The morning call., 1891-09-06

name and blameless life. Ancient Swanage,
Just over there TO the west. beyond Old
Harry Rocks, where time itself seems
dreaming, was the favorite haunt OF that
grand man aud noble writer, Charles Kings
ley.
Near is the Isle of Purback. It's dark
purple marble Is found in nearly every ca
thedral of England. The same island has
also been made noted in the Life of Lord
Eldon." He used to breathe long columns
OF air" here, it is related. When he was
Lord Chancellor and lived at Purbeck his
mansion took fire, and through this circum-
stance England temporarily lost its historic
great seal. His first care at the time of the
confiagration, he told friend was for the
great seal, of which the Lord Chancellor is
custodian. By way of securing 1t dur
ing the confusion he buried it. The next
morning when he came to reflect he could
not remember the spot, and his whole family
and retinue of servants were set probing and
digging about the walks and carriage-ways
until it was found.
ALIENATED FROM THE CROWN.
AT Corfe Castle one is reminded that Sir
Christopher Hatton so loved the place for
its healthfulness that he induced Queen
Elizabeth to ALLEVIATE it from the crown
lands in his favor. The ivy does not cling
thicker to old Heron court, the seat of
LORD Malmsbury, than do literary assocla-
tons. The founder of the family wrote
'Hermes," perhaps the greatest tome OF
reasoning since the time of Aristotle.
When its author entered the House of Com
mons Charles Fox thought it no place for
him, for the great writer on grammar and
harmony was sure, in FoX's opinion, to
fiud neither the one nor the other" within
that august body. The late Lord Chancel-
lor Cairns lived and died at BournemOuth,
and is Splendidly remembered in the Cairns
Memorial Hall. Among the heath hills of
near New Forest YOU may see the relic tree
of King William Rufus and at Stony Cross
Hill is the stone set up to the memory of the
red headed ruffian when Tyrrel shot pur-
posely or by accident.
Then there is the noble Minister at VIM
bourne. the wonderful old Norman priory
at ChriStchurch. and everywhere along
shore. among the chimes and caves OF lilly
Whim, mement0es of smugglerS and pi-
rates. Not so very long ago the free
hooters did thriving trade between
this coast and the opposite coast OF France.
The coast guards many a time found their
match in these daring fellows, ard blood
was let nearly as often as brandy and tea
were taken. The coastwiSe folk believed
smuggling no crime, and one who lost MS
life battling against law died the hero 5
death. In Knson ehurch-yard you may
still read this inscription over the grave OF
one who fell by the hands of the crown
mvrmidOns: Z" To the memory of Robert
Trotman. late of Royd. in the county Of
Wits who was barbarOuSly murdered on
the shore near Poole the oath of March, 1765:
"A little tea, one leaf 1 did not steal
For guiltess blood to God appeal
Put tea in one scale, human blood in 'tother
And think what It's 10 Stay thy harmless brother"
If there is a shrine in England sacred to
the poet Shelley il is here at Bournemouth.
He was born at Field Place, in the county
of Sussex, and was drowned IN the Gulf Of
Spezzia in July, 1922. His body was recov-
cred and was inferred in the burial place
at Rome for Protestant strangers. Mary
WoolstoneGroft Shelley, his wife, died
near BOurnemouth, aud was buried
February. 1851. She was 81 years of
age at the time of her death. Their son,
Sir Percy Bysshe Shelley, died two
years since at the family seat. near Bourne
mouth, where his widow, Lady Shelley, still
resides. They had no children, and the title
of Baronet passed to Colonel Shelley of
Arlington, near Winchester. The latter is a
nephew to the poet and cousin of the son,
the late Sir Percy. In the quaint old priory
church at ChriStchurch Head. at the eastern
edge Of the Bournemouth, may be seen a
beautiful memorial to the poet and his wife.
1t is an exquisite marble effigy of Shelley,
recumhent supported in the arms of his
kneeling wife. EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.
Copyright. 1878