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Bradpole village is a mile north of Bridport Town station. The rebuilt church is hardly worth the short journey, but mention must be made of the monument in the churchyard wall to W.E. Forster, who was born in a cottage not far away. Another tablet commemorates the flight of Charles II through the village.
On the 17th March 1800, Lord Bridport took command of the fleet, which was soon after increased to twenty-five sail of the line; but nothing remarkable occurred till the 18th of May, when a dreadful gale occasioned much damage to many of the ships.
Beholding the exquisite grace of this tomb we are reminded of the more elaborate and equally beautiful chantry of the same period in the south choir transept of Salisbury to Bishop Giles de Bridport.
Soon after they had left Symonsbury, Captain Templer shouted to a man below to tell them how far they were from Bridport, and he received for answer that Bridport was about a mile off. The pace at which the balloon was moving had now increased to thirty-five miles an hour. The sea was dangerously close, and a few minutes in a southerly current of air would have been enough to carry them over it.
Lord Bridport had driven the French fleet into harbour and was watching them, although we, of course, might on our return fall in with an enemy and have a fight. The weather was fine and the wind fair, but we had plenty to do in keeping the transports together.
"A little bird's been telling us things in Bridport. Keep clear of the petticoats, old chap the game's never worth the candle. I speak from experience." "Do you? I shouldn't think any girl would have much use for you." "Oh yes, they have plenty of them. But once bit, twice shy. I had an adventure last year." "I don't want to hear it." Neddy showed concern. "You're all over the shop, Ray.
On the morrow came the Bridport affair, and Grey's shameful conduct when, had he stood his ground, victory must have been assured the Duke's forces instead of just that honourable retreat by which Colonel Wade so gallantly saved the situation. Mr. Wilding did not mince his words in putting it that Grey had run away.
The wind howled round the gable ends of Bridport House in sudden and furious gusts, while the inmates sat by the fire-side, gazing in silence upon the blazing embers of the huge fire that shed a red and bright light all over the immense apartment in which they all sat. It was an ancient looking place, very large, end capable of containing a number of guests. Several were present.
"No, no that's up to you, and you mustn't have small ideas about it either. You're going to live in a jolly good house, I promise you." This sweetened the parting. He kissed her and turned his face to Bridport, while she followed the road homeward. It took her past the old store black as the night under a roof silvered by the moon. A strange shiver ran through her as she passed it.
He felt grateful to Sabina for falling in with his wishes and hoped that, since she was now definitely on his side, a time might soon come when she would be able to influence her son. Indeed Sabina herself was more hopeful, and when Estelle came to see her in Bridport, declared that Abel kept regular hours and appeared to be interested in his work.
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