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The moon was rising as, hungry and weary, I came to that steep descent I have mentioned more than once, which leads down into the Hollow, and her pale radiance was already, upon the world a sleeping world wherein I seemed alone. And as I stood to gaze upon the wonder of the heavens, and the serene beauty of the earth, the clock in Cranbrook Church chimed nine.
Some days before, at her request, I had brought her linen and lace and ribands from Cranbrook, and these she now took out, together with needle and cotton, and, sitting down at the opposite side of the table, began to sew.
I have, however, an earlier study of the same subject from the churchyard at Shorne Village, near Gravesend, which, is here given for comparison, and I have seen two others at Cranbrook. They all have some features alike, but there are differences in the treatment of details in each case. "To Mary Layton, died Jan. 12, 1760; Joseph Layton, died May 21, 1757; and Will. Holmes, died Aug. 26, 1752."
"Got tur'ble drunk, 'e did, over to Cranbrook throwed Mr. Scrope, the Beadle, over the churchyard wall knocked down Jeremy Tullinger, the Watchman, an' then went to sleep. While 'e were asleep they managed, cautious-like, to tie 'is legs an' arms, an' locked 'im up, mighty secure, in the vestry.
Among the old customs surviving at Cranbrook is that which strews the path of the newly-wedded couple as they leave the church with emblems of the bridegroom's trade. The blacksmith walks upon scraps of iron, the shoemaker on leather parings, the carpenter on shavings, and the butcher on sheepskins.
The Surrey Side The Chalk Downs Guildford The Hog's Back Albury Down Archbishop Abbot St. Catharine's Chapel St. Martha's Chapel Albury Park John Evelyn Henry Drummond Aldershot Camp Leith Hill Redland's Wood Holmwood Park Dorking Weller and the Marquis of Granby Inn Deepdene Betchworth Castle The River Mole Boxhill The Fox and Hounds The Denbies Ranmore Common Battle of Dorking Wotton Church Epsom Reigate Pierrepoint House Longfield The Weald of Kent Goudhurst Bedgebury Park Kilndown Cranbrook Bloody Baker's Prison Sissinghurst Bayham Abbey Tunbridge Castle Tunbridge Wells Penshurst Sir Philip Sidney Hever Castle Anne Boleyn Knole Leeds Castle Tenterden Steeple and the Goodwin Sands Rochester Gad's Hill Chatham Canterbury Cathedral St. Thomas
And so at last came lights and houses, and the sound of excited voices as we pulled up before the Posting House at Cranbrook. Looking from the window, I saw a ring of faces with eyes that gleamed in the light of the lanthorns, and every eye was fixed on me, and every foot gave back a step as I descended from the chaise.
Going to my shelf of books I took thence the silver-mounted pistol she had brought with her, and balanced it in my hand. "To-morrow I will take this to Cranbrook, and buy bullets to fit it." "Why, there are bullets there in one of the old shoes, Peter." "They are too large; this is an unusually small calibre, and yet it would be deadly enough at close range.
Faint and far a church clock slowly chimed the hour of three, the solemn notes coming sweet and silvery with distance. "What chimes are those?" I inquired. "Cranbrook Church." "Is it far to Cranbrook?" "One mile this way, but two by the road yonder." "You seem very well acquainted with these parts," said I. "I have lived here all my life; those are the Cambourne Woods over there "
"Some day when that theer old stapil be all rusted away, an' these old bones is a-restin' in the churchyard over to Cranbrook, Peter you'll think, sometimes, o' the very old man as was always so full o' noos, won't 'ee, Peter?" "Surely, Ancient, I shall never forget you," said I, and sighed.
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