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When my father and mother reached England from Tasmania, she had just married again, a Leicestershire clergyman, with a house and small estate near Loughborough. Her home Woodhouse on the borders of Charnwood Forest, and the beautiful Beaumanoir Park, was another fairyland to me and to my cousins.
At starting he had also the society of his friend Grant Duff. They walked together in the summer of 1855, and visited the Trappist Monastery in Charnwood Forest. There they talked to a shaven monk in his 'dreary white flannel dress, bound with a black strap. They moralised as they returned, and Fitzjames thought on the whole that his own life was wholesomer than the monastic.
They'll win the race, I warrant them, win the battle wha like." "Continue your preparations, Harrison," said the alert veteran; "get your ammunition in, and the cattle killed. Send down to the borough-town for what meal you can gather. We must not lose an instant. Had not Edith and you, sister, better return to Charnwood, while we have the means of sending you there?"
"You are right, Jenny! you are right," said Edith, recovering herself from the stupor into which she had sunk; "this is no time for despair, but for exertion. You must find some one to ride this very night to my uncle's with a letter." "To Charnwood, madam?
The Cistercians have in the present century established the monastery of Mont St. Bernard in the forest, and brought large tracts under cultivation as garden-land. Bardon, the highest hill of Charnwood, which is near by, rises nine hundred feet, an obtuse-angled triangular summit that can be seen for miles away: not far from the forest are several famous places.
The earlier meetings of these young people had been at Charnwood, when Major Bellenden, who was as free from suspicion on such occasions as Uncle Toby himself, had encouraged their keeping each other constant company, without entertaining any apprehension of the natural consequences. Love, as usual in such cases, borrowed the name of friendship, used her language, and claimed her privileges.
"I come," replied the ambassador, in a high and shrill voice, and without any of the usual salutations or deferences, "I come from the godly army of the Solemn League and Covenant, to speak with two carnal malignants, William Maxwell, called Lord Evandale, and Miles Bellenden of Charnwood." "And what have you to say to Miles Bellenden and Lord Evandale?" answered the Major.
During her absence, Edith took her writing materials, and prepared against her return the following letter, superscribed, For the hands of Major Bellenden of Charnwood, my much honoured uncle, These: "My dear Uncle This will serve to inform you I am desirous to know how your gout is, as we did not see you at the wappen-schaw, which made both my grandmother and myself very uneasy.
In reply the sister advised, "Set the house on fire, and run away by the light of it." The countess took the advice, and Bradgate never was rebuilt. Charnwood Forest, like almost every other place in England, contains the remains of religious houses.
Samuel Johnson Coventry Lady Godiva and Peeping Tom Belvoir Castle Charnwood Forest Groby and Bradgate Elizabeth Widvile and Lady Jane Grey Ulverscroft Priory Grace Dieu Abbey Ashby de la Zouche Langley Priory Leicester Abbey and Castle Bosworth Field Edgehill Naseby The Land of Shakespeare Stratford-on-Avon Warwick Kenilworth Birmingham Boulton and Watt Fotheringhay Castle Holmby House Bedford Castle John Bunyan Woburn Abbey and the Russells Stowe Whaddon Hall Great Hampden Creslow House.
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