locality on the neck of land that separates the lakes of Thoun and Brientz, I suppose most continental tourists are acquainted. It was a lovely night, and the scenery was at once beautiful and grand: a bright moon, a calm lake, and noble mountains, along the lower parts of which the white cottages of the peasantry were sprinkled. My companions smoked and talked abundantly, but as their confabulations were carried on in German, and my guide had fallen asleep, I was left to my own thoughts. It was Saturday evening, perhaps the most solemn season in the six days of labour, at least I am accustomed to associate with it the idea of greater sobriety and serious

situated on a rocky eminence, close by the border of the lake. The ceremonial was very simple, being that of the Protestant Church, and the behaviour of the people was highly decorous. They were decently dressed; but what more particularly strikes the eye of a stranger is the circumstance of the greater proportion of the men wearing no coats, their place being supplied by a jacket or waistcoat without sleeves, leaving the arm to be covered by the shirt or under-vest. The women sit all together, as likewise the men. During prayer the latter cover their faces with their hats, but put them on while the sermon is delivered at particular parts of the service, however, they instantly uncover, as when (if I mistake not) the Lord's Prayer is repeated. The clergyman wore a black gown, and exterior to the neckcloth a ruff or frill of ample dimensions encircled the neck. One or two children were baptised. The minister receives the child from the mother, who stands on one side of the baptismal font, baptises it, and then hands it over to the father standing on the other. I sat in one of the great seats or stalls near the pulpit, next a stout gentleman, who spoke to me after leaving the Church. knowledge of German being extremely scanty, I had some difficulty in making him understand to what country I belonged; at last the word Scotland seemed to give him some clue to find it out; for he exclaimed, ein Schotlander, and shook me by the hand. took the drift of his observations to be, "Scotland is a fine country, it is like Switzerland." At the conclusion of the service, the men remain seated, till the women retire.

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The peasantry go through their military exercise in the afternoon,practice which must be hurtful to their moral and religious feelings. In the evening the solemn calm of the hallowed day, which is only disturbed by the distant roar of the torrent of the Giespach, was broken by shouting and the firing of guns, the Alpine solitudes re-echoed the sounds, even as if inanimate nature was astonished at man's daring mockery of his Maker.

Next morning before breakfast, I crossed the lake to visit the cascade of the Giesbach. It is a most beautiful waterfall. There are two falls, one about 300, and the other about 200 feet. About 10 o'clock A. м. I bade farewell to the village of Brientz.

With respect to the dress of the females, I may observe that I thought it more singular than handsome. Their holiday apparel consists of a small black cap upon the crown of the head; the younger women, however, may go uncovered, I rather think; the hair sometimes nicely plaited, hangs down the back; the arms are covered to about the middle of the fore-arm; a sort of waistcoat covers the chest, but the waist is of such fearful latitude, that I am sure, if some of my fair countrywomen beheld it, they would laugh right heartily. I believe this neighbourhood is rather famous for its music; what I heard of it seemed wild and simple.

I soon got into the valley of Hasli. Tradition says that the inhabitants of this valley are of Swedish origin; they are said to be a fine race of people; and what is remarkable is that the cultivation of the potatoe was known here before the other inhabitants of the country understood it. I remarked what is peculiar in the dress of the women; a red handkerchief tied round the head, and another on the breast. Proceeding up the valley, I passed the little town of Meyringhen on the left, saw the Falls of the Reichenbach at a distance; and arriving at the sequestered hamlet called Imhop, there dined. Soon after passing the waterfalls, the valley begins to contract, and becomes wilder as you advance.

Having again started, we at length reached the village of Guttannen, a most secluded spot. My guide pointed out the "modest mansion" of the clergyman, a plain wooden house with a little garden; his situation must be peculiarly solitary in the depth of winter, surrounded by high mountains and wreaths of snow, with no man of his own standing in society near him. The humble auberge is built of wood. The lower parts of the houses are frequently built of stone, and the upper

of wood.

My guide-book says of Guttannen, "the weary traveller will find in this place a tolerably good inn, and very obliging people.' I was comfortable, and would beg to observe that many perhaps of our English waiters might learn a lesson of true civility from the poor inmates of this lowly roof. When night came on, the moon shed a cold and clear light on the mountains, and "Silence claimed her evening reign." Clifton, Feb. 14. J.S.M.

the other, round his waist a belt, under which is thrust, according to the custom of archers, a few arrows for ready use. A quiver containing more arrows is suspended from the same belt, over the hip, and by the side hangs a short sword or couteau de chasse.

In short, the figures answer to the description given by Sir Wm. d’Avenant, in his poem called "The Long Vacation in London ;" where, describing the shooting matches made between the attorneys and proctors, he says that,

"Each with soleinn oath agree

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To meet in Fields of Finshurie : With loynes in canvas bow-case tyde; Where arrowes sticke with mickle pride: With hats pin'd up, and bow in hand, All day most fiercely there they stand, Like ghosts of Adam Bell & Clymme,Sol sets for fear they'll shoot at him.' At the foot of the tree lies another braced bow, and a shaft with a forked pile (the form of the broad or war-arrow head). This shaft cannot, from the usual length of a long-bow, and the relative proportion which the arrows under the belt bear to the figure, be less than a cloth yard in length; thus confirming the statement of the Chronicles relative to the power of English bowmen. Hall tells us that at the battle of Blackheath in Kent, fought in the year 1496, the Cornish archers of the rebel party, who defended the high road at Deptford Bridge, by which the main body of the King's army were to pass to the assault, shot arrows length a full yarde." The feats of the "long bow" have, however, grown into a proverbial term for any exaggeration; and it might be doubted from the ordinary length of a man's arm, whether an arrow exceeding 32 inches in length could be drawn to the head; a principal point in good and effective archery. I have, however, a memorandum by me, that I saw in 1825, at the ancient mansion of Cothele, upon the Cornish side of the Tamar, some arrows, which I conceived to be old English, three feet two inches in length. It is rather a remarkable coincidence with the Chronicler above cited, that

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these long arrows should be extant in Cornwall. The heads were not barbed, they were solid pyramidal pieces of steel. The shafts appeared to be made of beech, or some light wood, were now without feathers, and the nocks were not guarded with horn. The arrows shewn in Trinity College Library, Cambridge, as being from Bosworth Field, are merely the well-known Indian reed arrows; but they answer their purpose for a showman's wonder. The largest modern arrows which I have seen are from Ghent in Flanders, and are 30 inches in length; they are very light, having piles of horn; their weight is 3 dwts. 6 grains each.

The old version of the ballad of Chevy Chace, which bears indisputable internal evidence of being composed in the fourteenth century, has this passage: "An arow that a cloth yarde was lang

To the hard stele haled he,

A dynt that was both sad and soar He sat on Sir Hewe the Mongonbyrry. The dynt yt was both sad and soar That he of Mongonhyrry sete, The swane fethars that his arrow hare With his hart blode they were wet." Having dismissed the observation on the length of the arrow of antiquity, we may incidentally observe that the swan feathers with which it was described to be furnished in the older somewhat more than a century later, ballad of Chevy Chace, in that written are exchanged for those of the goose "Against Sir Hugh Montgomerye So right the shaft he sett,

The grey goose wing that was therein In his hart's bloode was wett." Ascham, in his delightfully written little treatise on Archery, "Toxophilus, the Schole or Partitions of Shooting," (a book which, by the way, appears to have been the model on which Walton wrote his Angler,) could not forbear, as an archer and a scholar, from breaking out into an eulogy on the utility of the goose:

"Yet well fare the gentle goose, which bringeth to a man, even to his door, so many exceeding commodities. For the goose is man's comfort in warre and in peace; sleep

+ Hall's Chron. reprint, p. 479.

+ Reliques of Ancient English Poetry.