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We ought at least to mention Sergeant William Fletewode, Recorder of London in the reign of Elizabeth, who bought a library out of Missenden Abbey, consisting mainly of the romances of chivalry; it was sold with its later additions in 1774 under the title of Bibliotheca Monastico-Fletewodiana.
"I should be sorry to part with you, Thalassa, you must be well aware of that. It is my intention to purchase a portion of the family estate at Great Missenden, which is at present in the market, and spend the remainder of my life in the place which once belonged to my ancestors. That has been the dream of my life, and I shall soon be able to carry it out."
He was a man who knew his own mind. How carefully he outlined his plans to us yesterday! He was to appear before the Investigations Committee next week to give evidence in support of his claim to the title. And he told me that he was purchasing a portion of the family estate at Great Missenden, and intended to live there.
A very quiet place it looks; and yet I saw many boards and posters about threatening dire punishment against those who broke the church windows or defaced the precinct, and offering rewards for the apprehension of those who had done the like already. It was fair-day in Great Missenden.
In the year 1612, according to Missenden, in his Circle of Commerce, the exports to all the world amounted to 2,090,640l., and the imports to 2,141,151l.; on the latter, however, the custom duties are charged; the custom duties on the exports were 86,794l.; the impost paid outwards on woollen goods, tin, lead, pewter, &c. 10,000l.; and the merchants' gains, freight, and other charges, to 300,000l.: if these be added to the value of the exports, the total amount will be 2,487,435l, from which the imports, including custom duty on them, being deducted, leaves 346,283l., which Missenden regards as the balance gained that year by the nation.
She had concluded beyond question that this must be a lunatic who stood laughing aloud at a white donkey in the placid beech-woods. I was sure, by her face, that she had already recommended her spirit most religiously to Heaven, and prepared herself for the worst. And so, to reassure her, I uncovered and besought her, after a very staid fashion, to put me on my way to Great Missenden.
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